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Back in the 1980s, one of my first publishers asked me for a quick biography paragraph to place at the end of a story. "Tell your readers about yourself," an editor said. "He fills infinite pieces of paper," I wrote. (It was the shortest piece I ever composed.)

Since that time, I've been presented with a countless number of form factors of strange components vying to replace my use of paper for keeping notes. Paper is wasteful, it gets lost, it reduces the number of trees, it consumes space. Think of how the environment would love me if I rid myself of the romance that I could record the passing parade of the world with a pencil.