There seem to be two kinds of people: Those who try to accumulate things (think of the basement in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof”), and those who try to get rid of them. I am of the latter kind. I once helped clean out the office space of a photographer who had lived well beyond 80. And this week I helped clean out the home office of a retired professor who has been dead for a few years now. Think of endless shelfs so dense with stuff that they turn into a black hole any second. Conclusion: Not only for ease of moving while I am alive, but also for the convenience of those who will have to take care of my things once I’m not, I want *everything* (photos – sans those hanging in the MoMA of course -, writings, tax files, a lawsuit against a client who failed to pay his bill, books, etc.) to be on my iPhone/iPod. If I make it past the year 2050, by that time the two-terrabyte-version should do. At that age, I don’t really expect to be replaced by another boyfriend. But in any case, think of these convenient possibilities: (1) iPod gets buried with you, (2), iPod gets synchronized with new set of data, (3), iPod is put in a shrine near the fireplace. I’d prefer all three of those to having anybody sift through a large pile of stuff that has built up over a lifetime…