Switching out of windows vista has been a true adventure; not only you need a tough heart to withstand all the frustration, moments of doubts and the horror of sudden blank screens; you also need immense patience to communicate, yes literally communicate, with the Machine. This includes frantically starting and restarting the computer manually; relentlessly pressing the magic "blue" ThinkVantage button and hoping that, by a miracle, it'll solve all my problems. Of course the answer is NO. Then burning and reburning linux OS CD's, suspecting that the infinitesimal chance of error has somehow chosen me as a victim. And lastly, gritting your teeth and holding tight onto something stable when the installation process finishes and you are asked to restart the machine. I thought going back to the fundamental would have been easy, God no, T61 is one tough creature to tame, and I still don't know where my mysterious 6 GB of memory went (The manufacturer advertised for 120 GB RAM, but only 114GB is available for partitioning, do the math).
On the good side, Linux has been fun. It gives me a sense of power when I log in as the super user. Little surprises comes everyday when you discover similarities with windows, even better, advantages over windows. I will not mention the down side for the sake of not depressing an already depressed self. It's like a new toy, without the 3D graphics and vulnerability towards virus. To quote my former co-worker, "It's Linux, who wants to create virus for that!"
Life is not kind, I've got school work, research work, and money-making work, plus tax work and job search work. And on the outer range, I need to perform dish-cleaning work, food-making work, cloth-washing work, grocery-shopping work, and networking-work. So when am I not working? NEVER! Even when sleeping I'm dreaming of work (see previous blog entries). Oh almost forgot, skidding down to the bottom of the list, man-hunting work. Haven't forgotten about marrying myself off; it is as stimulating as it is exhausting; hanging onto the slight chance of discovering the "perfect" man.
