I remember a time when we meant something. We were wizards, geniuses and everything we said and did was gold. By "we" I mean IT people. There was a time before Best Buy's "Geek Squad" and the iPod. There was a time when someone who knew anything about computers told you something, you believed it and trusted in it.
Now, the times have changed. No longer are we experts. No, everyone thinks they're a technology expert. Instead, we're relegated to the job of fix-it man and procurement specialist. We don't have the time or energy to tinker with new technology - we're too busy trying to keep what we have working right and compatible with what we can't afford.
Remember when we used to buy a new laptop or pc and be excited about it? I do. I havent' been excited about new hardware since Windows 2000. That was 2002. I recall when those of us knew the 50 or so basic DOS codes were gods at everything. Coding was simple because we didn't have libraries upon libraries of custom functions and routines to integrate with.
Security? That consisted of being careful online, back before security vulnerabilities were a reality. We didn't have virus protection, because you could sumarize the majority of security isses on a single sheet of paper (we didn't use email as much back then - printers were all the rage). You didn't put your credit card online too often and the little yellow lock icon in Netscape made you at peace.
When we talked about storage, we were refering to disk boxes, not disk drives. Terrabytes seemed science fiction and useless. We backed up to tape and liked that we could restore a server in an hour.
We were able to configure servers and workstations in under an hour. Configurations were simple, data was sparse and programs just worked. When they didn't, there weren't anywhere near as many places to check for problems.
I don't long for those days now. I do look forward to the next adventure that doesn't involve vast amounts of meaninless, incompetant complexity. I don't think it will be in mainstream computers. I don't know where it will be. That's part of the fun.
Waxing,
Gregsta'