As a very irregularly-shaped human with zero Google-readable nanoparticles running through my bloodstream and no desire to put techies in charge of my immune system ever, I have no reason to admire them, or to buy into their carefully worded, self-serving lies.
Imagine trying to get happy on a tight deadline. Like you have ten minutes to get happy, or else your boss is going to punish you.
When I needed money, I learned coding—but I ended up so miserable that I left IT forever.
What’s happening to the shiny digital generation in the U.S. has already happened to the generation of my grandparents in the Soviet Union.
The machine is vibrating and dancing and humming a tune it likes. You can go as high as you can — but you can’t change the tune… Go go go, tiger.
All you have to do is trust the conductor and feel good about yourself while it lasts.