{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "HOW OLD I AM", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/18182999229/", "html": "<p>Both my Facebook and my Tumblr have been hijacked for spam purposes with the last 2 months or so.</p>\n<p>I messed with my settings and changed my passwords and i hope it doesn&rsquo;t happen again but wevs</p>\n<p>&hellip;</p>\n<p>I remember when I was in my teens and the internet was a promise (it was really a frontier, and I should&rsquo;ve known that frontiers close)</p>\n<p>and olds were like &ldquo;viruses! firewalls! SYSTEM OVERLOAD COUNT ZEROES!</p>\n<p>and we laughed because they were like &quot;oh god this thing we can&rsquo;t understand&rdquo; but it was simple and real things with understandable causes</p>\n<p>now I&rsquo;m like &ldquo;bah, it&rsquo;s all black magic, let&rsquo;s wave some hands&rdquo;</p>\n<p>&hellip;</p>\n<p>I like to rest on my laurels?</p>\n<p>I mean no joke, I like to rest on my laurels. This is a flaw, this is my tragic flaw, I know this.</p>\n<p>I remember in high school when I knew who Belle &amp; Sebastian <em>was</em> (bcuz I subscribed to SPIN) and that was enough to be a thing, I remember when I had Photoshop LE, and that was enough to be a thing, I remember when I could teach myself object-oriented programming enough to become admin of a MUD (for The Lycaeum, which was like *the* font of drug info on the web back in the day, I was like a go-to guy for knowing things about drugs 3 years before I smoked a cigarette and 4 before I drank a beer)</p>\n<p>I took one CS class in college, I left it knowing less programming than when I went in. I was one of the everyone who was like &ldquo;I like computer games, I wanna know how to make my own!&rdquo;. And the class taught me that actually implementing anything like that is trivial with enough memory and what it was really about was&hellip;</p>\n<p>this weird file cabinet/folder metaphor for protected classes which I&rsquo;m sure made sense for him and didn&rsquo;t really even matter, because the class really turned out to be about using recursion to make algorithms cheap as understood with Big O Notation?</p>\n<p>I dunno. I mean partly like most 100-levels at a research university the dude prolly didn&rsquo;t give a shit, our CS program was mostly applied abstract math and I guess the 100 level is for exactly that kind of weeding out. I know a guy who took it through past masters to postdoc, he once told me he was funded to develop programs to apply functions so esoteric across arrays so gigantic he couldn&rsquo;t possibly imagine what it could be used for, which was just as well because the only possible user with the capability to implement it would be the NSA</p>\n<p>&hellip;</p>\n<p>now that iPhones and all that and casual gaming and all that I should go back and teach myself and live that dream</p>\n<p>maybe for Android though, building a locked-down system and adding things by approval after they&rsquo;ve been rated for like &ldquo;mild alcohol reference&rdquo; and shit, that&rsquo;s not what the future was for</p>\n<p>&hellip;</p>\n<p>it was nice sharing all that happycore with people, even/especially if they were 15,</p>\n<p>the flip side of getting old is earning a place as a mentor</p>\n<p>but even then it&rsquo;s like oh this thing I&rsquo;ve geeked out about most of my conscious life is now back in style, actually it&rsquo;s so cool that it makes high school girls who aren&rsquo;t even that into it get really excited and literally take off their clothes and dance</p>\n<p>and I just roll my eyes and go &ldquo;ugh&rdquo;, THAT IS HOW OLD I AM</p>"}