started at 10 with an Apple IIe, 1978. Now 52 and programming most days. Professionally and also I always have some involved side project I'm pushing forward.
I've been driven by enjoyment of programming, financial need, and, I've been thinking lately, the sense that programming was "my thing" - something no-one told me to do, understood, or even really wanted me to do. Computers were like an alien landing to my hippie/artist parents.
Never took a single programming or CS class, I was interested in various liberal arts type subjects throughout college. I don't know much about computer science, algorithms, etc. But I'm good at what I do and have a solid, stable career working for cutting edge companies.
My dad still doesn't get it, has no interest. Which is annoying but also kind of works for me. Still a teen rebel for being a programmer.
I love getting it done and getting it done right and staying up on the latest. A day where I write good code creates a nice calm feeling I can access as I drift off to sleep. It's been a great career so far and I guess I'll be programming on the day I die. It's fun, why not.
I've been driven by enjoyment of programming, financial need, and, I've been thinking lately, the sense that programming was "my thing" - something no-one told me to do, understood, or even really wanted me to do. Computers were like an alien landing to my hippie/artist parents.
Never took a single programming or CS class, I was interested in various liberal arts type subjects throughout college. I don't know much about computer science, algorithms, etc. But I'm good at what I do and have a solid, stable career working for cutting edge companies.
My dad still doesn't get it, has no interest. Which is annoying but also kind of works for me. Still a teen rebel for being a programmer.
I love getting it done and getting it done right and staying up on the latest. A day where I write good code creates a nice calm feeling I can access as I drift off to sleep. It's been a great career so far and I guess I'll be programming on the day I die. It's fun, why not.