jadagul:

youzicha:

xenosagaepisodeone:

it’s interesting how many op-eds were written about how children born in the late 90s-onward were digital natives that would go on to become extremely versatile in tech when the reality is that tech becoming more consumer oriented nipped the incentive for a lot of kids to explore beyond the services offered to them. not knowing how to torrent things is only the tip of the iceberg and tech illiteracy is only going to continue to climb as the cultural shift from computers to phones becomes more pronounced in coming years. I used to joke that people in the late aughts saw laptops as like, $700 facebook machines but the modern comparison is that people see laptops as $1200 subscription service for media they don’t own machines.

Or a bit earlier, in the 1970s and early 80s there was a lot of talk about how how computers would empower individuals in school and society, because everyone would learn how to program, so they could learn by experiment and have completely understanding and control of their tools.

For example this video where Alan Kay talks about letting school children play with Smalltalk and write their own programs: “my aim here was not just to get people be able to access things by means of the windows but also to be able to do the equivalent of writing short essays and having them have great effect.” A few minutes later he talks about why being able to read and modify programs is important: “we don’t think a person is literate if all they are able to do is read, we think they should also be able to write”.

Also did not really come true.

I sometimes feel like I grew up at nearly the optimal time for this. I was born in 1986, which is late enough that having access to computers growing up wasn’t a special or unusual thing; they were starting to be everywhere.

But it’s early enough that I still had to understand how they worked in order to use them. My fist computer was a Dos computer; I have very clear memories of navigating directory hierarchies at the command line to find my favorite computer games. There weren’t a lot of ease-of-use features yet, so a lot of basic things exposed the bare metal of everything going on. And stuff broke all the time and you needed to understand things well enough to fix it.

My sisters are much less computer-savvy in a lot of ways. This is partly just a difference of interests, but I’m pretty sure it’s also just that they had to deal with a lot less exposed metal when they started using them.

(not exactly responding to anyone in particular)

When reading through the notes on this post, I noticed that most of the responses talking about the tech-illiterate folks in their lives are talking about…parents, younger siblings, clients. People whose company they *didn’t actively seek out*.

If it were true that people born in the 80’s have better tech-literacy, as a group, than people born in the 00’s, how we would *tell*? How would we distinguish this from “most people in *every* generation are tech-illiterate, people tend to run in social circles with similar levels of computer competence to themselves, and this filter works less well in intergenerational contexts”?

(To be fair there *is* one comment that the student body at their school as of a decade ago was more tech-literate than the current student body, though it’s only one and also some of that could be rose-tinting.)

I was born in the early 90’s, and my tech-literacy doesn’t *feel* generational: it feels *cultural*.

My father isn’t great at handling noobs gently, but he did his best to teach me right. He taught me the power in flexibility: he encouraged me to buy a laptop with my Christmas money rather than a Game Boy Advance, so that I could play games *and* do a lot of other stuff (I later got a GBA for the more console-specific games, but I got the laptop first and he was right to consider it a higher priority), and to buy a Sansa rather than buy an iPod and be trapped in Apple’s walled garden. (And yes–statute of limitations–he then taught me how to torrent music to fill it with. This was back in 2007, when YouTube had very little music and youtube-dl was correspondingly not very useful for this.) He taught me to dual-boot so I could use Linux as much as possible and Windows only when needed (and I have needed it less and less often). He even managed to teach me a lesson he has never been able to teach Mom: to google my own problems instead of always running to him. I rarely need his help anymore.

(He’s still much better than I am at coding and command-line usage, but there are areas in which I have surpassed him. He taught me to avoid DRM primarily as a matter of principle, whereas I actually *use* my hard-won right to make backups. I shrugged off an abrupt laptop failure when I was fifteen: everything I cared about was also stored on the Sansa (and vice versa), and I simply repopulated my next laptop with files from there. A few years later *Dad* had a sudden failure, and he ended up having to go buy an adapter so he could plug his old hard drive into his new computer’s USB port and pull the data over that way. I shudder to think what would have happened if the hard drive *itself* had failed.)

When I grew up I hung out in social spheres where I was often among the *least* techy people there, and they kept it going: they taught me about tracker-blockers and encryption and password managers, about web scrapers and spreadsheets.

But I think if I hadn’t had my father around growing up, I’d have a much more shallow understanding of computers and a much greater willingness to stay within the bounds of what the megacorps deign to allow me.

I continue [link] to be horrified by people paying a thousand-plus dollars for a computer unless they have very ambitious plans for it. A streaming-and-maybe-occasionally-typing-in-Word-documents computer costs, like, one to two hundred. My general-purpose computer cost three hundred *after* international shipping and tariffs: an American resident would have paid 250.

(And you say it’s going *up* over time, instead of holding steady or dropping in non-inflation-adjusted dollars? For a *netbook*?!)

Please, folks, buy used business laptops: there are plenty of refurbisher stores on eBay. Depending on how old the laptops are and how high-end they were when they were new, you can get specs to suit a wide variety of needs; they’ve usually been upgraded to Windows 10 if they’re too old to have come with it originally; because companies often overestimate how many laptops they need to outfit their workforce, quite a few business laptops are “used” in only the most technical of senses (Dad, querying a newly-purchased laptop: “what is the cumulative amount of time you’ve spent turned on, throughout your entire life?” laptop: “about six hours”).

If you are not tech-literate enough to pick out a laptop on eBay, use that intergenerational mixing to your advantage and find a relative or something who can fill the role of the Best Buy employee (but without the incentive to convince you to spend as much as possible). If you can’t find anyone, ask *me* and I will see what I can do. Even if you are a complete stranger: everyone deserves a reasonably priced computer.


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glumshoe:

I had a dream that I lived in a town on the edge of reality. There was a map showing the location of the town in spacetime, and it was depicted as teetering on the edge of the event horizon of a funnel-shaped warp in reality. Like light a certain distance away from a black hole, we were unable to escape the influence of the warp, but not drawn in by it completely, either.

Our proximity to Unreality conferred many advantages, and we were able to do things in our town that weren’t actually possible. We could survive fatal accidents and walk away without a scratch. Things that were lost forever were found again, and sometimes, if you didn’t think about it too directly, failures transformed into successes just like that. It was as though thought itself was a physical substance that could bend the shape of the world in our favor. Life was good in the little town of Event Horizon, where things always seemed to work out and Lady Luck lived on our side.

But Event Horizon also experienced “reality-quakes”. Now and then the fabric of spacetime would ripple, and shockwaves would rock our little town violently. Sometimes things would shake loose and get drawn in to the Unreality, and even people could be lost this way. They quakes weren’t common, but they seemed to be occurring with more frequency, leading to fears that we were becoming unmoored in spacetime and might lose the equilibrium that allowed us to survive and take advantage of the flexibility of reality.

Thought could stabilize things, if we projected our minds as physical forces to hold things in place. You could cast your thoughts out as a net and pull against the draw of Unreality. But that only worked if we were prepared and braced ourselves against the quake ahead of time, and people needed to work and eat and sleep and go to school. There was no way that everyone could be on anchoring duty all the time.

That’s why we had a lottery. Every twenty years, one among us would be selected to by the community to be the Achor for the entire town—a full-time psychic resistance against entropy. The Anchor would enter a trance state and project their mind out to touch every structure, every tree, every pebble, every person in Event Horizon, and hold them there. Constantly. For twenty years.

People would come to tend to the Anchor, to feed and bathe them and keep them comfortable, but the Anchor rarely became lucid enough to recognize them. It was a vital, respected, honorable position, but there was no glory in it. If you found out you had been selected to be the next Anchor, your family would grieve for you as though you had died. If you had children, they would be taken care of in a princely fashion as wards of the state, and your family would be honored and want for nothing, because even though your assignment was only twenty years, former Anchors did not tend to live for very long. They’d be made comfortable and lavished with good things, but their life energy would be sapped, and they’d fade away quickly.

My dream was 90% exposition and very little in-the-moment action, but I had just discovered that I would be the new Anchor, and I was not happy about it. The most vivid action scene I remember was standing in my kitchen staring at breakfast cereal boxes on a shelf and touching them with my mind, feeling every grain of cereal within and thinking, “Even this? Even this?”

Anyway, thanks brain, that was cool.

 

sillywafflefries:

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glumshoe:

Oh shit!!!


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rustingbridges:

brin-bellway:

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I think this makes perfect! I’m curious in what way this is surprising to you

Well, first of all the entire idea of balanced meals weirds me out. I eat in small-but-frequent quantities (you can see what a normal day looks like for me here), so to me the natural time unit across which one should balance one’s nutrient intake is the *day*. (Maybe even 2 – 3 days, since on any given day I often run out of appetite before covering all the categories I’d intended to.) I actually feel thrown off planning-wise when I *do* eat a balanced meal, because what am I supposed to eat to counterbalance it later? It counts towards a little bit of everything, which means it doesn’t *really* count towards *anything*.

(In fact, the entire idea of *meals* kind of weirds me out. My foods are generally much more atomised, and it never ceases to amaze me that there are so many people who go through meal levels of complicatedness and preparation almost *every time they eat*. I do that kind of shit once a day at *most*, and left to my own devices I make relatively simple meals at that.)

While my diet is quite rigid and has had some thought put into it, it’s not exactly *planned* in the same sense that yours seems to be. I don’t track precise nutrient intakes: I just try to cover a bunch of different kinds of food over the course of a time unit. The only thing I specifically seek out is fibre, as my body has repeatedly complained that [a version of my diet in which I do not actively seek out fibre] is not fibrous enough. I’ve also been eating fewer and less frequent high-fat foods, again because of negative physical responses rather than an abstract intellectual belief that they were bad for me.

so part of it is that it’s not a balanced meal – the dietary ‘goal’ of the yogurt is to meet my desired level of protein intake.

I want to be hitting a minimum of 80g/day, and ideally closer to 160g/day. plausibly you can’t usefully consume more than 30-50g of protein at a time.

this is kind of hard to do with balanced meals unless your whole diet is oriented around it. my diet is not and includes a bunch of shitty carbs, so I gotta make up the protein elsewhere.

the most straightforward supplement here is chicken. nonfat strained yogurt is one the next best things, the tier two of protein supplements if you will. fatty strained yogurt with add-ins is kinda down there, but still batting above replacement.

so the more skewed towards protein the yogurt breakfast is, the more room I have to eat cookies or something later. 160g/day is ~650 Cal from protein per day, which is 15-25% of my daily needs. a food which is ~30% protein by calories is considered high in protein, so either you need to eat exclusively that or you have to make up the difference with actually high protein foods.

Ah, okay. Pretty much the same reason I eat popcorn, but with protein instead of fibre.

What made you decide to seek out extra protein?


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“rustingbridges: brin-bellway: rustingbridges: rustingbridges: I…”

I think this makes perfect! I’m curious in what way this is surprising to you

Well, first of all the entire idea of balanced meals weirds me out. I eat in small-but-frequent quantities (you can see what a normal day looks like for me here), so to me the natural time unit across which one should balance one’s nutrient intake is the *day*. (Maybe even 2 – 3 days, since on any given day I often run out of appetite before covering all the categories I’d intended to.) I actually feel thrown off planning-wise when I *do* eat a balanced meal, because what am I supposed to eat to counterbalance it later? It counts towards a little bit of everything, which means it doesn’t *really* count towards *anything*.

(In fact, the entire idea of *meals* kind of weirds me out. My foods are generally much more atomised, and it never ceases to amaze me that there are so many people who go through meal levels of complicatedness and preparation almost *every time they eat*. I do that kind of shit once a day at *most*, and left to my own devices I make relatively simple meals at that.)

While my diet is quite rigid and has had some thought put into it, it’s not exactly *planned* in the same sense that yours seems to be. I don’t track precise nutrient intakes: I just try to cover a bunch of different kinds of food over the course of a time unit. The only thing I specifically seek out is fibre, as my body has repeatedly complained that [a version of my diet in which I do not actively seek out fibre] is not fibrous enough. I’ve also been eating fewer and less frequent high-fat foods, again because of negative physical responses rather than an abstract intellectual belief that they were bad for me.


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carry-on-my-wayward-artblog:

unpopular opinion: Vimes is kind of drama queen

 

mangaluva:

Sam “held a burning hot coal until it nearly took the skin off his hand while maintaining perfect calm and eye contact with the asshole in need of intimidation Just Because” Vimes? Sam “sitting on the stoop with a mug of cocoa and a cigar, cautiously aware of every inch of the scene he’s building” Vimes? Sam “could just tear his sleeve to show the mark of the Summoning Dark but instead tears off his whole goddamn shirt” Vimes? A drama queen? Reaching a bit don’t you think

 

thestuffedalligator:

Yep, certainly doesn’t seem to describe Sam “pretends to eat poison as a power move” Vimes. Not Sam “buries an axe in the table in the Rats Chamber” Vimes.

 

mangaluva:

I mean are we really talking about Sam “yes a whole room full of candles with wicks dipped in holy water is the best way to beat this vampire” Vimes, here? Sam “has fought bad guys on top of a speeding train AND a riverboat during a flood” Vimes, really? Definitely Sam “nearly gets shot in the head by a crossbow bolt that shatters his shaving mirror and then uses the bolt to prop up a shard of said mirror to finish shaving” Vimes we’re discussing here?

 

davetheshady:

excuse me?????

vimes did not resign from his post in protest, observe the rest of the watch resign from their posts in protest, recruit them into a militia, sail to the country they were at war with, and attempt to arrest two different armies for disturbing the peace so you could sit here and call him a drama queen, as though drama was some myffic quality bestowed by an accident of birth and not the inherent right of every creatively petty and histrionic citizen of ankh-morpork 

vimes is a drama public employee


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