Trying to retrieve some data from the past, digging through my archive of notes. This pile of papers contains only a slightly higher signal-to-noise ratio than the volume of whiteboard sketches I have photographed on my phone.
I haven’t yet found what I was searching for in all that old scribbling,but I did find some old gems, most of which were _not_ work-related. Perhaps I’ll repost some stuff from the archive as excerpts here on this blog. Would that mean I could throw out the notebook, now that the data is in digital format? Perhaps.
Meanwhile, I did pitch several volumes into the recycling bin, so that’s a step in the right direction. My office is a little less like something from Douglas Adams.
Slartibartfast’s study was a total mess, like the results of an explosion in a public library. The old man frowned as they stepped in.
“Terribly unfortunate,” he said, “a diode blew in one of the life-support computers. When we tried to revive our cleaning staff we discovered they’d been dead for nearly thirty thousand years. Who’s going to clear away the bodies, that’s what I want to know.
Additionally, now that I’ve experimented with the built-in formatting, I suppose I should add some media. Let’s end with an enigmatic whiteboard image.