This is Note 62. When I open this text editor it defaults the title of the document to Note ##, incrementally increasing the number. This is Note 62. And in fact, it is not the 62nd note uttered into this sphincter of text. It is just the 62nd one since I did not manually rename some files. If that makes sense.And even if it doesn’t…
It is a little later than the last note I sent up, which was not from this text editor. It was from Pine, the e-mail program, sent from the Netbook, from the bar. The very warm bar. It is 65 fucking degrees tonight, in the middle of this month of November which seems to sail past like a yacht of the 1%.
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Steaks, printer paper, and a hard drive. a 3TB hard drive. there is a hard drive shortage in the world today. i snap them up as i can. $100 for 3TB is a long way from $240 for 1GB back in the day.
eventually storage will be infinite. someone will develop a crystal, or a synaptical pulsating organ that stores infinite data and memory. until then, it’s mechanical hard drives backing up the SSDs.