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What? Last time, I couldn’t tell if this was a joke. This time, it sounds like it was the real deal! From National Public Radio: “Laura Spears, 55, found out she won the lottery earlier this month while digging for a missing email in her junk folder. Spears says she purchased the winning ticket seeing an ad on Facebook for the Mega Millions jackpot. Just a few days later, she stumbled on the victorious message.” Read more here.Alas, while my spam folder seems to be chock full of “Your email has won the Irish lottery!” spam, none of that seems to be legit. I’ll keep checking, though.
I can’t tell if this article from Joe Queenan for the Wall Street Journal (paywall; sorry) is a joke or not.Relevant excerpt: “Just one example [of legitimate email going to the spam folder]: In recent years, a great deal of criticism has been leveled at the Swedish Academy for its baffling awards of the Nobel Prize for Literature to writers no one has ever heard of. It turns out this is because the emails offering the Nobel keep going to the authors’ spam folders. Because the winners never reply, the prize goes to the next person on the list. But sometimes that person doesn’t get the email either. It might take 19 writers before one does.”The guy’s a satirist, so maybe that’s a clue. But, legit email getting caught up in spam is a real problem. One that I get asked about quite a bit. If anybody has any contacts…
Hey, if you’re wondering who the heck I am, the fine folks at Kickbox just published a Q&A between myself and my new (to me) colleague Jennifer Nespola Lantz. Click on over to the Kickbox blog to check it out. And if you’re a weirdo who likes time travel, below the fold, you’ll find a copy of my ExactTarget welcome email. When I started at ExactTarget (now Salesforce Marketing Cloud) back in August 2006, it was the custom that every employee would create an email introducing themselves, and send that email out to the entire company. It was a great way to get to know folks. I thought it’d be fun to archive it here, to try to protect it from bit rot. A few things have changed since then: Kate is now my wife, and my friend’s jazz club is no more. But I do still live in Chicago, and I…