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I used to. .....
By:  Bean (Moderators; 16925)
Posted on: 04-10-2019 14:47.
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Corporate policy doesn't allow the use of synced notebooks, and the application won't let me create an offline one. So it has been inaccessible for a while. IT just shrugged their shoulders, said fuckifiknow, and moved on. I haven't found a workaround yet but haven't looked that hard either.

For meetings, I was moving away from it already. Having my computer open in front of me is too much of a distraction. So most of the time I write in a physical notebook. I go through my notes later and move the pertinent ones to JIRA or Confluence so that they're available to everyone there.

I still liked it for notes on research I was doing on my own and haven't found a good replacement for that, which is frustrating. I've been shoving everything into Word which really isn't the same.

I guess it might be worth trying Evernote, but that was such a kludge that I haven't been inclined to try it again.

Edited by Bean at 4/10/2019 2:49:01 PM

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Look again at that dot. That's here, that's home, that's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.