Assorted tales of an information hoarder. This time he rambles on about an old computer. And Her. There’s something inherently sad about a computer. Especially an old computer, like the shiny, elegant iMac I used to write my two novels. Really sad. I know, this is no way to start a fun little column about the…
Assorted tales of an information hoarder. This time he rambles on about a more simple life. As much as I love my digital and well-connected lifestyle, sometimes I really long for something different. Back to nature. Leave it all behind and start appreciating the sun again. Rain on my cheeks. Fresh air on my skin.…
Assorted tales of an information hoarder. Numbers have invaded our lives. Everywhere they determine the most important and valuable aspects of our lives. Just think about it. Our identity is a string of numbers on our passport. We get in touch with our loved ones by telephone, using another series. And then there’s the number of our…
Assorted tales of an information hoarder. The first time I decided it would be a good idea to organize my life, I didn’t know anything about bookmark managers. In fact, they didn’t even exist, back then. I suppose there was no Internet available yet, not for non-techies like me. But there were those sturdy binders…
Assorted tales of an information hoarder. I didn’t grow up in the Internet era. I grew up in a time when, if you didn’t understand the lyrics of your favorite song, you just made them up. And then you told yourself they were correct. You even tried to convince others that you had it right.…
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