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The calmer and more well-ordered my desktop is, the more I can convince myself I'm on top of things.
The little bitch. She didn't have her files in another computer. She kept everything she knew inside her head.
Alice's chest. But in a moment
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I love Nautilus and stretching. The results are immediate, and that gives me the motivation to continue.
u know when u are in a garage filled with cars (girls) and then u click on the clicker and cara opens up
There is a secret drawer in every woman's heart.
I have a lot of objects in my space, little things, reminders, memories.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
giant hard drive in my head, so I'm forced to obsess over it all like
No whereto in the absence of space.
A well-organized stocking drawer is the first step toward a well-organized mind.
into my back pocket.
Very few people know this, but I love organizational products and tools. One of my favorite places to shop are container stores where you can get bins, boxes and crates to organize your life.
In bookstores, my stuff is usually filed in the out-of-the-way, additional interest sections.
Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Find a path or make one.
designated spot in my bag - or as Roberto calls it, my
Windows is the best place; it's the home for the very best Microsoft experiences.
Finders keepers. Asshole.
I'm always writing ideas down and then I stick em in my pocket and put em in that folder so I don't lose them. Like, somebody might say something, and I'll go, oh that's a good line, and that goes in the folder, too. It's kind of an ongoing process for me.
There's a door."
"Where does it go?"
"It stays where it is, I think.
I was trying to figure out what to do next, I'd been accumulating ideas for productivity tools - software people could use every day, particularly to help organize their lives.
For your file ... in case you decide to be angry with me.
the music player.
CompuServe, and it was not sophisticated, guys. It was the cave painting equivalent to Tumblr.
By some magic reversal, everything spectacularly useless filled the drawer intended for practical tools. What could you do with a single piece of jigsaw? But, on the other hand, did you dare throw it away?
I have a few cavities. I don't like to call them cavities, though - I like to call them 'places to put stuff'. 'Do you know where I can store a pea' 'Yes, I have some locations available.'
The mark was from the glue that once held a folder into which a library card would have fitted back in the day when dinosaurs roamed the earth and computers were the size of washing machines.
I keep the pornographic stuff in a bus station locker.
Philosophy is like a normal personal organizer, but it's smaller than a matchbox.
In between trash and treasure.
You will find my last words in the blue folder.
displays at the bottom of the screen. Tap the keys to enter your selection and use the appropriate buttons to continue on to the next action.
I pull out a zippered CD case, but unfortunately, it's slim pickens inside, and I say this not only because the choices are bad, which they are, but because there actually is a Slim Pickens CD inside.
Files are like contracts. No one really needs them until there's a problem!
the window. 'But that isn't possible.
I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else.
into my tightest place
I put it in my basement in a briefcase where I kept things I wanted no one to find. After a while I forgot the code and couldn't even get back into the briefcase if I wanted to.
That world! These days it's all been erased and they've rolled it up like a scroll and put it away somewhere. Yes, I can touch it with my fingers. But where is it?
in her pocket for
The desktop metaphor was invented because one, you were a stand-alone device, and two, you had to manage your own storage. That's a very big thing in a desktop world. And that may go away. You may not have to manage your own storage. You may not store much before too long.
I guess we all have that 'Dig Me' space, where we have some of our things displayed. Mine's a little bit more off the beaten path. You're not going to see it as soon as you walk into my house, but it does exist.
POCKET, n. The cradle of motive and the grave of conscience. In woman this organ is lacking; so she acts without motive, and her conscience, denied burial, remains ever alive, confessing the sins of others.
I need to backtrack. I need to reboot.
Do not save changes
hung on the rack, besides numerous other small portable articles of vertu that
Its where my demons hide.
Best productivity tool ever invented? Easy ... the word "no".
Oh, I've seen copies [of Linux Journal] around the terminal room at The
Labs.
Computing is kind of a mess. Your computer doesn't know where you are. It doesn't know what you're doing. It doesn't know what you know.
Over the years, my art box has gotten bigger and bigger.
The German sociologist Niklas Luhmann once observed that the simple act of asking yourself, "Where did I put my keys?" performs unexpected magic: it transforms the world into a catalog of possible key locations.1 Under the couch, somewhere the dog or the baby moved
Women's underwear section it's like Narnia's wardrobe for my erotic delights.
Good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.
the front door of our apartment,
I always made sure to put them back in the exact order in which I had found them, for fear of losing the privilege of browsing in my uncle's library.
the basement. Katz
There's a cord sticking out of the back. Might you tell me where it goes?
Down the Rabbit-Hole
Travis considered the larger one below it. A file drawer. Was it even worth bothering with? What could have been in it but paper? What could be in it now but an inch-deep layer of mold dust?
He opened it.
It contained an inch-deep layer of mold dust.
A library is thought in cold storage.
I sit at my desk, and I do not know where the words are hidden!
Searching I'm not looking in every nook and cranny for it. I'll do the nooks. No way I left my keys in some fucking cranny.
It is an archive ... You probably get rooms like this in even the most modern of offices, like a rusty anchor chained to the past and with no purpose in life.
We don't keep things locked in our hard drives; instead, we let services like Dropbox store them for us, just as a bank stores most of our money.
I like files. I like editing a CSS file without necessarily having to edit an HTML file. I like fixing a problem by replacing a corrupted file with a clean one. Maybe I'm set in my ways, but I don't consider it a hardship to open a folder or replace a file.
Place. This is how
Music is split up now into little pockets.
I am a laptop boy. People say: 'Where's your studio?' I say: 'It's in my laptop, in my rucksack.'
No returning smile from Ullman. He slipped Jack's application back into a file. The file went into a drawer. The desk top was now completely bare except for a blotter, a telephone, a Tensor lamp, and an in/out basket. Both sides of the in/out were empty, too.
Oh but it is Mr Bernstein, it is the ultimate game. And, once you take this folder you will have precisely 14 days in which to decide whether or not you would like to play.
Just when I nearly had the answer, I forgot the question.
I save everything. I have these carefully organized file boxes. Somewhere in there is a section of the 'New York Times' where I wrote 'The Border Guard' in the margin.
The windows of the
As I get ready to buy a new computer, I'm stunned at all the many micro drafts, of different chapters and scenes and whatnot, that litter the hard drive.
Note to self...must back up my files daily...
Iris GL (GL is short for "graphics library").
You can't have everything. Where would you put it?Put-- Steve Wright
Every life has a file, if you will.
When working on a project, if you put away a tool that you're certain you're finished with, you will need it instantly.
-the place where we store the true parts of our soul, away from the rest of the world.
waistcoat-pocket,
Floor: the world's biggest shelf.
The Internet has no such organization - files are made available at random locations. To search through this chaos, we need smart tools, programs that find resources for us.
Things put in the wrong place have found a new place.
Downstairs in my house, I have a museum room. I keep all of my awards down there, and childhood photos, and even all the clothes I've worn on tour, in videos and on album covers.
The experience of returning to the blank page and having nothing in the drawer was intensely painful. I just thought, I never want that to happen again.
My library was
all libraries are
a place of ultimate refuge, a wild and sacred space where meanings are manageable precisely because they aren't binding; and where illusion is comfortingly real.
Library. It's where we lock up all those books before they start giving kids ideas," I said solemnly. "Very dangerous place to be.
Clutter in its highest and most organized form is called collecting.
Safe. Right beside mine, right where it belongs. You're not lost, little bird, and you won't be.
The library is my cathedral.
The point in deciding specific places to keep things is to designate a spot for every thing.
The Path is not to be found anywhere except in human service
The power of the delete key.
I have a list of titles that I leave at the [library] desk, because they are bound to be written some day, and it's best to be ahead of the queue.
Why is it that when you lose something, it is always in the last place that you look for it? Because of course, once you remember, you always stop looking.
When fits of creativity run strong, more than one programmer or writer has been known to abandon the desktop for the more spacious floor.
I wish I could remember where I put things. I spend half my life looking for my keys. With the other half I look for my glasses.