So the unexpected just happened. I was involved in an automobile accident this morning. Fortunately, nobody was hurt. I was driving in the left lane on a four lane road following another vehicle, when another driver decided to move from the right lane into my lane, but apparently misjudged as the rear wheel of their car clipped my front bumper, sending them into what I can only describe as a self-inflicted pit maneuver .
“Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.”
-Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
This week I have an update and a conclusion to my previous issues with Google’s email service. I posted my problem in support.google.com , and actually got responses in a reasonable amount of time. One, a Platinum Product Expert, suggested Google had been sending warning messages to my admin account, and advised I see the G Suite legacy free edition page for options. I went there, and clicked on the “I used my account for personal use” button as I had done in the past, but nothing happened.
Two years ago, Google offered a free workspace account for personal use. This allowed me to use their GMail services for my own personal domain name e-mail. Since my Android phone was already tied into their services, this seemed like a sensible thing to do to simplify things. Two days ago, and without any notice, my e-mail suddenly stopped working, as though it was never there. When I went into my Google e-mail app on my phone, the account wasn’t there; only my backup account could be seen.
If you watch television or Youtube in Ontario, you’ve probably seen the advertisement of a frozen woman with a pained look on her face, bundled up huddling next to her furnace pleading for it to not break down. Then as her furnace breaks down, she puts her head down in defeat and collapses, and as the screen fades to black, they flash the message: “Don’t let your home own you.” Some pretty good advertising by G&C advertising, sticking with what works: Selling fear of a highly exaggerated problem, and then selling the solution.
I grew up on television. Starting with Romper Room, Captain Kangaroo, The Flintstones, and Mr. Rogers, by far my favourite childhood shows were Sesame Street and The Electric Company. Our television programming came into our home from an antenna mounted on a mast that ran up alongside the house, and came into a black and white television set. Eventually we did get a second television, a Zenith colour set, which I attribute to the peer pressure from our neighbours and friends.