I don't know what the equivalent for software may be, thinking you'd design cool inverted binary tree algorithms, and instead working on sucking people's information and shoving ads in their faces?
I don't know what the equivalent for software may be, thinking you'd design cool inverted binary tree algorithms, and instead working on sucking people's information and shoving ads in their faces?
For passion, he looks to Frank Lloyd Wright, who happens to also be my favorite architect. I think that was one of the things that endeared me to the family when I first met them. Of course, we both realize the issues with Wright. But, the architecture Wright produced is still amazing, regardless of his personality faults.
I love Gaudi, too. I saw Sagrada Família years ago, when my wife and I took a vacation to Barcelona. I’d love to go back and see it again. But, looking at his house which was turned into a museum, you start to understand why the word “gaudy” was invented.
I’m also a big fan of Victor Horta. My wife and I lived in Brussels from late 1998 to early 2006, and we were only a few blocks away from his house, which they had turned into a museum. He did some of the most beautiful stuff I’ve ever seen. But it was also very difficult to create at the time, and difficult to maintain. Only the richest people could afford that. We are fortunate that we were able to collect a couple of Art Nouveau antiques while we were there. But almost no one here in the US would recognize them, and I doubt many here would consider them beautiful.
Sadly, for production purposes in this modern world, ornamentation must be set aside. Throw all the ugly ass cheap tchotchkes in there that you want, and get your ornamentation and decoration fix however you have to. What you throw that onto or into, it’s almost certainly going to be as bland as humanly possible.
Oh the tragedy of wasted talent, forced to apply their skills toward other people's flawed and antisocial visions. Building casinos and prisons, one a trap for the mind, another for the body.
Unemployed mathematicians. I feel for their tortured souls in this unforgiving world ruled by capital, a form of numerology. They speak a native tongue almost incomprehensible to others, and the beauty they seek is invisible except for mystics like themselves.
Software engineers working in the dungeons of Mordor, seeing their craft and design abused for user-hostile purposes, against the very freedom of personal computing that brought them joy. Now with the industrial production of code, their knowledge devalued and commodified, gardens trampled by outsiders who do not care for the rich history and culture of the field.