mindlace

So of course on the way to material independence, I find a (few) new things to buy; a pen and a cot with wheels and a roof. The cot looks like it will assemble in my Fit with the passenger seat down, and I imagine I can insulate it against the cold. Have to see if they’ll even let me buy one, as they seem intent on giving them away; I’ll try to give and get.

I still have to watch out for all the places in which it would be illegal for me to sleep. I have to find someplace to park my car anyway while I am not in the Estados Unidos, so I will be looking for some long term parking where I can sleep and preferentially get watts and in a perfect universe get bandwidth.

Of course, it’s not exactly a trivial pen, but I’m already planning on needing to plug in my book and half a dozen other bits of electronic lampreys. As much as I want to be a 21st century digital boy there are some thoughts I can only get out on paper, so at least this way I will get a digital transcription of what I write.

You have to use special paper, but I could use the discipline of only having one thing to write on. I also ordered some moleskin-alikes, so I should have a decent form factor. We’ll see if it works as advertised, as it is the latest in a long line of dead gadgets that tried to do something similar.

If it works, then at the end of every page I can (if I so choose) just rip it out and destroy it; the data will stay with me, so it counts as more portable than the few other old journals I never read but lug around anyway.

Now for a brief PSA:

In these Turbulent Times I feel it my duty as an American to whore myself out to the general public with more élan. It is in this spirit that I would like to formally announce the opening of the Mindlace T-Shirt Shop. Please spend all the money you were saving for that Senate Seat or Convertable Debt Swap Instrument.

The women’s T-shirt is made of organic cotton harvested using sustainable methods, so I thought I should mention that the ink on that shirt is made with the crushed bones of underage sweatshop workers.