A pristine book is a horror. A book has to be alive, with the scars of a long life being read and read again, put down, forgotten, picked again, squashed in a bag, dragged to the beach… That’s how you know it is a well loved book.
Well, I couldn’t stand being told to read a book. And a very boring one at that. So I usually asked another student what the story was about, read two pages to see the style and then wrote something. On Sunday evening. At least I didn’t have to read the dratted thing.
I have coloured tapes, so I wrapped the head of the cables with a different colour each. Yellow for USB-C, blue for USB-A, red for mini. That’s so much easier, no need to check each end, pick up the right colour.
Three more years… three more years…