The new OS X.2 mail app’s junk mail filter continues to mystify me. It’s the kind of thing that makes me glad I don’t have an assistant to screen my calls and mail at work, because I’d keep having meetings with wealthy but down on their luck relatives of Nigerian diplomats and my project team would get original electric scooters (which I’m told is the best gift this year, after Omaha steaks) in response to their urgent concerns about release dates. If I listen carefully, I can almost hear the coin flip before the app decides if a message is junk or not. It’s entertaining, but I don’t see myself taking it out of training mode any time soon.
The other thing that’s bugging me about mail isn’t really mail’s fault, although the filtering is contributing. I used to share the same mail program with AngelA, and I used to check my mail from work. Since that time, I’ve migrated my mail to the new (still unnamed) G4, with a dedicated user account, and I’ve 100% stopped using the internet at work for my sordid personal uses, but I used to have my mail excluded from the automatic check, so I only got mail when I asked for it. With the new setup, I get my mail every five minutes, which I like, because I often get messages from my home telling me that the kitchen’s on fire, but it’s like every time I see I have a message, I check it out, it’s spam, I delete it, and 10.3 seconds after I get back to work, I have another message waiting. Let’s say I wait a while before checking it. No other messages will arrive until I check the last one, go back to work, and wait 10.3 seconds. It’s like the spammers know I’m there. I have images turned off, so I suspect they have an X10 camera in my home.
You may think this is paranoia, but that’s reserved for my dreams. Last night I was arrested by the military in Kingston, Ontario for using my wireless office phone. They put me on the Kingston subway (two cars long!) and took me to military prison, where I got an internet connection and instructions to take 5 anti-motion sickness pills a day, with promises of severe beatings if I didn’t comply. I was very upset about this, because I’d miss the Led Zepplin concert. Huh? The dream I had before that was much more violent.
To fuel your own strange and wonderful imagination, charter a jet and get to the here + now gallery tonight for the Belief System opening. AngelA’s got some animal rights art up. Details here.