Sunday Morning 2025-08-03
Woke up with the taste of a cigar in my mouth. J and I got a stogie after watching a movie. It was fun. A little bit of sin to share with my sweetie. We may make this a regular thing.
Thinking about the writing computer. I’m using an old Thinkpad X1 Carbon as my Fuck Around and Just Write computer. Running Ubuntu, running Gnome. You can get insufferable pretty quickly talking about your set up for Linux. I don’t want to be that girl. But I think I do have it set up the way that I want it right now.
It’s a poky little machine, with only 8gb of RAM. So there isn’t a lot I can do with it. Watching video is out. Reading a lot of text is out. It basically runs Obsidian (my writing environment), the file system, Perplexity AI (getting answers to questions without opening a browser and sinking deep into that world), some cloud folders (the apple one so I can access my files from the other computer, dropbox for blog workflows), and Signal to communicate with people when I want to share stuff. Libreoffice for formatting poems. And that’s about all. I have it set with 4 workspaces: Writing, answers, files, and communication. Keyboard shortcuts for all of these things.
I haven’t loved a computer more than this one in a while. At some point, I may upgrade to one with 16GB to extend the useful life, but overall, as a fucking around with words and sharing, this is a great machine.