You’ve heard that “nothing good happens after midnight.” Are you willing to risk it? Are you ready to be plunged into email darkness, unable to read A Fresh Perspective without a cheap flashlight?
Don’t worry, I have no plans – now or ever – to turn off the lights here or to charge you to read my absolutely charming, insightful, incisive, occasionally witty, occasionally baffling, usually random, never plagiarized, and frequently caffeine-deprived thoughts, unless they come on dead trees or insidious whispers through your Kindle reader.
I’m posting this to make a point or two:
1) We’ve reached a major milestone, here at A Fresh Perspective. I’d serve up champagne and last week’s decadent lunch to celebrate, but it’s hard to upload that through the Internet. You’ll just have to imagine it, go into the kitchen and play with your own food, and throw a little party for yourself. I insist. We now have sixteen subscribers! Seems like only yesterday, it was twelve.* Watch out, New York Times…
2) Did that hyperbolic, fear-of-imminent-shortage and vaguely suggestive deadline headline capture your attention and get your heart racing, just a teeny, tiny bit? Oh, go on, you can admit it here. You’re among friends. Beware this kind of pitch. The only real time limit for most such offers is how long it takes the person making them to go out of business if they can’t close a sale. Unless we’re talking about fresh, seasonal produce. There’s nothing funny about rotting carrots. Or these hot little numbers, plucked in their prime and saved from a second unseasonal blast of Arctic iciness in Houston:
3) I would love it if you’d subscribe. Because that makes it easier for me to sneak into your inbox, climb up the mountain of spam, and say, “Hi!” You’ll never have to check for updates – and I know what a pain that must be, given my erratic, fits-and-starts, spur of the moment “publishing schedule” – fresh posts will be delivered on a shimmery electronic platter, by the deferential butler bot. And that’s all I’ll send you. No, “Please, please, please, for the love of all that’s good and holy, buy my books!” Nope. It’s not that kind of subscription thingy. It’s also not my personal contact list (if you’re a Friend on Facebook, you should have found that link on my page by now). If you missed the memo about me leaving Facebook, that’s okay – just go look for it on my profile page. I’m not leaving here.
The catch is that after you subscribe, you’ll need to watch your inbox and your spam folder for an email from:
A Fresh Perspective <email@example.com>
The subject line is this:
[Subscribe] Comments on A Fresh Perspective – please confirm
Much as I would love to make this easier for you – clickety-click, lickety-split, and you’re in like Flynn – quenching the flames on the burning hoops or allowing you to just walk around them would be risking non-compliance with various international laws and privacy best practices. (Sorry, Mitch!) Oh, don’t look at me as if to say you know I could tweak a snippet of code, flip a bit, whip up a batch of bat files or something – I won’t do it. But just to prove my inner child, my adversarial advocate, the little voice that wants to cry, “But he made me do it!” isn’t dead yet either, I did the due diligence and got the good folks at JetPack and Automattic to say they’d happily take the cred–er, blame:
Thanks for the follow-up question! As my colleague mentioned, this feature is opt-in due to requirements of spam and privacy laws to prevent anyone from being able to subscribe anyone else without their consent. Feel free to blame us or the laws we’re following for the opt-in requirement 🙂
Don’t hesitate to reach out if we can help with anything else, and have an awesome Friday!
Happiness Engineer, Automattic
They’re very responsive people. We’re going to do this their way.
* If you’re very observant, you’ll realize I’m gently mocking JetPack’s claim over there in the right sidebar that says, “Join 5,704 other subscribers.” No, if you’ve subscribed, you’re one of the Special Sixteen. It’s only 5,704 if you add in Twitter followers, and I know for a fact that at least two of mine are deceased. 3,201 for sure never read anything I post here or on Twitter, and at least 8 are Russian bots and 19 are “Buy Twitter Followers Cheap!” bots. You may wonder why I don’t block those. I’ll confess: It amuses me to throw them keywords and make them talk to each other. If you’re one of the “Founding Feedburners,” you’re extra special. Try not to gloat. Do be glad that you got in on the ground floor, as rumors of Feedburner’s demise abound, and Google could pull that plug at any time.
I never joke about Hell freezing over. Here’s the proof: