I am wondering…

And is there data that shouldn’t be passed on?

it’s impossible to understand what will matter or who will care about it.  one of my favorite things about recording in the present is that there will be context about me for others later in life.

we all bear what others leave behind.  i’m set to head into drobo-land and open up the flood gates.  will it all be around afterwards?  i don’t know.  i’m connecting dots now so someone can draw a picture later.  don’t worry about what you’ll leave behind and don’t be afraid of keeping it now.

the story always gets told.

The Demise of Datebooks

But what else can a calendar do? It’s hard to remember, surveying my dull Google version (“parents in town,” “book club”), that a Filofax was also a place for plot arcs, self-invention and self-regulation. It was, in every sense, a diary — a forward-running record, unlike backward-running blogs. The quality of the paper stock, the slot for the pen, the blank but substantial cover, the hints of grand possibilities that came with the inserts — all of these inspired not just introspection but also the joining of history: the mapping of an individual life onto the grand old Gregorian-calendar template.

i still find myself noting the most important things on paper.  it will never be replaced.