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A dip in the INKWELL May 11, 2003 It's just...pointless. Pointless I just thought of something while I was typing an email that made me think about other things. I thought I'd type these things here. That's what this is here for. Thing two (I'm going to put them in here backwards) was that I think my laptop is my most prized possesion. I don't really know why, either. Perhaps because I do my school work on it and school is my most important endeavor right now. Thirty-six and two years away from my Bachelor's degree. What makes me think about my most prized possesions is the fact that I'm reassessing my attitude towards things; possessions and acquisitions. This is part of the "radicalization" I am going through as a middle-aged college student. Spending so much of my time and energy on "intellectual pursuits" (even if they are just three-page essays) has me examining all the relatinships in my life. Not as in personal relationships, but as in the relationship between me and my employer, me and the state, the state and the economy, etc. I'm turning into a communal anarchist, or something. I am disillusioned with the whole system, just like a college student. Only I'm thirty-six, so my disillusionment is a little more rationally thought out than a ninteen year old's disillusionment. (At least I'd like to think so.) So, if I were going to simplify and get rid of my material things, I'd keep my lap top. Which brings me to thing number one. As I was typing, I realized one of the things I like about my lap top is the quiet sound it makes when I strike the keys, and how light my touch can be on them. I think a lot of people like a full, chunky keyboard becasue they can really whack away at it, but I really like the smooth, short stroke of a lap top. When I played the guitar more frequently, a fellow student of my guitar teacher commented on my light touch on the fretboard. I guess it just occured to me that the two things are related. I've always been a bigger fan of the subtle than the blunt. |