You call that information?
Data it may be, but information? It certainly doesn't inform me of anything. In the better cases my inbox fills up with jokes which I enjoy reading, sometimes even reading outloud to others. And yes, there's the occasional PowerPoint presentation that actually has some photographs which are a pleasure to open, and perhaps sometimes even save (at least to show the kids). But most of the time the much touted exchange of information is little more than a euphemism for an inbox that overflows with false virus warnings, recycled stories, and, among the myriad other items, PowerPoint presentations of simple and simplistic text messages loaded with pictures or photos that contribute nothing to an understanding of the text but take up lots of memory. One of my "favorites" along these lines is the message that tells us that we should be happy to have downloaded those particular 400K of treacle because when we read it we realize that someone is thinking of us, and isn't that nice to know. Just how someone has been thinking of me when all he or she has done is take a message which they've just received from someone else's mass distribution list and forward it to their own mass distribution list is far from clear. Clicking on forward and then clicking on the name of a list, a name that represents an often randomly organized list of names - something like friends or my readers, or maybe even everyone I know or have ever met is a simple, automated procedure, and it can be performed without the sender thinking about me personally, or anyone else, at any stage of the process.
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