Let me tell you about my awesome club in this 23 megabyte e-mail!!!
D. Craig Elbert (WG'09) Publisher
Issue date: 11/17/08 Section: Perspectives
Electronic mail, or as we call it in the Tech Club, "e-mail" may seem like just another fad to you because you don't understand science. But after spending hours staring silently over people's shoulders in the computer lab, let me be the first to tell you that e-mail is here to stay. And if you are the skeptical type who desires more than just anecdotal evidence, consider this fact: a recent survey probably found that tons of people use e-mail EVERYDAY. Chew on that R-squared Dr. Math.
Using a combination of cables and wizard magic, e-mail allows us to communicate effortlessly and instantaneously with people all over the galaxy. Now obviously pirates don't have e-mail because, duh, computers don't exist in the ocean and electricity is allergic to water, but the rest of us are e-mailing all the time. After all, e-mail is incredibly e-ssential (GET IT?!!?) to the Wharton experience.
More specifically, e-mail's efficiency makes it ideal for shouting at the entire student body in rabid, colorful fonts that will ideally destabilize Microsoft Vista and murder your eyeballs. This is what advertisers call "breaking through the clutter" and I call seizure-inducing or annoying.
At Wharton, these school-wide e-mails are distributed in batches throughout the day, presumably as all message must go through some type of clearance to assure that they 1) make me feel lazy; 2) make me feel white, mundane and really white; and 3) have a high-res graphic large enough to explode my Inbox and damage my past attempts to reconcile red-fonted conflicts with the System Administrator.
Still, I do enjoy the fleeting flattery of 39 unread messages awaiting me at the noon hour. At least I feel special until I scan all the subject lines uniformly prefaced by [Whg09]. It's like returning a passing hand wave before realizing the greeting is intended for the person behind you; a split second of ego-inflating popularity immediately followed by self-pitying shame.
Using a combination of cables and wizard magic, e-mail allows us to communicate effortlessly and instantaneously with people all over the galaxy. Now obviously pirates don't have e-mail because, duh, computers don't exist in the ocean and electricity is allergic to water, but the rest of us are e-mailing all the time. After all, e-mail is incredibly e-ssential (GET IT?!!?) to the Wharton experience.
More specifically, e-mail's efficiency makes it ideal for shouting at the entire student body in rabid, colorful fonts that will ideally destabilize Microsoft Vista and murder your eyeballs. This is what advertisers call "breaking through the clutter" and I call seizure-inducing or annoying.
At Wharton, these school-wide e-mails are distributed in batches throughout the day, presumably as all message must go through some type of clearance to assure that they 1) make me feel lazy; 2) make me feel white, mundane and really white; and 3) have a high-res graphic large enough to explode my Inbox and damage my past attempts to reconcile red-fonted conflicts with the System Administrator.
Still, I do enjoy the fleeting flattery of 39 unread messages awaiting me at the noon hour. At least I feel special until I scan all the subject lines uniformly prefaced by [Whg09]. It's like returning a passing hand wave before realizing the greeting is intended for the person behind you; a split second of ego-inflating popularity immediately followed by self-pitying shame.
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