It always makes me feel young to read an article that was published before I was born, and in this case saying that my intended niche is dead. I wish I knew more of these older, wizened ideas. I will probably never be comfortable in assembly, and I would seriously enjoy a course entitled, "what we knew about computing in the 70s which still isn't part of mainstream languages today."
If I may reappropriate a line from Hopkins, "hackers build--but not I build, no, but strain, time’s eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes." I guess it's a broader anxiety for all people working in artistic professions. In any case, I'm envious of the amazing ability of the past to get work done, and am surprised that with the huge network of modern coders, modern thinkers, modern design techniques, we've only elaborated the slightest on what they've done. They built me the Internet: but I use it to read blogs and get into revert wars on Wikipedia.
If I may reappropriate a line from Hopkins, "hackers build--but not I build, no, but strain, time’s eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes." I guess it's a broader anxiety for all people working in artistic professions. In any case, I'm envious of the amazing ability of the past to get work done, and am surprised that with the huge network of modern coders, modern thinkers, modern design techniques, we've only elaborated the slightest on what they've done. They built me the Internet: but I use it to read blogs and get into revert wars on Wikipedia.