
My blog seems to be abandoned for a while. This quarter had so many things going on and it is finally coming to an end.
My IBM X31 retired with honors at the end of last year. It has served for more than five years and I actually have a special bonding with it. Laughs and tears. All with it for the past years. I bought it when I was a senior in college. Now I am a "senior" in the PhD program. Still can't believe how this happened. It's just, surreal.
After it officially died, I still missed its touch. It’s ironic that when I bought it I planned to use it until my dissertation was done; after these years I used it mainly for entertainment purpose, now it stopped to work when I started to focus on my research. I am not a fan at all of the up-to-date mainstream computers with glossy widescreen and Vista. I didn't feel like spending more than 500 bucks to buy those fancy features which I didn't really care. Also I heard from time to time that the life expectancy of laptops nowadays is much shorter than ever before. A friend recommended a refurbished IBM Thinkpad T43 to me. Being unusually decisive, I bought it without a second thought. Every good old thing came back. The keyboard is still the best I've ever had. The touch is exceptional. In order to maintain the research focus of this machine, I didn't install any entertainment related softwares. It is actually good. Without those features, the fun I can have on this laptop is cut half, hopefully.
Thinking back to the time I first got this old little black machine, my first laptop ever, I was quite an ambitious person. I bought it at the Autumn of my senior year using the very first paychecks in my life, the money I earned from a summer job and a research funding I got from National Science Council's undergrad project. I was so passionate at that time and even naively thought I could manage everything on this machine so that my life could be so organized and planned out. Graduate school applications, research data, handouts of several math/statistics I was taking ... Out of nowhere, I was really proud of my organization skill and thought everything was so easy and promising. It did work out very well for a while. Not for long though. After all these years' "torture" in the graduate school, little black was gradually worn out since then and so was the passion. With the arrival of the new black baby, I truly hope that I can pick up the spirits I lost*.
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* The notion here was also inspired by the slogan on the poster of Slumdog Millionaire, "What does It Take to Find a Lost Love?", I saw the other day. Haven't watched this movie but will definitely do so. Not sure about what the story is about but seems like its style will fit my nostalgic obsession quite well.