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Feb. 5th, 2012 01:20 pmToday I am finally able to transfer the little life I'd created on my old laptop -- the music and essays and Firefox settings and desktop wallpaper, everything -- to this new laptop I got a whole month ago.
As I type on the new one, i watch the old one out of the corner of my eye, reveling in the rare-for-me pleasure of watching lines of text scroll up and off the screen as stuff happens with quiet efficiency and blessedly little input from me.
Neat little orderly lines listing the items of my home directory, which -- however quirky or haphazard or forgotten or invisible I may find them -- are reassuringly linear and equal here in the terminal window.
As I type on the new one, i watch the old one out of the corner of my eye, reveling in the rare-for-me pleasure of watching lines of text scroll up and off the screen as stuff happens with quiet efficiency and blessedly little input from me.
Neat little orderly lines listing the items of my home directory, which -- however quirky or haphazard or forgotten or invisible I may find them -- are reassuringly linear and equal here in the terminal window.