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A day with email

Today was spent in romancing the vintage technology of emailing. Gmail's IMAP needs getting used to before the uninitiated can feel reasonably comfortable with its complexities and intricacies.

Windows Live Mail is a bit cranky in its own right while Google's self-confession on some issues being in the works also adds to the initial labor of setting up the system. And if you're fussy like me, you'll probably spend a lot of time tinkering before being reasonably happy with the mail client working in tandem with the mail server!

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Vivek said…
I've heard Thunderbird works well with GMail. It also has an RSS reader.
Friday, November 02, 2007 6:00:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
The problem with Thunderbird lies in its lack of support for Hotmail.

Windows Live Mail has RSS support too, but I prefer Google Reader...head and shoulder above the rest.
Friday, November 02, 2007 4:16:00 PM
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