I have a confession to make.
You know me, I like my techie gadgets (I
can’t always afford them, but I do drool over them and covet them and
dream about them). A lot. I’m inseparable from my iPod Touch, own a N95 and if you
take my Powerbook away from me, I get serious withdrawl. Yet, and here’s the confession…
I have a paper diary/organiser/agenda. A good old fashioned Collins, £4.95, one-week-on-two-pages diary. Nothing fancy,
although I am picky. Has to be A6 format, and one week on two pages.
And preferably an elastic band that closes it, so that I can stick
stuff in. Reading this blogpost though and getting
a meeting request from a friend who wanted to go to dinner and wanted
to know which email address he needed to send the invitation to, made
me realise that I’m maybe part of a dying breed of people that still
have a paper organiser.
I like my paper diary. I like it because I can pencil in appointments.
I have an overview of the week. Nothing quite as comforting as flipping
backwards and forwards through the weeks and months. I can stick
Post-it notes in it and pencil quotes into random pages. I keep my old
diaries as keepsakes, it’s great flicking through and being reminded of
all the fun things I did. The only downside perhaps is lack up backup
possibilities (short of photocopying it I suppose). If I lose it, I’m
stuffed.
So there you go. I guess you can take the girl out of book history, but you can’t take the love of paper away from the girl!