This amazing, snd terrifying and maddening article my Douglas Rushkoff
https://rushkoff.substack.com/p/my-dinner-with-jeffrey
There's a parallel with my life in here in a small way, though i grew up poor, queer, in an abusive household, muddled through highschool then no further education. I was sharp, worked my ass off in entry level electronics because i loved it and was dependable, then i ran with every opportunity that came my way, never for the money, somehow.
I wrote some great code and took wild chances on innovative crazy projects that somehow worked out, and even made one bit of money that mostly paid for a house. Ive got no complaints.
When the microcomputer folks started making money very many of them revealed themselves to be scumbags. Drugs money and boys; i left (i was almost one of those boys). I left.
Dot dot dot in the middle of the FidoNet days i thoight id get a job for money, got hired at apple, OS/ROM group. I hated it, they disliked me. Lasted 9 months. Nothing overtly untoward, just aggressive male dicks, and snobs (me white trash).
My involvement tl;dr with san Francisco punk anarchist stuff, hones my abuse-derived skills of smelling bullshit from a thousand yards, and sealed my commitment to what i think now of a tiny thread of folks "illuminating manuscripts" while the tech world turned onto this shit we know now.
I did not forsee it but i smelled it, essentially, every time i had to deal with the mundane world. FidpNet was filled with them but there, i had power and i fucking weilded it and FidoNet as an institution never went normal.
For the 15 years leading up to trump1 i had been wondering, fearing, i had made bad life choices about work and livelihood, though jobs etc in fact had worked out ok.
But what i sensed, smelled, my bullshit detector firing constantly, is that computer/software/electronics had got rotten, long ago, with almost no exceptions, and those exceptions never had money, and so the mundane world never took them seriously.
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