Friday, February 10, 2006

i love you mom

HI JEREMY,PC HOOKED UP YESTERDAY,ANTTENA IN LIVING ROOM,
PEG HERE TODAY AND
TO HELP ME BRING UP MY MAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS JEREMY,  LOVE 
U...........MOM
With this e-mail, my mother announced her return to the Internet. Way back, I gave my mother an old computer and an Internet connection. Last summer, at her request, I discontinued it. Then, when I was home in January, my three sisters independently told me that my mother missed e-mail more than she let on. So I returned to Cambridge with the mission of catapulting my Mom back into cyberspace. This involved me arranging the shipment an old computer from Madison to the farm (thanks Sal) and my sister coming over to hook everything up (thanks Peg). It also involved arranging for some kind of microwave connection that goes from the living room of my parents' home, through their window, to a receiver on top of the grain elevator two miles away.

After getting the e-mail I talked to her on the phone. She had gone through all the messages that had accumulated in her Hotmail account. She asked what was the deal with the message I had sent a few weeks ago regarding "something about nymphos." I had to explain to her how spam could be sent to make it look like it came from someone you know. I am not sure my she was fully convinced--the e-mail did, after all, have my name right there after "From:".

Peg will surely show my mother my blog one of these days. If it's soon enough and she scrolls down far enough: Um, hi, Mom. Do not believe anything that those who may leave comments on this blog may have to say about me. And, click here and put a tack on my map. All the other bloggers' mothers have put tacks in their maps--you don't want me to be the only one. The way I was the only boy who didn't have an Atari 2600.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your mom is the cutest, Jeremy!

jlp said...

That's grand!

captain crab said...

Your next assignment is to get Eldon into cyberspace!

Anonymous said...

Greetings, Jeremy's Mom. We Cantabrigians are happy to have your son jogging around here.

I hope you'll be commenting!

Rhymes With Scrabble said...

I agree with anon #1.

Tom Volscho said...

My mom writes emails like that too with all caps in shorthand. I think it has something to do with telegraphs or telegrams or both.

Anonymous said...

My dad instant messages me sometimes (in his words, "talks to me over the computer"), and he puts "--Dad" at the end of every single message, as if otherwise I couldn't tell who the message was from. And my dad is a professor. One of those little old cute ones who wears sweater vests with ties.

Gonerill said...

Hi Jeremy,

what do you want me to do with that packet of latex gloves, the baby oil and the box of turnips you asked me to bring you back from the supermarket? Just leave it on your doorstep?

Winston said...

What the heck technology is that? Microwave antenna... connection through an antenna on a grain elevator... 2 miles away... Interesting! I might have use for that, but cannot seem to find anything on it.

jeremy said...

I don't know for sure it is microwave. That's the word the woman I talked to on the phone used, but who knows what that actually means. All I know is it can go several miles, but you need a clear line of sight with the transceiver on top of the elevator.

Anonymous said...

This periodic sprinkling of the term "Cantabrigians" has got to stop.

Absolut said...

I can't believe you'd confuse your Mom with the tack on map thing. Or was that a joke since you know she'd never be stopping by here anyway? (You never know, any day now she may read this.. for all you know she's already lurking, just not commenting.)