. . . and I don't say that like it's a good thing. We'll get to that in a minute.
Good weather for growing icicles, although ever since I read that they're a sign of ice dams, they've been spoiled. Enjoy the warmth - back to single digits in a day, if my weather app is correct. I have to take its word for these things, although I have no idea where it gets the data.
OOPS Someone's going to get a sternly-worded letter in his personnel file:
Unfortunately, there was a building on top. But not any more:
TECH"Confessions of a Digital Hoarder "- there's a title that got my attention, since I'm one myself. Not as bad as the author, who seems to squirrel everything away in Evernote. I keep things on my hard drive, with is rigorously organized and backed up sixteen different ways, ensuring I will never lose that thing I will probably never want. But why clip and save when everything's on the web? Because bookmarks rot. Sites vanish.
If you're not a hoarder, but would like to start saving everything obsessively for some later moment when you're interested in reading the things you skimmed and saved for later, follow the author's suggestions. Pocket and Springpad are good; I use them both.
Now, to give you an idea of what I save:
Eh? you ask. Who cares? (BTW, it may have been their last hoky-poky howler, since Woolsey died the year after this ad ran in 1937.) I saved it so I could look up the Bellylaff Boys later, see what they were all about. For all I know they were the Harold and Kumar of their day, and if you're ever in a conversation with someone about Bill and Ted or Harold and Kumar, you can say "There's a rich tradition of such act, including the Bellylaff Boys, Wheeler and Woolsey." And then conversation stops for a moment while everyone tries to muster interest in your pedantic remark and obsscure reference, and then things go on as if you'd never spoken.
