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The level of the lie.

are they really villians? These bankers? These socialists? Are they really?

Web Search for 'Victims of Socialism', and see if there is a comprehensive list.

I didn't find such, but a lot of people echoing that same sentiment.

Of course, as in an 'cause', the rabid-blooded Socialists will (only the rabid blooded ones, the other ones will do something else) may target you for even asking the question . . .

Or they might (and I don't know any, for real, but hear rumors of it . . . ) decided to go on a semi-hysterical, pseudo-historical rant of and long winded litany of the evils of . . . . whatever they think you are. So if you are a Jew, you know the bit. Or if you are a Catholic you've heard their bit. Or if you are a business person, the flock that comes squawking for 'La Equalidad'. But we are.

Or 'La Libertad'. Ya, we got that, too.

The holy people know that the light shines in all directions however some people use shiny objects to use it as a form of intimidation. You aren't allowed to talk about [topic ZEE of interest] (topic of interest: some exact topic of interest) because they have conditioned generations of people to to ab-react when ever the subject gets broached.

Now let's deconstruct our own fallacies, and recognized why I always put in the caveat: who really don't even exist.

or

exist only as a literary creation of mind, and yet presented as if there are really a 'they' there.

or

exist only as a fallacy of mind imagined from observing the effects of random collective behaviors, efforts, or endeavors of real people, yes, but without any coordinated group-think plan to craft a nefarious scheme.

And so, when we hear anyone talking with seeming certainty in phrases such as 'the [some group]' or 'the [some national identity]', using the bracketed idiom to show a class of statements that exists conceptually, and can be seen in the wild, but the objection to using such a quality of clause, (phrase or idea) is that just the use of the grouping of people to be put into a single word (now people are being put into words).

"you, get in-dare. You. You. You are all now 'the [some aggregate noun of imagined social, political, ethnic, national, transnational, trans[what-evv-ahh], or familial of some clan, class, social category, gender, age group, demographic of targeted group].' all of you, into the word.

I have a new word. It's all about you. I've made it into a prison. You are the [cute short gutteral derisive of very few syllables.]

It's not the [some bad word], its the some bad word user.

So, there it is, succinct. It's the name callers. And name calling, in general, that's the real cause of all of the putricity of this generation. Some of this generation. They go on with their constant litany of derisive categories for others, we all assume they must delude, to be their lessers. Aggregate of idea, they lump them up. They name-call. And we, we all, listening, sometimes we close our ears. We go and dance over here (somewhere away from them.). We shun them

We never say that we shun them. If they come up to us we aren't rude to them. We give them water if they really need it, careful not to share their germs . . .

"Germs. I hate them. I hate them I hate them I hate them."

A giant germ comes to him in his dream, attacking him as if it's a mob creature from a video game mod. "We do a lot of different things. We make a lot of different things happen, none of which is really done with full disclosure."

"you've been calling us names, asking people to use too much disinfectant. Don't you know that in some ages the product that gets produced is edible by other creatures? Yogurt, cheese. Most bacteria are benign."

Name calling. It's feeding the pile of unknown festering gew, that gets stuck onto things, sometimes put there. Name calling. It's like putting gum on someone else's nose and then saying 'look at him, hate him, he has gum on his nose.'

Who is it, really, that may more likely get the look of hate; if a look like that does exist, or is that more name calling, tale-telling, making things up. Making things up that are not even true because you feel some kind of hollow ringing is making too big a sound and causing you harm in your every day, walking around, wondering why life can be so . . . fallow and empty, the fields to play in filled with refuge from somebody else's day, in the long ago. And what to do but break up the shattered things even more? Looking for answers when no questions have been asked? Needing a single word explanation for why you, as awesome as you are, and coming from such a great and heroic past, why are you walking around in this limbo, fallow fields of weedy toxic noxious left over wasters of the past having polluted this whole place . . . and turned it into a no man's land. Who knows what else?

But isn't that a lot of the known world anyway? We try and not linger where the landscape's gone fallow.

It's easy to ignore the obvious nature of climate change. I remember back in 1982, there was a mountain (I need to look up the year) and it blew to smithereens. And a lot of people were like 'the gobbermint is trying to get us off our claim. We've been squatting out here in this forest and we ain't leaving because we think it's ll just a lot of scary stories, and that we really don't have to worry about a little bit of manna from heaven ash coming out of a part of the landscape that's given over to getting hot and bothered anyway. We don't believe in geology, and we don't trust govb-mint 'so-called' scientists. And we certainly don't believe anything that the forest service guys says, or any of dat.'

See, I'm making up a character. Someone who was too stupid to leave when Mt. Saint Helens was churning and ready to blow. No such real person probably exists. And many of the victims may not have understood that the mountain, way over there, was going to blow in a lateral direction. It' wasn't going sky high. It was going to burst out the side, like a steam jet from a freight locomotive, turbine powered by a diesel steam combination and capable of great harm if out gassed wrongly. Like words that we use to label broad swaths of populations: they are like that kind of steam in some sense.

But still just words. So it's not the words. And it isn't steam, in general, that's the problem. It's the directed out-gassing of it, a pointless and senseless event with out purpose to be done around people. So if you need your cute new words to describe those who you blame for the evils of life that just are, and no one can say they aren't, and we aren't sure if it's caused by anyone, it's like a bad flue, where did it come from? What causes it? Why are people sick? And when they are sick with delusions, they use those words, those terse put-down words, to describe the people who they blame for the evils of the world, which might just be in their imagination. And that's sad because the only thing wrong is that they are out-gassing hateful vindictive derisions concerning delusions of demographics, and they seem ready to start a war about it.

Other people can pretend that isn't happening. They can go against the ranting idiot, without going against the narrative that they use in the sense of crafting their hateful screes of blame against others.

OK, so we see it lately. We see some who go on about the 'some ethnicity' or 'some nation'. We see them with their 'It's the [some nation]' who caused the bad things to happen. It can be anything. The Temple Mount, the American Presidential election, the fate of Socialist nations, anything: there always seems to be a giant chorus of people who go on about said topic. And paint all of History as if it hinges on that small part.

And here is the sick part of it in terms of the government: the socialists, who call themselves Democrats, they demanded over the years that the government tax to excess to fund what those socialists thought were the worthy causes. Meanwhile with a limited process for auditing. And the real flow of capital and into whose hands.

Collectivization, doing away with the efforts of private people, the 'charity' serves as a landing pad for any of that moiety to go and run it, use it, be the 'leader' and fund their own lives from the coffers of what is deemed a 'charity'. Because they know what is right and good? Outside of taxes.

And then they bully for the cause, shill and shame for donations. They might be yumming it up to the pill-fueled party town, cha cha cha. I'm making her up. She's got a giant appetite. She's ready to mingle. Get her back to her flight so she can make the early roll-call at the state house. But, really, her heart is back in Boca. Cha cha cha. She's a fantasy girl and she's got the keys to five agencies. She sets the very many budgets and they all bring her favors. She's a fantasy girl.

So meanwhile real people, who need, really do need. And no one is going to not help them. That is why there are service industries actually dedicated to real service, outside of the conga line. And outside of the 'save the world, win parTy-favors' mentality of cha-cha-cha phat-girl power freak dimbulb-matrix.

Yes, such a person doesn't really exist but we almost wish she did to explain the ridiculous way that, after having solved the vexing problems of poverty and low wages, and the whole culture of welfare, with all of it's satellite private businesses that feed off of the welfare crowd, we aren't just helping the truly needy, we always knew that. But now we prop up a whole free-lunch mentality for all of the office holders in all of those for-profit for them with their paycheck 'charity' that 'helps' the 'poor'. And they weren't making enough off of it, and it is now considered an entitlement, and each participant means money in the bank for these people, represents a profit, so the more on the roles the merrier. And thus do they open the flood gates, and bring anyone from anywhere. Flood the roles with names. Let's register them all to vote. If anyone says not to it, we will bully them and name-call them. And we'll think of cute reasons to hate those who we blame and be bold about saying it and promoting our own fallacies as real thought, and actual helpful ideas, fist bumping, or thumping?

And it's all made up. There aren't any people really like that? Are there? No one would ever profiteer off of the welfare system, would they? No one would flood the roles so as to collect more profit from all of the associated vouchers?

The fact of the failure of socialism world wide is evidenced by the huge numbers of 'refugees'. The real questions that should be asked are to look for those who decided that the events that lead to the refugee problem would need to go-down in the manner as such.

The question: why are there so many refugees? Why so much turmoil in the world? Could this have been prevented?

And we get an answer: nations don't do what benefits their populations but do what the thralls, owned by . . . . and we don't have a proper nominative . . . owned by fallacy? . . . the nations do what the nation-holders want them to do. In our case we have what I call the 'brain-dead-tocracy' who, suffering from what I term 'Institutional Dementia' decided that an all out war against various factions would suffice it for the next generations. So they went after those who they felt were 'threats': Kahdaffi, Assad, and others.

If this were a science fiction novel this is the part where the author disclouses as follows:

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They were totally under the sway of leftist oriented global governance mongering jelly-feeding submissives of the pill-pot scrum, some of whom may have already gotten the implaints . . .

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So the real truth? About world socialism? No, about the banksters? no? About the banker bankers? No?

The real truth is the profiteering. The real truth is the power mongering. If it were banking or socialism, both of which are necessary in parts, the real truth: the people must be fed. The socialists say: we must be the ones, and the only ones, who feed the world. Anyone else is counter revolutionary.

And so, getting back to the point of today's scree: the Democrats because they don't like the president, hold the whole process hostage. And after demanding that only the government can help the poor, and only their programs be installed, and only they be the ones who profit: they hold the whole process hostage like petulant children, and they've gotten away with doing that for a few generations, by now.

In 1975 when the democrats had a secret coup, they got away with installing socialist policies, and running schools and governance like an arm of the Stazziu. They may have been taking their orders from them.

What makes sense? Or is it jut delusional conjecture?

the Stazzi installed their system here. They installed Merkel in Germany, and they are puppets/puppeteers of what they delude to be international socialism, a failed ideology but still existant in zombie form. SI. And that is why things in the world these last 20 or so years all went to shit. And these puppets/puppetmasters are total failures.

Is this true? I have no way of knowing, for real.

and you not going to have that fight. If SI were real, and actually as bad as events seem to indicated, if you met an actual person who deluded to be on that side would you ever explain to them that you know all their shit, and you see how they've tricked the world, and that most of the violence and hunger, of the world, can always be traced back to them meddling in things that already work? And trying to collectivize things that will fall to ruin when collectivized?

And if they were real they'd have a counter narrative about the bankers and the capitalists. And they'd say that all fo the evil stuff that you say about them, which are lies, lies, damn lies, they wills ay that it's the bankers or the banksters, or the capitalists.

You might then cutely ask 'your relatives? is that how you know so much about them?'

But why? Why engage peopel so deluded. If you think about it you've know perfectly nice bankers in your life. And you've know perfectly nice socialists, or socially forward and community oriented pepole. And then the aggrigators for cause, they come stompting thruogh. Whatever delusions they envision in you, they weave a web of lies to draw you in to their sphere of control. If they are of the kind who delude to be the rulership class, if they feel overly important and omnipotent, as if it is they, they who rule, and you, you are the neophyte without a clue: you must bow to them and service them or . . .

who would deal in such a transaction? Why would yu give authorty to someone who is a creep and abuses their power? There will always be bankers, because the robbers will still be out there lurking, and there will always be socially conscious people trying to shame others into doing the right thing. Its the ones who farm that kind to do wht is desired by the moiety of unknown causes, to be a cog in an unknown machine, churning through the sod of other people's lives wtihout regard for the needs of the individual. It's the ones who try to horde it all for themselves, and no one else gets a piece or has a say. You might label such 'supremicists'.

So I've found a cute word to tag them with. Let's hope that people don't start making that word a prison, or a gulag, and concentrating all of their enemies into it. Magical thinking? Is it magical thinking that makes people become power mad and delude to their supremacy?

And to answer the question: are they villains? Not from just being a socialist. Not from just being a banker. It's the one who looks for villians, who is supreme in the delusion of this vision, and then performs mitigation against their opponents: that is the one who might be the one who . . . needs to be given another look. If they can't see a person and just see a fallacious archtype in some other, and they want to fight . . . that is the one who needs mitigating.

Oh, no, you've stepped in it now, using the term 'mitigating' to suggest that a truculent political bully needs to be dealt with in some reasonable way that makes them comprehend that their name-calling and story telling is causing problems.

But I can make a general rule, and I don't require that you follow it: if you are causing problems and being forward and truculent against people for whom you hold destain or feel loathing, then you are the one who needs to stop. You put your self there with them, in a fowl mood, and you accost them with your own delusions: you need to stop. You need to put yourself somewhere else.

We give in to the understanding that some people are like that, will not back down. We give into this by having police and security who can bounce someone into a cell or out the door. And so, my suggestion, and it's rather easy, take yourself out of the conflict that is just unnecesary chest thumping.

Now if your job is provokator or revolutionary and you have an obligation to act? Get another job? But you have no choice, the battle is on going? I walked over here. I started talking about these things. I have no explanations about why some people do what they do.

In conclusion: look at the person and judge them as a person, meaning, WTF do you know about them, really? Unless you are on a real jury, or a real prosecutor, you have no right ot confront strangers about their political ideology and get violent with them, or disrespect them and their families. Be they banker or socialist or both or neither, neither do you know anyway, or even about your self, your own selfishness, your own wicked self-dealing and nepotism. Slay that dragon. Lead by example. Stop labeling others. It might be all a rouse they do just to enlighten you. How could you ever know if this is real or if this is bardo, who you should love? Everyone. Who you should hate: no one. What you should hate? Their sins, your own sins worse. Stop judging to condemn. Discerment doesn't have to include hell for your foes and those of whom you disapprove. The heaven that you make for them is the heaven you might end up with your self. Don't cast them to a hell of your own creation. If you make a hell for anyone you've built it just for yourself. Stop trying to understand eternity, what will be some time in the far future, when we are really all back together, as if that ever will or has happened? If it does, you know it does. And you know, then, not to hate anyone. Or to say 'I hate your sin', when you have so much of it yourself as shown by your quick focus on what you see as being wrong with others.

The other side of it

The other side of it: when people decide to no longer put up with wickedness.

How are they eer really sure? About that?

It's complicated. You don't have to live within the rules of someone else's disfunction. You really can make new rules that are better for you. Don't expect anyone to follow them. So it has to be done in a way that they must agree to your terms. Or you don't deal with them. So does that leave you in a limbo of lonliness and without friends?

Yes, we must weigh the difference between being ecumenical and being a patsy. And err on the side of being ecumenical. But if you think you can swim in the same pool as somoene who likes to urinate their often? Should you frequent the coke bar? Should you go where the junkies go? Hang out in a place where people shoot up? Are you 'judging' them if you choose to not hang out there? Should you throw away all of the title that you own from an old favorite author who, now that you found out some more things about him you kind of disrespect? Burn them in your fire place? Sell them on ebay? Give them a thrift store? Sell them to a stoner? What do you do with them? You don't want them. You won't read them. They aren't for you. He was your favorite author. Now you think, oh, well, whatever. Never mind. Give it away is my guess. Or put them in a box and leave them in an attic some where. The publishers still have title to it all. It's not like your throwing away the last copy of that book? Like if you were thinking 'oh, the legacy of it', why is it your responsiblity to keep up a tainted legacy of a discredited sot of a dead writer who, once, so loved, now seen so differently, in your eyes, these many years later. The portroit of the man as a young street hustler has fallen from the wall and lays skewed, on the floor, an example of how idolatry always fails. Fame is manufactured. People do things when they are young just to survive. Yes, some of them were very immoral and very much users and takers, the giving, it never happend. It was all just a deal gone later over, bring me, take me, have me, let me be your idol. Just tonight. Now don't bother me anymmore. I must move away. I see this place as haunted, this town, this whole coastline, those high mountains, why do I need to travel there? What will I find? Who will I meet? Just fools on the road to nowhere?

So a mad season of feeling anger towards your dead idols? You can symbolically do whatever you want to their artifacts. Nothing good or ill will come. Maybe if it's valuble people will question your sanity in tossing away the artifacts of a passing age. They will question as to how this beautiful, signed, first edition of such a famous and well respected artisan of the literary craft had ened up in a markdown bin at a Savers in P{awtuckaway New Jersey? All of these first edition . whoever he was, and these orginal hand signed prints, all still in plastic, and a beavvy of collectible material. Groupy stuff from the 1960's. Old copies of famous underground newspapers, coveted by a certain kind of literary creature, who loves the dust.

Like deleteing 12 years of a blog. Why not? No one reads it. Who cares? It's stale, by now. No one cares. Delete and repeat delete.

That is what you can do to your own stuff, your own collection of schlock from the past, or what you deem to offend you. When you dictate that to others, confisating and burning their collections, you've crossed a very sad line and become a social asshole who, quite honestly, has lost his way (her way? whose way? in the weigh?). So, I'm all for social awareness and sheding the old skin. But making a big display and saying "see how holy I am. I shed that past and now and free and clean.": even that is a distateful display of fetish behavior.

Most people? They'll donate the books that no longer interest them, and not make a display of the behavior of shedding the fallacies of their past. Heroes? It's whoever works out for you at the time, what you percieve to be the righteous way, that works for you. You get more information? People become less important? the famous who you once admired you now see as pitous, for whatever reason. Have you become jaded? Have you lost your way? Why can't you keep it up, this fan-boy behavior, into your fifties and sixities? why can't you stil have those idols? As long as it is not idolatry, what does any of it matter. If you understand what it is, and why you ahve whatever it is that you collect, than so it is. But when it's time to shed, don't wait. Don't ask the question 'why don't I still care about old author whoever?' why do I not want his books clutering my shelf? What should I do with them?

Put them in a box. Sell them on line. Donate them to a store. Whatever. Just don't put any more thought or condemnation upon it, and move on with your life. Simple?

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Winter seems to have passed

A lot can happen in a year. I used to update these pages all the time. Maybe I could start doing that again?

Today was the day of setting the clocks forward.


March 10, 2024
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Winter 2024



I would go back to work if I had an offer.

No one who contacts me about work seems to provide any serious prospects, like they are just hazing me..



Avoiding discord

The realization that much of what you find on line is just bots messing with people and trying to train them to be ineffective at debate by making them revert to insults, putdowns, and sub-human behavior makes social media seem to be a wasteland. It is best to not participate in that.

All the rain could have been snow!
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Political and Media Inanity
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in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

well most news was about the raid a few weeks ago, I read up on what I could find.

I read up on it but I didn't try to spend too much time dwelling on it.

I wrote some things. But I can only observe these things. I wish not to be seen as being one who understands what it going on in the world these days. I try to learn what happens and try less to 'splain about the peeps involved. That whole 'It's them!' finger pointing is bogus and discordant to an eccumenical and open hearth world view.

And those who seek to live within a meta where they rule the world as a cartoon avatar persona . . . and do their pyramid scheme money-thang and their virtuality as if it's real . . . They do as they will and I have no say over their futures. So why do they pretend to have a say over mine?

The answer is: that if they live within a meta, then their rules are for them there. Outside of that, in the real world, those of us who aren't crazy with self-entitled ideation, and wealth beyond measure that enables us to put the equipment on, and all of it's tethering and attachments and live within that matrix world . . . all of us who do not wish to join them in what seems to be a depraved cult of wish fulfillment cooupled with a magical point of view about the fate of peoples and persons . . . all of us who have not gone crazy like that . . . you can't really expect us to let you carry on and try to rule us from within your cage of technology?

video gaming morphed into 'meta world creation' because the games were too depraved that had the cool world layouts that people like. The puzzles one loves to solve, and the cool graphics that one wants to see were those times interspersed with simulated acting out of depraved behaviors, like having to kill all the other characters in the scene before one moves on to the next level.

So at some point you trained yourself to not do it, to click through the depravity as if it's not there, and maybe miss a creepy backstory. I gave up playing those kinds of games, and I still ike to watch old replays, but I fast forward through the gun fight parts, the ghouls who hound Lara Croft in the end levels of, say Tomb Raider aniversary are tiresome and almost designed to make the players hate this kind of depravity in a game, as if the writers are telling their funders ;Really, a kill anything that seems alive simulation? Like clones could never be born without a need to kill everything else in the proximity from where it emerged? Well, we all know what happend to the Lora Croft franchise, and most video games.

But the graphics can be compelling and fun, so people still get some enjoyment out of it.

And those who think that they can rule from within a meta? they have the persona of the villianous ancient ghoul who haunts Laura through out here travels. Watch a walk through of tomb Raider Aniversary. Feel free to fast forward through the psychopathic parts. But do listen to the banter and the dialog. Spoiler alert: Laura has a lot of soul searching to do.

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sometimes you just need to remove kruft.

Politics never ends but sometimes it's better to remain mute. Mostly when there is nothing needing or wanting to be said.


but that is no one, that has
not hapened to anyone
you made it up.

thankfully true.

We move along. We keep doing for ourselves. We survive. We don't let the world define who and what we are, or how we feel, or what any of this really means.

And if they have bad humor, and will not forgive they will hate you then.


but at least in that
story they leave you 
alone after all of that


They dont' always leave you alone. It seems they still sometimes want to connect to try to draw that cray cray narrative out one more time. And you have to explain that, no, sorry, this is a bit. You caught me while I was writing a character, that's not me. I am using tht as a dialog in a paly that I'm having my character write inside of his narrative, he's writing his own play about a guy writing a play.

It's like he feeds on it, I get bothered that he lets me go on with it.




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August Tomatoes

In the back yard!

It's August. People are harvasting their tomatoes. Other people don't have any tomatoes. The chipmunks will eat every single one while it's still very tiny. You need a fortified and fenced in garden.

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Praise the Lord for insight given!



Fix your self and the world gets fixed around you


as an example . . . I have tried to do some introspective things as I come into awareness of my own flaws, and recognize the way I act and correct my self and make a better narrative for myself and for others.




you raise me up
from far away
when a memory
of you
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Somethings never change
nothing need stay the same
ah, but on a website
the constant change
 is kind-of the point . . . 

change without continuity and tradition is often very hard to manage for those thrust into it. And thus the frame of things gives a place for the change to happen. If you violate that idea then you are coming up with something completely different and maybe no one will want to see your new idea, or use your great, new venue, because it's too far out, and very far away from what they currently care about. It's a nether or a meta and it's merely for a lark? Or does it become the next big thing? As fun as graphics are (CGI) and animation, and making a world to fly around in (like minetest, which is easy when you learn how) ultimately such a meta is a hollow place. It's a distraction during the season of gaming. It allows one to brush up on geometry and math, and architectural design, it gives people training in computer languages, it allows someone to make some graphical ideas, and pass a few hours of time every few days or so . . .

To live within such a realm really isn't possible.

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Fedora Core 38 beta

Ya, I decided to load Fedora Core 38 Beta about a month ago, and this machine kept shutting down . . . I think I finally fixed it. Tomorrow is the big release day for the Fedora Core 38. My production workstation is still running FC37. I don't know if I'll jump right on it right away. . .

my server is still resetting, or maybe I have it fixed. I decided to just remove plasma-desktop, as I don't use it. The journals were giving all kinds of errors with that, and I think that might have been the issue, conflicting with the gdm that I do use. Worst case I'd just go to runlevel 3 but, as I said in another column, I don't really even know if anyone views these pages anyway.

My production box would upgrade but the dnf says it would downgrade grum and associated tools, and that's never a good thing to do. I'm just not going to do it! anyway I'll check tomorrow when the offical release is and probably do it then. If I'm in the mood.

So now I've run every version of Fedora serving this website! that's a long time.


April 17, 2023 8:28 PM EST


here is from a year ago:

Fedora Core 36 beta

It took some time to figure out how to defeat the new screensaver built in, but I was able to. It's the biggest downside to the new Gnome.

I set the keybindings to something I don't use, and then put in a custom keybinding to use the old tool.

There are other minor things that annoy too, like the restoration of a deleted file that I always have to delete again on every FC core upgrade. The file is name camera-shutte.oga. It's in /usr/share/sounds/freedesktop/stereo

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At the precipice of coding.

a mountain trail often has a place with a great view and a perilous fall if you wonder just a bit too far to one side of the trail. It's called a precipice. It's not a scary place. It's a safe place that one passes through.


OK, so I've done an update to FC34.

the biggest issue was . . . . drum roll . . .a lock up of gnome.

and if i clicked on the activities button I would need to reload (log out log back in).

I was able to run stuff without that, and thus determined a list of files that might need to be removed. I did as full reinstall of gnome as such:

dnf reinstall gnome

then I did a

dnf list installed |grep fc33

which gave me a list of files to consider uninstalling.

from that I got the following:

first odd issue:

sudo was not at first working! I had to install it! I kept the configuration file so I have my preferences still set up.

dnf install sudo                                                                                                                                                                          dnf reinstall gnome-*                                                                                                                                                                       dnf reinstall kde*                                                                                                                                                                          dnf reinstall NetworkManager*                                                                                                                                                               dnf remove gnome-screensaver                                                                                                                                                               dnf remove gnome-shell-extension-desktop-icons-20.04.0-2.fc33.noarch                                                                                                                       dnf remove xorg-x11-xkb-extras-7.7-33.fc33.x86_64                                                                                                                                          dnf remove compat-openssl10-1:1.0.2o-11.fc33.x86_64                                                                                                                                        dnf remove mozjs60-60.9.0-7.fc33.x86_64                             

there are still some fc33 packages, (I also looked for fc32 packages, anything older that was gnome)

sudo dnf list installed |grep fc33
biber.noarch                                         2.14-4.fc33                            @fedora               
gamin.x86_64                                         0.1.10-37.fc33                         @fedora               
libgta.x86_64                                        1.0.9-5.fc33                           @fedora 

if removing a package also removed large numbers of other packages, I left it. For each of the few that I did remove, I always would make sure by reading what would happen before agreeing to the transaction.

now the gnome-shell is working and it doesn't lock up. So which of the packages that I removed made the difference? I am not sure.

and so after just a few short hours of install, I've got my system working in away that seems normal.

the new gnome shell moves the icons to the bottom of the screen.

I find gnome-shell to be annoyingly poppy at times. I tend to do things rapidly, and all the popping can be nauseating.

It is helpful to learn how to use dnf. I've found that the reverse history stuff works as long as you haven't made too many changes. It's a dicey, though, to try and go back to an older revision but I did it ONCE. Next time it didn't work out so well. AT that point it was installing dnf and yum from rpms.

and I had success. It's the kind of thing that when you know how to do it . . .

but there was one other trick that I needed and it was a scary way to reset a password and I did discover how to do it. I'm not sharing that one (barely remember) it's like these things exist in a nether, and it's best to . . . let the knowledge fade unless you need it. It's too scary to dwell in that space.

anyway, gnome shell is working. It's not flighty and hanging up. And all it took was to remove the old packages of gnome that might conflict with it. And now I can continue with my review.


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