The Plight of the Power User
The 1980s. A simpler time, when hair was big, music was loud, and computer interfaces were… well, let’s just say they weren’t exactly what you’d call user friendly. Unless, of course, you were one of the chosen few. The elite. The engineers and the proto-geeks. For some of us born at the cusp of the digital dawn, the call to wield that power was irresistible. In those days, computers were still sufficiently arcane that conjuring buxom women, hacking land yacht races, and triggering global thermonuclear war were all plausibly within the domain of the initiated teen. Their UIs—BASIC on a home computer, the UNIX shell on a terminal at the local university—was about as welcoming as a secret society’s handshake. They were cryptic, esoteric, and utterly fascinating. Designed by engineers for engineers, these interfaces were a test. Pass, and you were in the club. Fail, and well, maybe a typewriter was more your speed. And so we, the early adopters, the tinkerers, the ones already predis...