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Next week, I want to be indefensible. Maybe even for two weeks. A month? That’d be good too.

Then after that, I want to be Jason Permenter for a week.

Then, I will be happy.

Recently I’ve been hand-making these little grid-paper notebooks, using my old comic books (reinforced with thin cardstock) as covers, and giving a few away to friends and such. They’re 3.5×5.5in and have 48 pages each, and are obviously one-of-a-kind.

So if I were to, say, make a large quantity of them and then sell them in packs of three, would there be any interest? And if so, would $12.00 for a 3-pack seem reasonable?

My Flickr photostream has outgrown its original structure of sets and groups.

My iTunes library is a metadata trainwreck.

My document management schema is a hodgepodge of notes about naming conventions, redundant backups, and the six local volumes that contain the entire mess, all scribbled in a battered Moleskine.

And my books? Oy, the books. Probably 700 volumes in my office alone, neatly shelved but not organized in the least¹.

The list goes on and on. If you know me personally, you have a good idea of how much nerd-rage this situation produces inside me.

It looks like 2009 is going to be The Year of Getting My Collective Media Shit Together.

Danny Dumas reviews the new Sony Ericsson W350 Walkman phone for Wired.  While praising its style, his conclusion isn’t so glowing:

The keys and navpad are unfit for grown-up human use. The phone’s clunky headphone connector has all the charm of a tumor. The awkward flip panel makes for clumsy, fumbling answers.

Once again proving that form should always follow function (excepting Apple, usually).

Before the iPhone (and before that horrid little Blackberry Pearl I used for all of 6 months) I’d used three different Sony Ericsson candybar phones, and loved every one of them.  It’s sort of sad to see them missing the mark these days.

(via Gruber)