Welcome to the inaugural installment of Inbox, a column dedicated to remarkable emails. Inbox began in 2002 as the only annual zine dedicated to preserving email. The initial concept was a spoof on museums that try to preserve and catalogue the completely meaningless trifles of life. However, after receiving more than 150 submissions for the first issue, we quickly learned there was merit to the exercise. The original title, E.W.P.G. (Electronic Word Preservation Guild), was inspired by all those organizations out there with acronyms exceedingly difficult to remember.
The idea for Inbox came from the attitude that emails are transient, disposable, utilitarian notes that will serve little purpose in the long run. And nine times out 10, this is absolutely right. But now and then, there will be a message that transcends the odds. Inbox seeks these out.
With that, I'd like to open the pages of Inbox to your submissions. If there is a story behind your email, be sure to include (all the juicy) details. Remember, there are no guidelines for content: No issue is too private, no concern too banal. But please don't send me anything that will compromise my friendship with you, or your friendship with another. In other words, all due respect for the law will be taken into account.
For the first edition, I'm including this particular sample because it is only two sentences long and that's all we have space for at this point.
Please send all submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org
From: ----- --------
RE: television show rights
Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2005
To: Michael Neault
We are not connected. I have no idea who Michael Neault is and I'm sure he feels the same way about me.