Sometimes, I imagine myself to be an anti-elephant. The forgetful type. And without the magical trunk action. But most importantly, I’m rather unorganized and I haven’t done much to remedy this situation. I’ve tried carrying around a planner — goodness knows that this didn’t take any extra effort, seeing as I carry around an office supply store in my purse — and I’ve even gone as far — regularly — as using my skin as a canvas. Unfortunately, this latter invention of mine (I haven’t quite named it yet; favorites include “Derm Paper” and “Oh My God, Is That Your Hand?”) doesn’t work well with water. But I’ve branched away from these material things; I know I can’t be trusted with them. That leaves a whole mess of things for the Internet, my old best friend, to remedy — in stylish and previously unheard of (Pope Leo X had a prophecy of this nature, but he dismissed it as an attack of indigestion) ways!
Have your notes and keep them too
Stikkit, although assumed to be nothing more than a pretty (pretty pretty) face, has come back to haunt me. I initially rejoiced in the idea of transmuting the numerous Post-It Notes I tried to put on my monitor (I knocked them off in spastic fits) into online sticky notes — stikkits. Although I loved the idea, I never really learned to use Stikkit in a productive way.
One of Stikkit’s interesting features is its e-mail capabilities — it’s not quite as cool as being able to mine out an entire hillside with an old spoon, but it’s damn close. Essentially, while you cannot amend the actual note with your own musings, you can make notes and comments on stikkits by sending an e-mail to the address specified. I just wish that an excerpt of these comments could be shown outside of the actual comments tabbed (Stikkit has alternately nifty and confusing menus; the top menu consists of mostly clear — but still hazardous — icons that only reveal their purpose during their hover state. The side menu, however, consists of four little buttons that are rather easy to understand. In addition, the interface is equipped to use accesskeys, which is definitely a benefit of the system.
On a whole, Stikkit is an organized collection of notes that you might make yourself — and if time ever calls for a prophecy, and the site is still intact, you might just be famous. Don’t delete a single one!
But unfortunately, there is no Ritalin online
Ah, we’re back to Twitter again. I wrote at length on the subject not very long ago, at a time when I wasn’t sure if the grass were green, or that peculiar coloration was caused by the lasers that often come out of my eyes in tense situations. Ice breakers. You know how it is.
Twitter’s not as of much of a note-taking program as it is a thought repository, if you use it the way I use it, which is to jot down all of the strange ideas I have throughout the day. Half of the strange things that I want to write down I never manage to. It’s as if I don’t make it in time. And yet, I still undeerstand that Twitter is there for me, a guidepost on my path to sanity.
If not, it’s good for confusing the lot of my followers/friends — here’s to you, my dear brave compadres.
Think of Twitter as a more social Stikkit (which has its own room for friends and comments, but still professes that strange professional atmosphere I can often smell around stuffy grocery stores and the odd cat grooming parlor — stupid cats). Twitter thrives on social interaction, via tweets and the commitment of a community to updating. Which means that, as long as Twitter has several hundred people like me, it can either a) explode from the madness or b) continue to thrive, outlive the human race, and branch into a strange flying automaton that plods the world restlessly day after day, night after night, on a quest for random thoughts.
I recently noticed that one of these fantastic bird-robot contraptions, an Elliot Swan by name, created a corollary service to either of those, for easy transfer of unformatted material into an easily understood syntax. The service is entitled Postable, and I had to try it twice just to be sure of its power (the first time, I was terrified of its reliance on voodoo magic to make such neat adaptations).
Either way, I’ll do my very best to ensure that not a single one of my thoughts shall go unnoticed, in whatever form I chose to manifest them. Organization, after all, is exclusively a matter of presentation. So what will it be? Little yellow notes that think? Or a spastic conveyance of actions? Or (and this is the best choice out there) a purple zebra with a built-in filing cabinet? That’s what I thought. Best. Idea. Ever.
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Lasse Havelund said:
Ahh, I’m already using Twitter, and I’m giving Stikkit a go now :D
Posted on May 24, 2007 9:35 AM; Permalink