commit e630e3f709663d2e52fcd3e1f8309f07fbd62013
parent 64f0cf53520ecd7600152e9c69738f6874161fe4
Author: Shimmy Xu <shimmy.xu@shimmy1996.com>
Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2020 15:09:03 -0600
Post retouch
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2 files changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-)
diff --git a/content/posts/2020-01-06-staring-at-yesterday-in-one-eye.en.md b/content/posts/2020-01-06-staring-at-yesterday-in-one-eye.en.md
@@ -21,6 +21,6 @@ For the regular visitors of my blog out there (if there are any), you might noti
One week into the New Year and I have already switched color scheme of the website five times, with another dozen sitting in my folder (totally not because of how unsightly these RGB color codes are). Much like how I'm a bit burned-out from trying to [get fonts right for everything](/en/posts/2019-12-01-fun-with-fonts-on-the-web/), I have decided to remove all custom color choices from the website: no more syntax highlighting, fancy buttons, nor dark modes.
-Tags and categories are gone, too. As long as there are little knobs that I can toy around with, I always find myself distracted and spending way too much time worrying about the most insignificant choice of words, colors, or spacing (as you can tell by how much of I blog about the blog). The only cure I found is to simply remove the opportunities of making those choices altogether, and stick with the default.
+Tags and categories are gone, too. As long as there are little knobs that I can toy around with, I always find myself distracted and spending way too much time worrying about the most insignificant choice of words, colors, or spacing (as you can tell by how much of I blog about the blog and this is the true reason I replaced Isso). The only cure I found is to simply remove the opportunities of making those choices altogether, and stick with the default.
Completely contrast to how the saying normally goes, I hardly ever find myself missing the things I cut away. More often than not, I sympathize with the elephant that finally broke free from the rope, rather than the remorse after losing something cherished. I do occasionally ask myself whether maintaining all those babbling by my past self is just another such rope holding me back that I just haven't realized yet. Well, my response is: a cowboy could always use a lasso on the road.
diff --git a/org/2020.org b/org/2020.org
@@ -121,6 +121,6 @@ For the regular visitors of my blog out there (if there are any), you might noti
*** The Other Old Friend
One week into the New Year and I have already switched color scheme of the website five times, with another dozen sitting in my folder (totally not because of how unsightly these RGB color codes are). Much like how I'm a bit burned-out from trying to [[/en/posts/2019-12-01-fun-with-fonts-on-the-web/][get fonts right for everything]], I have decided to remove all custom color choices from the website: no more syntax highlighting, fancy buttons, nor dark modes.
-Tags and categories are gone, too. As long as there are little knobs that I can toy around with, I always find myself distracted and spending way too much time worrying about the most insignificant choice of words, colors, or spacing (as you can tell by how much of I blog about the blog). The only cure I found is to simply remove the opportunities of making those choices altogether, and stick with the default.
+Tags and categories are gone, too. As long as there are little knobs that I can toy around with, I always find myself distracted and spending way too much time worrying about the most insignificant choice of words, colors, or spacing (as you can tell by how much of I blog about the blog and this is the true reason I replaced Isso). The only cure I found is to simply remove the opportunities of making those choices altogether, and stick with the default.
Completely contrast to how the saying normally goes, I hardly ever find myself missing the things I cut away. More often than not, I sympathize with the elephant that finally broke free from the rope, rather than the remorse after losing something cherished. I do occasionally ask myself whether maintaining all those babbling by my past self is just another such rope holding me back that I just haven't realized yet. Well, my response is: a cowboy could always use a lasso on the road.