I'm 60 years old. Claude Code killed a passion

The world still has problems to solve?

“So what," the Chelgrian asked, "is the point of me or anybody else writing a symphony, or anything else?"

The avatar raised its brows in surprise. "Well, for one thing, you do it, it's you who gets the feeling of achievement."

"Ignoring the subjective. What would be the point for those listening to it?"

"They'd know it was one of their own species, not a Mind, who created it."

"Ignoring that, too; suppose they weren't told it was by an AI, or didn't care."

"If they hadn't been told then the comparison isn't complete; information is being concealed. If they don't care, then they're unlike any group of humans I've ever encountered."

"But if you can—"

"Ziller, are concerned that Minds—AIs, if you like—can create, or even just appear to create, original works of art?"

"Frankly, when they're the sort of original works of art that I create, yes."

"Ziller, it doesn't matter. You have to think like a mountain climber."

"Oh, do I?"

"Yes. Some people take days, sweat buckets, endure pain and cold and risk injury and—in some cases—permanent death to achieve the summit of a mountain only to discover there a party of their peers freshly arrived by aircraft and enjoying a light picnic."

"If I was one of those climbers I'd be pretty damned annoyed."

"Well, it is considered rather impolite to land an aircraft on a summit which people are at that moment struggling up to the hard way, but it can and does happen. Good manners indicate that the picnic ought to be shared and that those who arrived by aircraft express awe and respect for the accomplishment of the climbers.

"The point, of course, is that the people who spent days and sweated buckets could also have taken an aircraft to the summit if all they'd wanted was to absorb the view. It is the struggle that they crave. The sense of achievement is produced by the route to and from the peak, not by the peak itself. It is just the fold between the pages." The avatar hesitated. It put its head a little to one side and narrowed its eyes. "How far do I have to take this analogy, Cr. Ziller?”

― Iain M. Banks, Look to Windward

> It is the struggle that they crave

And yet, it's hard to shake the despondent feeling you get looking at the helicopters hoovering around the peak

I hope the companies you worked for had someone else taking care of security, as what you've described is a ransomware writer's wet dream.

There still is. In most enterprises, the tasks are usually to take some data somewhere, transform it to be the intake of another process. Or to made a tweak to an existing process. Most of the other types of problems (information storage, communication, accounting,..) have been solved already (and solved before the digital world).

People can see it as grind. But the pleasure comes in solving the meta problem instead of the one in front (the latter always create brittle systems). But I agree that it can becomes hell if there were no care in building the current systems.

And they are tasks with standardized best practices. I knew that I wanted to write an internal web app that allowed users to upload a file to S3 using Lambda and storing the CSV rows into Postgres.

I just told it to do it.

It got the “create S3 pre-signed url to upload it to” right. But then it did the naive implementation of download the file and do a bulk upsetting wrong instead of “use the AWS extension to Postgres and upload it to S3”. Once I told it to do that, it knew what to do.

But still I cared about systems and architecture and not whether it decided to use a for loop or while loop.

Knowing that or knowing how best to upload files to Redshift or other data engineering practices aren’t knew or novel