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 Feature Highlight: Highlights Diigo saves the day with "highlights". Highlights let you select the important snippets on a page and store them in your library with the page's bookmark. Let's try it. Just open a page, maybe one of your old-school bookmarks or one of your new cat bookmarks, and find the information on that page you actually care about. Select that important text. Got it? Okay, now put your hemet on, 'cause this might blow your mind! Click the highlight icon on the Diigo toolbar. It's the one with the "T" on a page with a yellow highlighter. You will notice that the selected text gets a yellow background. This means that the text has been saved in your library, and as long as you have the Diigo add-on the text will be highlighted on the page! How's that for easy?   Now you've highlighted the text. It will appear in your library within the bookmark for the page it is on. Go to your library and you can see how it works. If you're not sure how to get to your library, just click the second icon on the toolbar (Diigo icon to the left of the search bar) and then select "My Library »".

Sticky Notes on the Web What? I can put a sticky note on a web page? How? Oh, that's right! Diigo. Just right-click anywhere on the page and choose to "add a floating sticky note". Type up your note and choose "Post", then move the note anywhere on the page. You have to type a note first, before you move it where you want, otherwise there's nothing to move!

"Night after night, as I wandered in and out of clubs, bars, and juke joints with my trumpet beneath my arm and my scores tucked beneath my shirt, a tiny glint of something new began to emerge in my life, something I'd never had before," he wrote in his autobiography. "I had no control over where I lived, no control over my sick mother, no control over my hardheart­ed stepmother and my overwrought father. I couldn't change the attic where I slept, or stop the anguished tears of my little brother, Lloyd, who sometimes cried himself to sleep at night; I couldn't control the angry whites who still called me n***** when they caught me alone on the street, or the bourgeois, high yella blacks who considered me too poor, too dark, and too uneducated to be a part of their lives. But nobody could tell me how many substitute chord changes I could stick into the bridge of 'Cherokee'. Nobody could tell me which tempo to play 'Bebop' or 'A Night In Tunisia' in."

"Music was the one thing I could control," he said. "It was the one world that offered me freedom. When I played music, my nightmares ended. My family problems disappeared. I didn't have to search for answers.