Agent Alerts from Stuckey & Company

As the New York Times reported on July 6, the Web has become "an irreplaceable part of daily life, and Internet (and technology) companies have plans to make us even more dependent on it." More and more, web services "are being held to the same standard of reliability as the older services they aim to replace." Issues ranging from outages and viruses to data security and copyright infringement can have a significant and lasting impact on a growing technology company.

In a 2008 survey of agents, when asked "What program would be most useful to your agency?" 48% of those surveyed selected "Technology Insurance Program," further proof that this market will continue to grow in the months and years to come.

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To read the full New York Times article on the issues surrounding our growing reliance on the web, click here.

I vacationed outside the country for the first time last week. Cancun was gorgeous and relaxing and the people were so nice...although they confiscated my favorite pair of tweezers at the airport. I guess personal grooming is not allowed on planes in Mexico - not that I was going to partake in such rudimentary preening practices in public, but I would have liked to have had the option. Seriously, what do they think I'm going to do, pick apart the plane one thread at a time? Though it was a long enough flight to do just that. During my week long furlough in Utopia, my only objective was to slip in and out of a sedentary coma and contemplate the oneness of the universe...without getting sunburned. I learned something about myself that I never knew before. I love the ocean (I already knew that part) but the feeling isn't mutual (I didn't know that part). Vibrant shades of turquoise waves crashed rhythmically onto the shore creating a white foam that pulled the powdery sand back to its origin while the darker royal blue shades, a bit farther out, seemed to draw a distinct line between where Mother Nature says it's permissible to venture and where she just might scold intruders. This clear "fence" seemed to invite the more adventurous souls, unlike myself. But I had no trouble marching out into the inviting waters of the "okay to enter zone". But let me just say, once the bottom is gone, it's gone, baby, gone! Although I knew that if I just floated, I would ride on top of the waves, yet I panicked and allowed every single one to slam over the top of my head. The more I tried to swim back to shore, the more she pulled me in towards the dark side and fed me more salt than I’d had all week on the rim of my margarita glass. My life didn’t flash before my eyes or anything, but I did wonder for a moment if I let my life insurance policy lapse and made a mental note to look into travel insurance. When I finally got back to shore (with assistance) I looked out and saw that I hadn't really gone out that far at all, certainly well within the "fence"; and so later in the day, lost in deep thought whilst sipping a salt-free cocktail in an attempt to drown out my humiliation, it dawned on me that sometimes we tend to kick and fight the waves of our lives (sounds like a soap opera) when it's best just to relax, float and think things through, which is exactly what I did the rest of the week (in the wading pool).