I am no Mark Twain, I am no Kurt Cobain, I am no Marylin Monroe. But I would like to see my thoughts survive me. I mean both being able to access them myself effortlessly 50 years from now but — more importantly — being able to leave them to my family to browse through when I’m gone. Let them find silly, wrong, maybe cruel or stupid things in it, I don’t care. I hope they could find meaningful, funny and inspiring things there, too. Wouldn’t you like to discover that your late parent or mentor left you a notebook full of personal thoughts, ideas and quips of information? Wouldn’t it make you crazy angry if you knew it’s there somewhere in some fucking cloud but you don’t have any way to access it?