Why I don't name my stuff
I realized this vaguely awhile ago, since I do most of my processing in my head, but I figured other people, who find my insistence that I NOT name my stuff perplexing, may want to know. That last sentence was horrible grammar.
Anyway, I don't name my stuff because I consider it merely an extension of myself. My car, for instance, is not me, but allows me to almost grow wheels and reach speeds I could only dream of running. The same idea applies to my computer. It extends my capabilities. It is not my beloved friend who has accompanied me through several years of my life: it is like my hands, or my legs, or perhaps more aptly, like portions of my brain.
There are portions of the brain that deal with specific body parts and specific human capabilities. Damage the temporal lobe, and you'll have issues with the things it deal with. But you don't name the temporal lobe "John" or "Leslie" or even "Alexander the Great." It's just "the temporal lobe."
Hence, I don't name my stuff.
Anyway, I don't name my stuff because I consider it merely an extension of myself. My car, for instance, is not me, but allows me to almost grow wheels and reach speeds I could only dream of running. The same idea applies to my computer. It extends my capabilities. It is not my beloved friend who has accompanied me through several years of my life: it is like my hands, or my legs, or perhaps more aptly, like portions of my brain.
There are portions of the brain that deal with specific body parts and specific human capabilities. Damage the temporal lobe, and you'll have issues with the things it deal with. But you don't name the temporal lobe "John" or "Leslie" or even "Alexander the Great." It's just "the temporal lobe."
Hence, I don't name my stuff.