3rd
There & Back Again
This little device will be the death of me. Since I’ve bought it I’ve run roughshod through the terminal trying to get the fecking thing to work. To no avail, last night I found forum post with the largest amount of instructions and began plugging away at the command lines. Little did I realize I was not only commanding a 2 year-old distribution of Ubuntu, but it was for the wrong kind of device. Instead of configuring my stylus pad I was editing display code.
(long pause)
A word to myself: Don’t do that. Don’t fuck with code like that. Not that it’s dangerous, but when you don’t know what your doing there’s a harsh reality waiting on the other side. And in this case it was a blank GNU GRUB boot menu. Very distressing.
But now everything has been restored. Sort of. My stylus has yet to work, and it’ll probably cause me to do more dumb things. Note to self: Backup Data.
I’ve had my own tech challenge wearing out my poor old brain for a few days now. This seemingly simple device has given me a run for my money. These things, they can consume us until they are sorted out. I have to constantly remind myself of Robert Pirsig’s motorcyle zen advice (paraphrased):
- if it’s stuck, you’re also stuck
- walk away and forget it
- when you come back to it, it will have changed, because you will have
With the full moon last night, the stars alligned. The angels sang. What else could I watch but The Matrix.
