LETTERS TO MIKE.
After I couldn’t open my old Gmail account, I started using a different server. Last I looked, my account was suspended because of “Suspicion of Abuse”. The server shall remain unnamed, but they should really have a long, hard look at their stuff. Anyway, fortunately, I was able to get some of my stuff back. So thank God for that.
This is where my original ideas came from. How they kind of developed organically. Through one man’s letters to his friend. At first… well, after a while… I began to plan to write a book in email format through these letters.
FW: Grants new email address
I HAVE DREAMS FOR ALL OF US
> >> Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 12:51:01 +0900
> >> Subject: Grants new email address
> >> From: grant.Teaching@unnamedserver.com
> >> To: firstname.lastname@example.org
> >> Hey Mike, I was really happy to hear the good news about your wife’s pregnancy.
> >> Sorry I always seem so distracted by my own stuff. Anyway, congrats.
> >> This is my new email address, because frankly my other account was BECOMING TOO DIFFICULT TO USE,
> >>I provided them with my phone number. But still couldn’t reconnect. But to be honest, my brain feels a little tired these days, so it’s probably my own fault.
> >>Anyway it was hard to get proper internet support. I wanted to call the phone number but I couldn’t find one and I got tired of the process.
> >>So I just gave up. In a way, I feel better now. I feel like if I have a smaller server, maybe everything will be okay. Anyway, I’m all for the little man.
> >>So now… I feel free. Anyway, hope you’re doing alright. Keep your chin up and your head held high.
> >> PS a poem I wrote. Some backstory. I had a dream where I am at school
> >> and I have to remember the lines of a five line poem for assessment.
> >> Each correct sentence gets 1 pt. We are given the first line “Falling halfway through the sky.”
> >> I start to write them down as I remember
> >> them, but then I think, “What ‘s the point of THIS? I want to
> >> write my own.” So:
Falling halfway through the sky
Into the rustic attic
Inside my inner I
I dream dreams of what might be
if only people try.
> >> This is what I’m going to hand in. No points for it. But it’s mine.
> >> I’ll be me, thank you very much. I am looking for MY voice, not
> >> mouthing
> >> others’ words. I hope you are doing good. Big smile, much love, G
> > Hi Grant,
> > I grabbed the email out of my deleted box.
> > Nice poem. So you wrote that after your dream? I often remember my dreams quite vividly too.
STUFF MY FRIEND WROTE THAT IS NOT MINE TO SHARE AND NO-ONE ELSE’S BUSINESS ANYWAY, UNLESS HE WANTS TO SHARE IT HIMSELF.
Are you thinking of coming back these holidays or are you staying there
> > and returning later in the year?
> > Say G’day to Satoko.
> >Cheers, Mike.