i'll show you my inbox, if you show me yours
I very much dislike bringing the white box of technology on which I type this out into the wider world, in part because I may drop it or be walking across a parking lot and have some car speed past shooting slush into the cheap black soft briefcase in which I package it, and in part because I abhor the notion of being in front of a screen for the majority of the day. Pen or pencil are inadequate tools in comparison to ten fingers' clicking, but also not at all inadequate depending on what type of function you envision a tool to fulfill.
As a consequence, amongst the three email addresses I currently occupy, a majority of the messages are from myself, to myself, b/c at various stages, from various campus computers, I wish to save my work and for reasons I would rather not think about there seems to be no central hard drive that is ambulatory across the campus computers. So if I work at computer X, and save at computer X, I must go to computer X to re-up the work. To avoid the inconvenience I end up saving the work and giving it a very time/place specific file designation, e.g. "writing comp Tuesday 9 pm no cover page" and sending it from one of my email hubs to another. All this makes for the dreaded intrusion of solipsism, which is, essentially, Hell. And I don't know what to about my own private hell but explain to you, dear Reader, how it came to be and to note that I don't know what else can be done. This is not a complaint or even an insight, but just one of those things (like fixing a paper jam) that seems to be both essentially absurd and so minuscule as to amount to less than the reaction it engenders really amounts to. Whew.
As a consequence, amongst the three email addresses I currently occupy, a majority of the messages are from myself, to myself, b/c at various stages, from various campus computers, I wish to save my work and for reasons I would rather not think about there seems to be no central hard drive that is ambulatory across the campus computers. So if I work at computer X, and save at computer X, I must go to computer X to re-up the work. To avoid the inconvenience I end up saving the work and giving it a very time/place specific file designation, e.g. "writing comp Tuesday 9 pm no cover page" and sending it from one of my email hubs to another. All this makes for the dreaded intrusion of solipsism, which is, essentially, Hell. And I don't know what to about my own private hell but explain to you, dear Reader, how it came to be and to note that I don't know what else can be done. This is not a complaint or even an insight, but just one of those things (like fixing a paper jam) that seems to be both essentially absurd and so minuscule as to amount to less than the reaction it engenders really amounts to. Whew.
2 Comments:
google documents, dude. that shit will take care of your problem.
im not even sure who's blog this is but i found it through Pete's and as pete already called out, Google Documents is the free and convenient solution to all that you are concerned with regarding non-centrality
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