all sorts of cryptic notes

I dropped the old phone in the mail today — long gone, I guess I should say good bye. It was an amazing bit of technology, and how it keeps running headlong at a furious pace. I bought that particular phone because I could hook it up to a modem — only the modem cable cost more than the phone itself — and I think I used once, for real, to send in an article I got paid for. I was in the Houston airport, working off my Newton, and I sent the article in via the cell – modem – handheld combination. It’s not like I did it a lot times, nor, for that matter, do I like connecting flights through Houston, but I guess that’s another complaint. At what speed is this technology going to continue to advance. I finally gave up and started carrying a pencil and a piece of scrap paper to write on, sometimes I get home with all sorts of cryptic notes scribbled on bits and pieces of miscellaneous paper, those wonderful, brilliant insights I get, hey I gots to strike when that old Muse is doing its thang. I just wish I could remember what that line about how springy intestines were was about, something about a flick of the wrist, and your opponent’s guts wind up strewn all over the place.