snail mail

The question that will surface again and again about Obama’s years in Indonesia is this: Was Barack

Today's snail mail brought us our edition of the Nashville English First petition, which Eric Crafton is using as an end-around last year's mayoral veto in order to force Metro employees never to speak any other language to help people out.

More and more we’re continuously getting bombarded for our attention. Email, snail mail, cell phones, instant messaging, invitations to join yet another social network, business demands, bills-paying are all vying for our time and are all coming from and through people from everywhere in the world.
Attention is the cognitive process [...]

Taylor says don’t leave voice mail–she has your number from the missed call.  She’d prefer that you text her instead.

The first I've heard of this meeting a week from tomorrow was in reading the following snail-mail notice arriving today:

I dealt with a situation on Tuesday where a person I was playing phone tag with just couldn’t “get” what I was trying to communicate to them.

While leaving this person the third voicemail of the day, I caught myself saying this: “So like I said, if you could just…” and I went on to tell them the same exact thing that I told them during the two previous voicemails.

Dear Nashville Rescue Mission,

Stop sending me junkmail.

You do some really good things at your place, and that's why I gave you a little bit of money last year. But every time you send me those envelopes stuffed with paper, the odds of me giving you anything else are greatly decreased.