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Thursday, April 19, 2001

I don't get enough random email. See, one of the things I like most about the internet is that you can talk, immediately, to someone you have never met. Never even seen. Never had the smallest, slightest contact with them or anyone they know.

Yeah, it's possible. But it never happens. Right?

I got two random emails this week. One talked about Gibson's Molly (my role model - does that scare anyone?) and my writing and other things. It was a wonderful email. Simply random contact from someone with whom I would never have otherwise interacted. The other was related to internet/domain business. Less inspirational, but also special, in its own way.

Of course, I might whinge about not getting any random emails, but I don't send any either. I suppose it's a two-way street. So this is what I'm going to do. This week, I'm going to try and send out at least five random emails. Just out of the blue. Find a page, find an address, send an email. Discussing anything. Everything.

Hey, why don't you do it too?

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