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  • Yeah I think I am doing the Stockholm syndrome thing too. But as the futo keyboard chap said: is the software you use serving your needs or the needs of the creators?

    Some things are indeed more difficult. But if it’s a simple Python script even I can make a PR to help out. And the feeling of using software that isn’t designed to send my data back to a megacorp is fucking awesome. So I’m in, I think?











  • plumbercraic@lemmy.sdf.orgtoTechnology@lemmy.worldThe Copilot Delusion
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    15 days ago

    That’s wildly incorrect and somehow serves to underscore the original point.

    Scribes were not glorified photocopiers; they had to reconcile poorly written and translated sources, do a lot of research on imperfect and incomplete information, try to figure out if the notes in the margin should be included in future transcriptions, etc. Their work required real subject matter expertise, training and technique, was painstaking and excruciating, and many hand written manuscripts are absolutely works of art.


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    The thing I hate the most about the printing press and its ease of access: the slow, painful death of the scribe’s soul—brought not by war or scarcity, but by convenience. By type. By machines. […]

    There was once magic here. There was once madness.

    Monks would stay up all night in candlelit scriptoriums with bloodshot eyes, trying to render illuminated manuscripts without smudging their life’s work. They cared. They would mix pigments from crushed beetles just to see if they’d hold. They knew the smell of burnt parchment and the exact angle of quill where their hand would cramp after six hours. These were artists. They wrote letters like master craftsmen—full of devotion, precision, and divine chaos.

    Now? We’re building a world where that devotion gets mechanized at the door. Some poor bastard—born to be great—is going to get told to “review this Gutenberg broadsheet” for eight hours a day, until all that wonder calcifies into apathy. The scriptorium will become a print shop. The quill a lever.