When I hear the word “Desktop” I immediately think of a picture of me and my girlfriend on vacation, our faces cluttered with a mess of icons: jpegs, folders, shortcuts, .docs, pdf’s, rtfs, etc. But when I read this piece, I happily looked down at my real desk…desktop…whatever…to see a little notepad, scribbled and scratched and loved. I enjoy the feel of a pen on paper.

My girlfriend hates my computer. If I tell her I’m going to “write” she smirks and says “No, you’re going to play on your computer.” And she’s write…right. Sorry. I can’t even send an email without a sideways glance from her. Yet, I could write for hours on paper and she wouldn’t think otherwise.

Ironically, the open page in my scribble pad is a list of applications for record before I install a new operating system on my computer. It’s my final backup I guess. Among the apps, TextEdit, Word, Pages, Mail and the trial version of TaskPaper. I should just use my pen.