archeology of moving

I found a box of letters in my closet that go back 20-odd years.
The persistence of the printed word is an underrated asset in this golden age of binary wonders.

While the lazy slob in me deeply appreciates keeping tabs on people with Facebook, sharing pictures via Flickr, chatting with my friends on Ventrilo and dropping notes via gmail, I won't be stumbling across any of it in a shoebox when I'm an old man.

The wife has kept journals since she was little, ready for moving they take up two good sized boxes. They're a practical solution. With letters you need to intuit things based on replies, which matches nicely my somewhat oblique approach to self inspection.

I like that I once I knew all my friends addresses by heart.
Now, I just start typing and the machine reads my mind.