I don't own a PDA, and I've never had the urge to buy one, a disposition reinforced by the proliferation of stylus-poking, self-important jackasses I see around me in DC every day. I'm no Luddite -- you're reading me on a blog, for starters -- but I'm waiting for the backlash, when organic memory skills and mental discipline are celebrated as the true differentiators between the uber-geeks and the merely techno-reliant. I'm also not exactly Mr. Mnemonic -- my anti-forgetting talents are weak in comparison to some of the other semi-geniuses in my social circle -- but I rarely forget the basic shit in my life. A couple of index cards in my wallet hold some phone numbers that I need but don't use regularly. That's as lazy as I get. On the gizmo tip, I crave an MP3 player, sure, but I just can't see myself plunking down $399 for an iPod, and that's probably the only model I'd buy right now. Of course, I'll probably forget something important in the next two days, and all of this ranting will look utterly silly. I'm willing to take that chance.
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