Thursday, October 12, 2006


I always try to come up with an alphabetic mnemonic device to remember my phone number. When I lived in LA during my 20s, my number was something like 851-KISS, and in Brooklyn, it was nonsensically TEA-TONY. I now have PhoneSpell to do the work for me, even though they told me what I already know: there is nothing interesting for my current home number. My cell phone, on the other hand, by adding a digit or two to the beginning and the end, can spell out one of my ardent beliefs: rat-so-yuck.