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My favorite movie of all time is called Stranger Than Paradise by a director named Jim Jarmusch, in part because of its original treatment of these issues. The film is peppered with subtle little moments where, for example, a kitchen cabinet doesn't close correctly, or someone doesn't hear the person they're talking to correctly and asks them to repeat themselves.
It's kind of funny to think that at the time the sole purpose of my computer was to help me write and run programs I wrote myself.
Hickey's design choices consistently appear to be exceptionally well reasoned.
So far my experience with that is trying to get an Active Directory server to sync with Google Apps for Education, for which they provide this tool:
https://support.google.com/a/answer/6027781?hl=en
It's beyond buggy, it's plain broken. It clearly hasn't been touched in years. I'm going to have to write the glue code myself.
Later in the conversation we were discussing Hawaii, which he didn't know by name. I drew a small map of it in my notebook to see if he understood by the look of the islands since they're pretty distinctive.
After landing I'm checking in and the customs guy asks for some baloney authorization papers that no one at the embassy or capital ever mentioned. When I said I didn't have them he said, "Give me $200." I said no, he said it again. I explained I was on a strict budget and even if I did have the money I wouldn't give it to him. He told his goons to search all my bags.
One of his guys opens my notebook full of the names of all the rebel generals and groups in Congo accompanied by map sketches. Mind you these people have no concept of Wikipedia. I was transferred around after being detained. The first question was, "What is your relationship with General Nkunda?" (an infamous war criminal). Of course the more innocent I made myself appear, the more honed my spycraft appeared to be.
After the initial interrogation I was forced into the back of an SUV with giant people on both sides of me and they refused to say where we were going. I was sure I was going to be shot and put in a ditch or a prison. After asking 100x they said we were going to the airport. We came to a fork in the road, the airport was right, they turned left. That was one of the scariest moments in my life.
Fortunately we were going to the airport, but to my hotel first to get my things, I was deported back to the capital for a second round of interrogation. After that I got a professional translator who was probably one of a dozen people who spoke English well enough in the country to understand what happened. The Minister of the Interior apologized and offered to give me armed escorts to off-limit areas in apology, which I refused and can only imagine was another attempt to see if I was a spy.
TL;DR I'm owed a favor by Democratic Republic of Congo's Minister of the Interior. And now I remember the whole incident was 20 hours, not 12.
I have original ideas that explain a lot about the world but no one cares because Bill Gates didn't tell everyone to listen to me.
* Can anyone remind me why we care what Bill Gates thinks about biology? If this was a post about the software business that would be one thing. It's so ubiquitous I don't necessarily expect anyone to understand my point, but this strikes me as a form of worshiping money. Because he has money we care what he thinks about anything and everything. It's a more covert form of the absurdity in reading and caring about what some celebrity likes to eat for breakfast.
There's also this https://github.com/shellinabox/shellinabox and this http://www.web-console.org/