I abhor personal digital assistants, day planners, to do lists, GTD*, or any of those other "solutions for overwhelmed crybaby hipsters". Don't even get me started on the "iTouch myself" or the "iPhone for 1-900-sex".
We were born with the most powerful pda in the multiverse and what do we do? We outsource our thoughts and memories to loathsome gadgets.
Always forgetting dates and times? Try this one out for size. If I told you that in 5 days from now, at exactly 2:37 am, I'm going to creep in your room and give you a bigger smile with my spyderco, any chance you'll forget the date and time?**
My point, bucko, is that if you're forgetting stuff, maybe it's because that stuff you're forgetting is unimportant. Or maybe, everything in your pathetic life is unimportant. In which case, maybe it's time to dance with the devil~>
*Though I'm not a big fan of David Allen, you have to admit that in certain light he looks like Commissioner Gordon.
**My good friend Hannibal Lecter is also a big fan of Spyderco knives.
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