Metaphors are great, but they can also be opressive sometimes. Example; I had multiple issues with my current desktop to the point that I realized I should just build a new one. Which already, right there, that’s privilege. If something of mine breaks, I replace it, no hemming and hawing about budget, it’s part of my ecosystem, I make it happen.
Anyway, my implicit whiteness aside (can it ever be fully put aside? I doubt it), I’ve been working on this project since February, sometime in March was when I finally got all the parts and it’s just been sitting, waiting for me to get the energy. Then my wife pokes me about it today, because I had moved it onto the dining room table… and I’m still sick, but I’m also like “yeah, fine, not many steps left” , which was over optimistic.
but I got some decent music going, and sure enough once everything was connected up right it worked, and I got windows installed on it too.
but now it’s the rest of my life I have to shift, I need to completely rewire my office…. and there’s still the data migration. I still have to spend the hours configuring the new system….
so a few steps forward that actually seem like they might stick. and I think I might know where everything in my head is kept… but it’s a lot of work, an awful amount of work, and I don’t know if I’m up for it…. but no one else will do it if I don’t.