It’s Christmas, so I suppose I should make sure I’m not taking things for granted, and should explain up front why anyone would want to live life at the console.
After all, you’re defying three decades of technological advances in doing so. You’re thumbing your nose at conventional computer dogma, which says no more effort should be applied than your forefinger and wrist.
And people don’t think in terms of text any more. Computing has evolved from the old days of “dir” and “run” and people need icons and buttons and sliders and shiny clicky things.
Words — even abbreviated ones — are interlopers, in the modern world of the visual computist. We sense images, we don’t sense words. We think in terms of ideas and scenes, not categories and descriptions.
And let’s be honest: Using all ten fingers is an inordinate amount of work, when one will suffice. Point, click, and be done.
And my rebuttal to all this is … I have none.
Nope. Not a word. Not a syllable. Not even a bemused grunt.
Mostly because it’s genuinely not necessary for me to explain it. I do this because I can, and it makes sense to me, and because I have the resources and like the way it affects my life.
If it doesn’t appeal to you … oh well. Don’t lose sleep over it.
Do I think it’s the right way? Yup. Do I think you should do it too? Yup. Do I expect that you will? Nope. Do I care if you don’t? Nope.
Not for a second.
I appreciate it if you try it, or if you find some part of this personal quest uplifting, or if you feel a sense of kinship over something as cold and heartless as a flashing cursor.
But you and I are not on the same journey. I don’t know you. Your life is separate from mine, and what you need or desire or love is worlds apart from me.
I still suggest you try it though. If it appeals to you, I suggest you continue. I don’t expect you will like it though, so it doesn’t break my heart if you don’t.
Like I discussed a long time ago, your way of using your computer is right for you. Note the excessive use of the concept of “you” there.
Do your own thing. Make your own rules, follow your own dreams, chase your own goals and set your own limits. Don’t allow my harebrained experiences to interfere with the way you live your life.
Of course, if they do, and it changes things for you … well, then we were both lucky, weren’t we?