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GNOME's Busy Week With Disabling X11 Session By Default, Greater systemd Dependence

([GNOME] 3 Hours Ago GNOME Wayland + systemd Focus)


This Week in GNOME is out with its latest issue and there being a number of recent controversial changes to the desktop platform.

As covered already, [1]GNOME 49 is going to disable X11 support by default . This is ahead of GNOME 50 likely removing its X11 session support entirely. XWayland support for X11 client compatibility will continue but GNOME is going to stop supporting the classic X11 session in favor of going Wayland-only.'

Another notable change recently laid out is stronger dependencies on systemd within the G NOME desktop. This will make it harder to run GNOME on operating systems without systemd.

Also notable is the GNOME Image Viewer switching to Glycin as GNOME's new image loading library. The Glycin image loading library is written in the Rust programming language for better memory safety.

More details on the big and smaller GNOME changes this week via [2]This Week in GNOME .



[1] https://www.phoronix.com/news/GNOME-49-Alpha-0-Packages

[2] https://thisweek.gnome.org/posts/2025/06/twig-204/


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On this morning in August when I was 13, my mother sent us out pick
tomatoes. Back in April I'd have killed for a fresh tomato, but in August
they are no more rare or wonderful than rocks. So I picked up one and threw
it at a crab apple tree, where it made a good *splat*, and then threw a tomato
at my brother. He whipped one back at me. We ducked down by the vines,
heaving tomatoes at each other. My sister, who was a good person, said,
"You're going to get it." She bent over and kept on picking.
What a target! She was 17, a girl with big hips, and bending over,
she looked like the side of a barn.
I picked up a tomato so big it sat on the ground. It looked like it
had sat there a week. The underside was brown, small white worms lived in it,
and it was very juicy. I stood up and took aim, and went into the windup,
when my mother at the kitchen window called my name in a sharp voice. I had
to decide quickly. I decided.
A rotten Big Boy hitting the target is a memorable sound, like a fat
man doing a belly-flop. With a whoop and a yell the tomatoee came after
faster than I knew she could run, and grabbed my shirt and was about to brain
me when Mother called her name in a sharp voice. And my sister, who was a
good person, obeyed and let go -- and burst into tears. I guess she knew that
the pleasure of obedience is pretty thin compared with the pleasure of hearing
a rotten tomato hit someone in the rear end.
-- Garrison Keillor, "Lake Wobegon Days"