| ▲ | agumonkey 4 hours ago | |||||||
I often question myself on why the aesthetics of personal computing were so special our brains that it sticks to this day. | ||||||||
| ▲ | kstrauser 3 hours ago | parent | next [-] | |||||||
It was an era when you could know a machine. I had a C64 and had a huge chunk of its kernal addresses memorized from sheer repetition. You could remember its whole ISA and timings. The memory map was learnable. The hardware interfaces were simple. I have zero desire to use a C64 again, aside from the occasional nostalgia pang for a specific game or program. But I do miss that feeling of complete, total understand of the thing in front of me. I think that’s the feeling that implanted on me, and that the aesthetics conjure. “Hey, the world is complicated, but this font looks a lot like the time when you felt like you knew everything.” | ||||||||
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| ▲ | joezydeco 3 hours ago | parent | prev | next [-] | |||||||
Because there were constraints. Name it: CPU speed, RAM, screen size, connection speed, whatever. We long for those days when we had to sit back and think the problem out instead of adding another package import. | ||||||||
| ▲ | trollbridge 4 hours ago | parent | prev [-] | |||||||
Perhaps because we grew up with it. The VGA 8x16 font reminds me of growing up when I had my first computer that was all mine, with a plasma display where the pixels were clearly visible, yet quite restful on the eyes. | ||||||||
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