entries by topic: notebooks
| 2014/8/23 | a notes.txt / TODO file format |
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| 2013/11/7 | I’ve owned a bunch of notebooks over the last decade or better. I’m rarely without an active one, and I start to get worried when I know there’re fewer blank pages left than I could fill in one sitting. Early on in the course of this addiction, I tended to treat individual notebooks like singular, precious objects: I was so careful about what I wrote in them that I rarely wrote anything. I had few regular habits, and seldom wrote the same sort of thing twice. What I did write was usually cryptic, compressed, and terribly overwrought. |
| 2013/9/7 | I’ve been reading Grudin’s Time and the Art of Living for a couple of days now. I came to it by way of a quote in the documentation for the GNU date utility, in the section on date formats. I’ve loved that bit for years, but for some reason it struck me that I ought to read the original. |
| 2009/4/29 | you turn the lock of the password, / the keys rattling in your brain and / fingers moving awkwardly over the buttons / half drunk and half confounded by the / chiclet feel of a commodity laptop |
| 2006/11/12 | (Posted later, incomplete thought.) |
| 2006/4/19 | Today, I spent slightly less than 3 dollars on a little plastic box and some 3x5 index cards. I then tacked a length of string to a shelf on the wall opposite the computer desk, and found a jar of miniature wooden clothespins. (I had to ask Elizabeth. They were in a plastic tub with multicolored squares of felt, dyed wooden beads, pipecleaners, and wooden cutout horses.) |
| 2004/9/20 | winfield, pt. 1 |
| 2004/2/19 | Armand over at Moleskinerie asked if he could re-post yesterday's notebook ramblings. A sure sign, I suppose, that at least one person read them. |
| 2004/2/18 | material culture: dead trees, part 1 |