Things Which Don’t Exist
I was writing a note in my iPhone calendar yesterday–the simple one, normally reserved for “Dentist at 9”; “United flight 351 @ 4:21 PST”. I know you’re supposed to use some special app or else buck the system entirely with paper and pen, but I’ve been stuck in my ways since my Blackberry Days. (I sat on that Tupperware-shade green chair and read to you from the tiny, slow-to-load Blackberry screen…transcripts of Beavis and Butthead in “young-eye scriptR...