L’amore calma quello selvaggio.
L’amore calma quello selvaggio.
I have stopped organizing my email. after some thought and a bit of time playing with my G-Mail account I have decided that it is time to take an organizational leap of faith and allow Mail.app to make it’s own order from my chaos.
Something that gmail does that is really a departure from the norm is the conspicuous absence of folders. I allows you to label you mail and apply rules to it but beyond that the interface and application require you to place your faith in the power of Google’s search algorithms. I have to admit that initially I was more than a little hesitatnt to relinquish controle fo my orginization to meerly searching for something wehn I may need to find it. But I has proved to be quite liberating both in the fact that I can find anything whenever I need it but also that it frees up a substantial ammount of my time because I am not trying to place my mail into the appropriate folder in case I needed to locate it later.
Taking G-Mail’s idea a little bit further I have decided to allow Mail.app to do the same thing… more or less. Through the years I have spent on OS-X, I have written many rules to automatically move mail to special mailboxes and copy it to other folders based on who sent it, when it was sent, what mailbox it came in on…. you get the idea. I still have those rules in effect but I don’t use those mailboxes any longer. They are still there soly because I don’t want to move the 1.2Gb of mail into one huge folder just yet—I’m afraid it could be bad, but that is just my reluctance and time limitations. I may do that someday soon, but I will need to makie sure that I have a bit of time to try it out and have a really fresh backup.
What I do now is, I have several smart mailboxes that sort my mail into when it was recieved. This has been working amazingly well for me for quite some time. Everything stays in one mailbox and I either use spotlight to find it when I need it or I create a new smart mailbox. The power that this allows me is really impressive because not only can I search for a term, but I can also search from, to, date and with this hint from MacOSXhints.com I can use boolian logic in my search terms.
(Bootnote: SmartFolders are only available in Apple’s Mail.app 2.0 & G-Mail is only available via invitation)
Like a good little geek, I pre-ordered my copy of Harry Potter & the Half Blood Prince. Acording to the Amazon website (I know Amazon=Evil) it shipped last Wednesday — July 13th. I have still not recieved it. There is no tracking of the package anywhere since Friday. It’s not that I really even have time to read it right now, as I am reading 2 books (Tipping Point & Getting Things Done) at the same time. It’s just that I paid for it, pre-ordered it, and expected it. If I wanted to wait to get it I would have just gone to the local Borders & Pick up a copy. Maybe tomorrow…
From an autocross event put on by the Suncoast Miata club @ the SPC Allstate campus in St. Pete, FL.
This is the coolest!
I just got this passed to me from a friend. Make sure you check the “Manic Model” button. This is a sure fire stress reliever.
Today I am turning 31 years old.
The past year has been full of many things for me. Many very difficult decisions, many great experiences, many once in a lifetime experiences. Things have been going amazingly well for me lately and I couldn’t even hope for them to go much better.
However, today is a little melancholy for me because a good friend, Joey Deal, is leaving for Djibouti, Africa with his Marine unit. He will return in 10 months. Godspeed Joey, be safe over there. We are all looking forward to your safe return.
That being said…
Thanks everyone for the great gifts and all of the phone calls—they really make me feel special.
Happy Birthday to me!
Bootnote: a quote that I really like from Ralph Waldo Emerson
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.