I’m in love. ReaddleDocs has it all: access to Dropbox and other file servers; uploading; downloading; emailing; and more. Plus it’s faster than a speeding bullet and is pleasant to use.

I’ve been using the extremely-popular GoodReader for the past two weeks, but its UI is a bit awkward and it has always felt slow to me. The feature set between the two are nearly identical, but ReaddleDocs for iPad feels better. Much better. And that is what makes or breaks a good app.

(Thanks, Derek, for the tip!)

ReaddleDocs for iPad

She had messy notebooks and unorganized scribblings of her work:

Christie’s notebooks show that stories didn’t spring forth fully formed from her head and that her famously recognizable writerly voice was entirely constructed. They also show it was no less authentic for that.

Do anyone’s stories or ideas come out any other way? I know I have ideas for projects, blog posts, and even tweets, strewn about in a slew of different places. When something pops into the little grey cells you write it down wherever you can. But no doubt, Agatha could have benefitted from cloud computing. (Via Kottke.)

Agatha Christie Was a Disorganized Writer

Brett Harned, project manager for Happy Cog, busts out of the gates with his new, looks-to-be-most-awesome weblog about his personal experience as a project manager:

My goal for this blog is to break down the PM role and bring a more personal slant to a discipline that is typically perceived as mundane. I hope other project managers share stories and experiences, so that we can learn from one another and build a network within the industry. It’s about time that we get up from behind our laptops and talk to one another about what we do and why we do it. BRING IT!

Project Managers are not Robots

This sucks. Crowfoot Coffee was a local coffee shop in my home town of Castle Rock, Colorado. It may have been the best coffee shop in America. The coffee was always fantastic (especially the espresso), the staff were always friendly, and any guest in there — stranger or not — was family.

I have had countlessly great times over countlessly great cups of coffee: long conversations with my dad; dates with my wife; Iced Americanos with friends… When I’m home visiting for a week I’ll be found at Crowfoot seven days in a row.

This coffee shop was the linchpin in getting the downtown development of Castle Rock onto its feet and into the beautiful, pedestrian-friendly environment it is today. Without Crowfoot, Castle Rock will never be the same.

Crowfoot Valley Coffee Closes Up Shop

Chris Bowler:

[W]e should all be making every effort to ensure that each sentence, each word, each character we publish, is done with the utmost care and thought. Each link, each photo, each small piece of Internet miscellany we pass on to our readers is done so with the understanding that the attention of our readers is not a resource to be squandered or taken lightly.

Amen, and amen. Good writing, Chris.

If You’re a Writer, the Tool Is Irrelevant

A great review of Marco’s indispensable read-it-later service, Instapaper.

And Instapaper on my iPad is one of my most-used apps. So much so that I’ve even started sending articles to Instapaper which I want to read right now. It’s just that I would rather read them in Instapaper on my iPad than in Safari on my MacBook Pro.

P.S. I don’t star a lot of articles in Instapaper, but if you want to read the ones I do star, my username is “shawnblanc”.

Instapaper is a Mac Gem

Astounding. The SR-71 was in commission from the 1960s to the 1990s as a spy plane for the US and is now on display at the Smithsonian. It could fly 2,664 miles an hour.

This guy’s stories from his 400 logged hours of flying the Blackbird are absolutely captivating — definitely worth a read. Here’s just one:

One day, high above Arizona , we were monitoring the radio traffic of all the mortal airplanes below us. First, a Cessna pilot asked the air traffic controllers to check his ground speed. ‘Ninety knots,’ ATC replied. A twin Bonanza soon made the same request. ‘One-twenty on the ground,’ was the reply. To our surprise, a navy F-18 came over the radio with a ground speed check. I knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, he had a ground speed indicator in his cockpit, but he wanted to let all the bug-smashers in the valley know what real speed was ‘Dusty 52, we show you at 620 on the ground,’ ATC responded. The situation was too ripe. I heard the click of Walter’s mike button in the rear seat. In his most innocent voice, Walter startled the controller by asking for a ground speed check from 81,000 feet, clearly above controlled airspace. In a cool, professional voice, the controller replied, ‘ Aspen 20, I show you at 1,982 knots on the ground.’ We did not hear another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.

(Via Rands.)

Flying the SR-1 Blackbird