On prodigies and starting things at an early age

Back in the 70s and 80s, we got people who picked up a certain hobby at very early ages. But in this overprotective day and age, the opportunities for such things to be learned so early in life are dwindling, because the means to learn them so early are “more” illegal now, and the systems involved in such hobbies have become increasingly complicated, convoluted, and expensive.

Do you not know how many hobbies have fallen apart due to this? Photography, aviation, ham radio, and heck, even computing. Society tells us that we can’t take pictures without a $600 camera, fly a plane without tens of thousands of dollars just laying around, talk to someone 12,000 miles away without being subject to massive regulation and buying equipment easily worth $1,500, and make a simple program without enclosing it behind a layer of abstraction or reading heavily on an operating system’s API.

Back then, life was much simpler.

I’m not saying that I wish I lived in the nineties, because it had a whole new set of problems; I’m saying that people should have just as many – or more – opportunities now than they did before, despite the necessity for the newbies in life to take more time to “catch up” to mankind’s recent inventions.

Do I have a grandfather who flew planes? No. An uncle who grew up as a hacker, or who enjoyed making games in BASIC or assembly? No. A father who has plenty of money to blow on a hobby? No! Then what the heck am I supposed to do?

There’s one thing you get for free when you live in this universe, and you get it one second per second at absolutely zero cost to you: time. You have 2,207,520,000 seconds available to you during your entire life. Currently, I have used 22.8% of that number. But even then, time is immortal. I may not have the money, but if I just keep working, and working, and working toward a goal related to a hobby, I will come to it. The energy placed becomes purer and purer, because it is not energy due to anger; it is energy driven by passion, but fueled by time, not money.

Therefore, I have come to a conclusion: age does not matter. Its physical effects may place a burden on humans, and the surrounding environment lives on due to (and depends on) time, but such limitations will not last forever. Perhaps one was simply not able to learn or engage fully due to such circumstances and limitations.

But if they do not emerge because they are good at something in particular at an early age, then where will our prodigies emerge from? The recesses of an “even playing field” referred to as standardized testing? Such testing I detest, because it means nothing. It does not test competence in anything in particular, except what you sit down on a desk to do at school: algebra and English. Boring. Where is my multivariable calculus? Where is my C#, my JavaScript, my fluency in Japanese and Spanish, my loyalty, my talent, my devotion to a multitude of things, my passions, my hopes, my dreams and my desires? I do not see them on this multiple-guess sheet; I guess they do not matter nowadays.

At my high school, many are represented: the girls, in dance; the boys, in band and sports; and the programmers and hobbyists and the intelligentsia? Where are we? Do we not do service in our works, helping our classmates in homework? Are we not good enough? Is this a popularity contest? Why are we not respected? Why are we not represented or recognized?

I wish I could say I could go off to somewhere and do great things with people like me. But I can’t. I have to talk to people over the Internet who are twice my age and deal with lowly, average people down here and lowly, average problems.

And now you say the problems rests in my ego? Now I have become the enemy. Nonsense. It is not I who am your enemy; it is my humanness, my mortality, not my soul.

You wanna become a prodigy? You’re a prodigy for finding this blog, congratulations, now go away. You wanted to do C# and not VB when you were nine? Congrats, you did something, now go get a time machine and try to do it better. You wanted to win a contest? Congrats, you won the contest in my book, now burn my book and try 0th place next year.

I hate contests. I hate tests. I hate when people try to judge my life, because it takes away the pride and thus security that I can bestow myself with.

And without security, can you say that such things are really improving our lives?

On the state of Ace of Spades

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Once upon a time, Ace of Spades was a really nice game, a crossroads of sorts between Team Fortress 2 and Minecraft (or so they said). Its 90s-style graphics simply made it more appealing to gamers, both hardcore and in those countries that still use Pentium III computers. Ben Aksoy, the really nice guy he was, updated the game twice a week, and in no time we went from 0.15 to 0.75. The forums thrived, new open-source server software was in the works… until the Fire Nation attacked.

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On the Hour of Code

The Hour of Code sure has alleviated quite a few hurdles in the early stages of learning how to program by introducing “engaging” courses for people between the ages of Really Young and Really Old. But what does that mean for programmers like me who are already competent in the field?

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Amazing find!

So I reluctantly got an older version of Pokemon Type Wild and started playing it. I noticed that the music was sounding a bit funkier…. and I found that the music for the older versions for Type Wild were MIDIs!

I find MIDI to be a highly flexible format (you can make the instruments 8-bit, mash it up, …); as such, I cherish MIDI and especially VGMusic for its massive library of MIDIified (and original) game music.

This is a lucky discovery because then I can remake the MIDIs into nicer quality audio files for those who don’t have 500 MB worth of instrument data.

On aliases

Aliases are what associate all the ideas that we diffuse on the Internet to a single name. It adds reputation to our identities and can be used to attach our Internet selves to our real, human selves.

But aliases are not such a simple concept as filling out your name and start contributing away. There is much more to an alias, from its origins to its applications.

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First!

After thinking about making a blog for a very long time, I decided to just download WordPress and go for it. It’s by far the most popular blogging software used on the Internet – and the most sought-for by spammers and h4x0rs. “Blogging” on Word documents, while giving a nice user experience, means absolutely nothing because nobody is reading what you’re writing. Your writings are simply in draft form… forever.

So why not post it on the Web where everyone can read it? Yeah, “everyone” meaning that one guy who found this tiny blog on the corner of the interwebs. Speaking on a podium in an empty auditorium save for that one guy is good practice, I would think. To speak before man, you must speak before his subordinate: the chair.

Wow 130 words so fast? Dang, I’m already getting good at blogging.

This website definitely needs some attention. Maybe I will find some time to fill it with content.