My grandma has written me hundreds of notes over the years, much like this one. The content of these notes is never terribly important, and there are far too many of them to keep conveniently in our overcrowded house. Nevertheless, I feel a twinge of guilt whenever I throw one out. I know that someday my grandparents will no longer be with us, and I will be sorry that I discarded these tokens of their affection. Therefore, we have a compromise: this note is getting recycled, but not before I preserve it digitally for posterity.

[cross-posted to Flickr]

UPDATE 2022: Although Flickr has survived far better than most websites from 2007, I have to admit that I do in fact regret throwing out that note. It might have outlived my attempts to digitally archive it. I won’t throw out any remaining notes I find.