Just stumbled upon my Dec 1999 copy of "Scientific American" featuring on its cover: "what science will know in 2050." If I am hanging around in 2050, I will do a thorough check to see how our scientists have fared in building knowledge. Yay for nerding out in nursing home in the future and yay for unpacking fun in the present!
(Addendum on 05/28/13: Yes, I do acknowledge that the kind of reasoning I employed above is a apt example of how I talk myself into NEVER THROWING ANYTHING OUT, like fucking EVER. I do recognize this is a problem. I admit I need help, but first I will try being superbly organized and fitting everything into a tiny space. No, it does not help that I have a passion for packing.)
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