The joy of loss

Archiving information is hard work, which is probably why I get quite a bit of pleasure out of deleting it. Today I was told that I had officially changed teams at work, so I took the opportunity to make an archive copy of my e-mail, then delete piles of old stuff that I almost certainly won’t need any more. Basically, I trashed everything which was related to the previous job, and which arrived in my mailbox before January 1st 2001.

I’ve done much the same at home—archived off the 20th Century’s e-mail to a CD, and cleared it out of my current set of folders. All those messages I never got around to replying to, all the junk I vaguely thought I should keep in mind but never referred back to… all purged. Bliss.