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Odds, Ends, and In Between

Just wanted to drop a couple of thoughts on the blog as I come up for air in between writing papers and studying for finals.
* I have officially entered the realm of fountain pens, and I’m excited. I will say much more later, but for now let me just say that I never thought I could get so excited about ink.
* It’s ‘used to’ not ‘use to’
* My wife is amazing
* emacs is amazing and I can’t wait to learn more about how to use it this summer
* Why can’t I get the thought in my head onto a stupid piece of paper?
* On a similar note, I want to be a writer (ironic huh?)
* Almost done… just a few days left.

6 comments on “Odds, Ends, and In Between”

Fountain Pens rock…

What about “usetacould”?

Kim’s pretty cool

emacs sucks… not really, but it seems to have a pretty steep learning curve… I’m a big fan of the mouse 😉

The Tower of Babel

Hey, so do I!

Hey, same here!

hey thanks for the input sir, even if you are wrong about emacs. (not about the steep lerning curve, but about it sucking…. becuase it doesn’t)

If you like emacs, you should give nano and vim a try. Nano is easier to use with less features. Vim is harder to use with more features. If you thought emacs had a steep learning curve, you really should try to save something in VIM without looking up how :-).

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