Moments of atavism
Sep. 29th, 2009 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Last week, I wore my kilt out and about. At one point, I was in a men's room and reached for the zipper-- which a kilt doesn't have. It was the first time I'd explicitly forgotten I was wearing a kilt. It was a common article of men's clothing covering the waist, of course it has a zipper.
Today was even weirder. Seeking to save wear'n'tear on my laptop keyboard, I snagged a spare Apple keyboard from a pile of unloved hardware that collected in one corner of the incubator's office space. I wonder if that happens a lot at incubators: folks bringing their home hardware in and abandoning it.
I plugged it in and started typing, and couldn't type anything. It was so weird. I tried typing "cd" and got "je." I tried "ls" and got "no". Concerned, I watched my fingers, and they were going to the right buttons. And then it hit me: they were going to the right buttons. But I'm a Dvorak typist. Somehow, typing on this old keyboard made my QWERTY habits come back hard.
A few seconds of practice and I found the Dvorak module in my brain, but that was just weird. Of course I can type QWERTY; you have to in this world, where too many keyboards don't come with a remap option, like on a Palm. I just don't all that often. Very weird.
Today was even weirder. Seeking to save wear'n'tear on my laptop keyboard, I snagged a spare Apple keyboard from a pile of unloved hardware that collected in one corner of the incubator's office space. I wonder if that happens a lot at incubators: folks bringing their home hardware in and abandoning it.
I plugged it in and started typing, and couldn't type anything. It was so weird. I tried typing "cd" and got "je." I tried "ls" and got "no". Concerned, I watched my fingers, and they were going to the right buttons. And then it hit me: they were going to the right buttons. But I'm a Dvorak typist. Somehow, typing on this old keyboard made my QWERTY habits come back hard.
A few seconds of practice and I found the Dvorak module in my brain, but that was just weird. Of course I can type QWERTY; you have to in this world, where too many keyboards don't come with a remap option, like on a Palm. I just don't all that often. Very weird.
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Date: 2009-09-29 06:26 pm (UTC)I do have trouble going back to QWERTY now.
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Date: 2009-09-29 07:37 pm (UTC)I have an old IBM 101 Enhanced keyboard that I physically rearranged to Dvorak Left, though I'm right handed. I never got around to learning it and ended typing on it in QWERTY. Entering random-letter passwords sometimes took a few tries.
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Date: 2009-09-30 06:23 am (UTC)I think my speed is about the same on Dvorak as QWERTY once was but I'm a very fast typist.
What I have noticed is that my hands are far less tired at the end of the day than they used to be. It took some dedication to switch but after about a month, I was comfortable.
I don't think it's as easy to write code with, though. But I write more words than code so I won't switch back.
It also has the side-benefit of making it very difficult for anyone to "borrow" your laptop. :)
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Date: 2009-10-01 01:52 am (UTC)I did a semester in Germany when I was in college (20 years ago now, in fact). One day, after being there about 3 months, I woke up, looked around my room and announced to the empty space, "I don't wanna speak a word of German today." My brain just Would Not Let me access any German. I had to fight to get sentences out. I was back to my old fluent self by morning.
On the flip-side: The next semester at my college started almost immediately after the German university's semester finished. So I had no time to transition back. When I look at my notes from that semester, they start out over half in German, half in English. As the semester progressed, my course notes gradually returned to English, with only a smattering of Deutsch.
Brains are Funny Things, aren't they?