The Slow Death of the Power User

25 points by qznc


telemachus

Ask a twenty-two-year-old to connect to a remote server via SSH. Ask them to explain what DNS is at a conceptual level. Ask them to tell you the difference between their router’s public IP and the local IP of their laptop. Ask them to open a terminal and list the contents of a directory. These are not advanced topics. Twenty years ago these were things you learned in the first week of any serious engagement with computers. Today they’re exotic knowledge that even a lot of working software developers don’t have, because you can go a long way in modern development without ever leaving the managed abstractions your platform provides.

I was alive twenty years ago. (To be more precise, I was 37 twenty years ago.) This simply isn't true. In fact, it's completely, wildly false. It wasn't true twenty years ago, and it wasn't true forty years ago, and I doubt that it has been even remotely true for most people over (almost?) the entire time that personal computers have been a significant part of our lives.

When I was in college in the 80s, I had a Brother word processor. I had zero idea how it worked. It was a tool. I wrote papers on it. (I loved that machine. I still kind of miss it.)

When I was in grad school in the early 90s, I got an Apple laptop for the first time. A roommate taught me how to use a modem to connect to the library catalog remotely. We all used pine for email at the time. I had no idea how any of that worked. Neither did anyone else. You got instructions from the university's IT department, and you followed the guidance on the handout. (I still called them "dittos" then. Far out, right?)

In the later 90s, I wrote my dissertation in WordPerfect, like all the other humanities people I knew. It was terrible, and I missed my Brother word processor. But I could use a series of incantations to type ancient Greek into it. Then, very suddenly (for me) in 1997, there was an internet. I assume that then, as now, it was a series of tubes. I never heard or read the words "SSH," "DNS," or "terminal." I opened a browser, went to Alta Vista, and searched for stuff. Again, it was a tool—and a place to play. Again, I had zero idea how any of this worked. I learned what I needed to, and I got by.

Why do people assume that the things they know are central to the lives of all other people? It's just silly, to be blunt.

Edit: maybe "any serious engagement with computers" is doing a lot of work. In that case, maybe it's not completely, wildly false, but it's still a huge stretch.

Irene

I agree with the broad thrust of this, and it's upsetting to me. I would like to see something more in the nature of a positive vision for how computers and the culture around them should work... I've been gradually coming to the conclusion that I'm going to need to write it myself. :/

freetonik

Am I crazy or this reads like LLM-generated text? The structure, the pace, the turnarounds, it all feel eerily… manufactured? Idk it’s exhausting even to consider this now. I’m tired, hoss…