I find myself worried about mission creep with terminal, in that I like the

basic tool, with its keyboard bindings and fast reactions to my will, so

well that I keep wanting to find more ways to use it. But this is subtly

crowding out other things I should be doing.

Let me be a little explicit about the irony: the operations on terminal are

so beautiful because they are so efficient, but then that makes me want to

stand amazed so much that I then lose the efficiencies that those

operations would otherwise gain.

Really, this is more of me invoking the burgeoning problem to act as an

internal caution -- a sort of Rumpelstiltskin moment where I use language

to cast a counter-spell. I wish to use terminal to leave the terminal, and,

yes, periodically remember to be grateful for my tools, but move on to

the other parts of life.

But, as problems go, a habituation to the joys of computing with the

overlapping triad of plain text, nested directories, and scripts is not so

bad. If I am going to looking at something rather than working on my top

productivity goals, it might as well be at elegant beauty rather than at

the slot-machine dynamics of a feed. Also, the feeds are permeated with

the propaganda of a sick society. At least I am following my own sense of

beauty, and listening to my own dreams. I'm not far off from the kind of

progress I would like to make; I just think I get going a bit more. I

am to break habits, close terminal and shut down the computer after each

session. I shouldn't be staring at a screen all day.

And again, I can't even imagine how dangerous the crack-cocaine of Emacs

would be for someone like me.

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I love to hear from people. My email is the handle minus "net" (so, a work

by Voltaire that starts with "c"), at sdf.org.

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Do what you want with it.