#wasdd

[garyfiddlesticksdammit]

melb

[yutamayo]

DANDADAN DONT MAKE ME CEY!!!! I DID

NOT

KNOW I WASDDS

GONNA

CRY??!!! HERE??!!

DANDA-

DA-

*SCREEEECCHHHHHH*

[heaven4d]

Corsair K65 RAPIDFIRE CherryMX Speed RGB COMPACT LIGHTING

人気のキーボードなのだが光らせる方法がいまいち分かりづらかった。

買ってすぐはすべてのキーが赤になった。 iCUEをインストールしてキャンバスから様々な光らせ方ができるようになる。 ハードウエア照明で���定した全キー白　WASDDを赤　スペースバー青にした。

しかしスリープや再起動するとまた最初を全キー赤にもどってしまう。 常駐のいれてあるiCUEからは全キー白を元に戻せない しかたないので常駐を落として新たにiCUEを立ち上げ直して全キー白にしていた。

■参照したページ

コンピュータの電源を切るとCORSAIR RGBメモリ照明がオフになります

iCUEとMSI Mystic Light 競合

MSI centerの中のMystic LightとはMSIのPC筐体内部のLEDを虹色に光らせるために最初にインストールしていたアプリ

まさかと思ったがこの中にCorsair K65 RGB RAPIDFIREのキーボードの照明コントロールがありそこで全キー赤が設定されていた。

そのためiCUEで全キー白に設定してもMSI Mystic Lightの全キー赤に戻ってしまう。

結果　MSI centerを常駐しないように自動起動を外した。

ハードウエア照明でキーボード本体のメモリーに全キー白が覚えられたのを確認後iCUEも常駐しないように自動起動を外してみた。

これで今のところ安定して全キー白WASDのみ赤スペースバー青の表示ができるようになった。

[thinkingy]

The Denial of Death

The first words Ernest Becker mid to me when walked this hopital room wer "You are catching me in extremis. This is a test of everything I've written about death. And I've got a chance to show bow one dies, the attitude one takes. Whether one does it in a dignified, manly way what kinds of thoughts ane suds with how one accepts his death."

When The Denial of Death arrived at Pychology Today in late 1971 and was placed my desk for consideration it took me less than an hour to decide that I wanted t interview Ernest Becker. On December oth, I called his home in Vancouver to see if I would de a conversation for the megarine. His wife, Mare, told me he had just been taken to the hospital and was in the terminal stage of cancer and was not expected to live far more than a work thespectedly, the called the rest day to say that Ernest would like to do the convenation if could get there while he still had strength and clarity. So went to Vancouver with speed and trembling, knowing that the only thing more presumptuous than intruding into the private world of the dying wld be to refuse his invitation

Although we had never met enest and fall immediately into deep conversation The name of his death and the severe limits of his energy stripped away the impulse to chatter. We talked about druth in the face of death about vil in the presence of car. At the end of the day mest had no more mergy, so there w more time. We lingered awkwardly for a few minutes, because saying "goodbye" for the last time is hard and we both knew he wasdd not be to see our conversation in print: A paper cup of medicinal sherry on the night stand, mercifully, provided ritual for ending. We drank the wing together and left.

That day a quarter of a century ago was a pivotal event in shaping my relationship to the mystery of my death and, therefore, my life. will carry for lifetime the images of mest's courage, his clarity purchased at the cont of enduring pats, and the manner in which his passion for ideas held death at hay for a scam. a privilege to have witnessed ach a man in the heroic agony of his dying

In the years since his death, Becker has been widely recognized as one of the great spiritual cartographers of our age and a wise physician of the soul, Gradually, reluctantly, we are beginning to acknowledge that the hitter medicine be prescribes templation of the horror of our inevitable death is juradnically, the actu that adds reretne te mirality

Becker's philophy as emerges in Denis of Death and Tape from wasen from four trus

The first strand. The world is terrifying. To say the least, Becker's account of natore ha litle in common with walt my Mother Nature in a brutal bitch, red in tooth and claw, who destroys what she creates. We live, he says, in action which the mutine activity for urganisms is "tearing others apart with teeth of all types-biting, grinding flesh, plant stalks, benes beteren molars, pushing the pulp grlily down the pallet with delight, incorporating is essence into one's own organisation, and then excreting with foul stench and gosses the residue"

The second strand. The basic motivation for human behaviour logical need to control our has anxiety, to deny the tarve of death. Human beings are suturally anxious because we are ultimately helpies and abandoned in a world where we are fated to die. "This is the term: to have emerged from nothing, to have