Believe it or not, they exist.
Blogging has been light over the past week since I’m simultaneously catching up on things after my trip to Memphis and getting ahead as much as possible in anticipation of Squeaky‘s visit next week. Oh, and I was staying up into the wee hours Skyping with her, too.
That meant days which started at 6:45 AM and ended at 2 AM, give or take. Good thing I’m already an insomniac.
It also means I’m spending the weekend cleaning house and cursing my pack-rat ways. Now, I’m not pathological about it, storing jars of my own urine a la Howard Hughes. I have no psychological aversion to throwing things out. I’m just a profoundly lazy housekeeper and voracious reader who isn’t bothered by clutter. Things tend to pile up…
Which explains why I just threw out an issue of Wired from 1994, and a stack of old Macworlds with articles like “Preparing for System 7.” I’m just about to pitch 90% of my old notes and papers from college, because when am I ever going to need my Psych 100 notes again?
And miles to go before I sleep…
Good Lord man! Next you’ll be bathing regularly and discarding your Pyramid O’ Beercans.
You should just scan all your important notes through OCR… assuming your hand writing is legible enough. Might work better for any loose computer code.