I am currently enrolled in a class
that is the equivalent of sticking a dolphin into a toilet instead of the ocean.
that is the equivalent of sticking a dolphin into a toilet instead of the ocean.
Just real quick, before I go to bed, I wanted to share this with you all:
This was my summer.
Nearly 8,000 miles not including stops, getting lost, or detours to the world famous Corn Palace.
Spending 20 days on the road,
Crashing in like 7 hotels, 3 National parks, 2 relatives’ places, 2 friends’ places.
Something like 30 major cities, with tons in between.
Seeing Chicago, Omaha, Rapid City, Denver, Salt Lake City, Santa Clara, San Francisco, Santa Cruz, Mountain View, San Jose, Ridgecrest, Long Beach, Los Angeles, Hollywood, Studio City, Universal City, Laguna, Newport Beach, Huntington Beach, San Clemente, Costa Mesa, Albuquerque, Roswell, Carlsbad, Austin, Houston, New Orleans, Nashville, Atlantic City, and State College, not to mention tons of little towns in between.
Eating Chicago Pizza, Drinking Omaha Microbrews, Driving in the cloudy Mt. Rushmore weather, Getting stuck in tourist traps that brainwash you, hanging out in the garden of the gods, climbing pike’s peak, viewing vast amounts of nothingness, witnessing the great salt lake, marveling at Yosemite national park, driving through san francisco, shopping on Haight st, trampling through the mojave desert, bordering death valley, spending the day amongst the great sequoias, hiking around the joshua trees, attempting to surf the pacific, longboarding every day, spending 2 months in long beach, frequently shopping and skating beverly hills, meeting amazing californian people, learning as much about southern california as possible, cruising the real route 66, hunting aliens and surviving storms outside Roswell, pissing off cops in Texas, crashing their parks at 5am, doing the whole bourbon street thing, beers and music in nashville, Braving DC/Baltimore/Philly Traffic, Casinos in Atlantic city, Having my feet in two oceans within a week of eachother, and making all back in one piece to good old State College. Seriously, that’s about as short as I can put it, and there’s a whole lot of stuff in between all that…
I love summertime, With the way things have been going, I’ve got one hell of an adventure to top.
How was yours? =)
Decided to take a break from the screaming children tonight. Some people say that here has some bad areas, being out alone at night in a place like this could have consequences. Maybe I stick to the right areas, maybe those people exaggerate. Doesn’t matter. Short sleeves, short pants, short socks, long board.
It’s been awhile. I rolled my ankle the last time I was out, and have been dealing with murmurings of a shin-splint on my pushing leg. Doesn’t matter. I’m ground-floor.
The ipod’s been broken for weeks. Abstract art from freed(!) liquid crystals. Doesn’t matter. I know how to feel it out, at least enough to get it to shuffle. Tonight’s shuffle was beautiful and appropriate for my first night boarding in awhile. Fate can be fun like that, in the way that presents you with slow solitary piano, delicious post-rock and the illest of hip hop at just the right moment.
It feels good to be on the streets, I’m not planning a big ride (haha I never do but they happen often) and I know the smoothest pavement near my place. Shaking the dust off of these creaky bones happens faster than I expect. It didn’t matter.
The streets are mostly empty, and the sky is perfect. Palm trees and powerlines silhouetted against the gradient of a subduing sky and the light pollution (and I do me pollution) of the bustle that surrounds these neighborhoods. I guess that doesn’t matter much, either. Blacker still is the asphalt, and I’m happy
It’s fun to feel like a kid in your twenties. Slaloming the paint on the street, taking big corners down low, hitting the banks, attempting (and failing) tricks. If this place had hills I wouldn’t be home yet. Everything’s smooth and quiet, these streets belong to me. This is my place in the world.
Cruising at about 15, I stretch as tall as I can go. Sometimes it’s upsetting to think that I’ll be moving away from everything I grew up with. Sometimes it’s upsetting to think the opposite. But there’s a lot of roads out there, and I’m not going to be on this planet nearly as long as I’d like to be. But this sense of movement, of freedom, of fresh new experiences, that’s a constant I can live with. I’ve made it this far, I want to keep going. These are the things I think about when carving the concrete at night, as the rest of the world doesn’t matter for a bit.
You’ve got to work in teams, or at least you’ve got to work with the idea that someone OTHER THAN YOURSELF is going to be working with your code at some point. I’m sure there are some people out there developing some crazy proprietary stuff that will never release their code to anyone but the client.
I haven’t blogged in a bit, but today’s boiled my blood enough that I kind of had to.
If you don’t code, just wait for my next post.
And without further ado: Danny Iachini, since you’re the only one in the intersection of “reads my blog” and “codes a lot” (at least that’s apparent to me)
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So I’m doing this project that was made awhile ago by some guy I’ve never met (thank goodness) and I’ve been plenty mouthy about my issues with this project. It’s a management system for a global company to keep track of their products and statuses and servicing and stuff like that. It also includes an RMA system. I inherited most of the code, which is script-based, and went to work patching things up and adding a few little functions here and there.
Sadly, no two coders are alike, but I think that most coders have common ideas about what is efficient, scalable, and elegant. I am working with code that is none of these things.
Well that’s it. I’m done ranting. I feel better now.
Oh yeah there are california videos and stuff if you can find them
I was informed yesterday that we’re stopping to see Mt. Rushmore after Omaha. =D
Also I’m going to try to blog from the road, and expect my youtube account to finally host something other than a video of my roommate stealing a plastic dolphin and the outtakes from our hit high-school commercial, “Trout Yogurt”. I hope my little point-and-shoot will be enough to make a documentary if I upload videos after each night.
HOORAY.
Oh, hell yeah.
Itinerary
4-1-1
I smell something life-changing.
Ugh, I just had to make a rough choice. This one will be fun to look at later in life, I think.
Two offers. Two great offers. It would have been so much less stressful if I only got one, but I got two, so be it.
Offer #1
Offer #2
So which did I pick?
It wasn’t easy. By far one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. I went for California. After getting council from as many people as I could, I realized that it was important for me to start plugging myself into the west coast technology scene. I’ve been abroad, I’ve done international work, and as much as I want to see India, and as great as I think I’d do at setting up that platform and studying how usable it is, it’s a process I am capable of, I already know that. Working as a designer not only exposes me to the “real”, or “professional” version of what I’ve been doing on my own, but it’s going to challenge me, I’m going to grow, and I’m going to network. Working in a web firm is going to help me get a web job, or at least I hope. People have always said that I belong in California, and I’ve had an inkling to believe them, and this is a good chance to see if the west coast is really for me.
I really wish I could have done both. Honeywell’s an amazing machine. I met one of the senior VPs last friday, as well as people that have been working in Bangalore both on and off my project. The people there breathe professionalism and skill. They’re some of the top people in the world for their respective jobs, and I am honored that they picked me for this internship, and I’m deeply sorry that I can’t be in more than one place at a time. I hope I made the right choice.
Monday: Woke up early to print out programs for the IST night of honors. Failed at that, skipped a class, got them printed, found out that there was a mistake on them, had to print another batch (wasted money due to me hooray), worked on an award for the dean. Skipped another class due to the print-shop’s closing time, ran out to get a frame, put on suit, went to event, pitched in a little afterwards, got home, attempted to watch Lost, passed out.
Monday’s Perk: Sheer exhaustion forcing me to bed early.
Tusday: Woke up wonderfully refreshed, class, home at 1, 1 – 4 spent cleaning apartment (mine) and washing dishes (not mine), tried to grab a shower, late to class. 1 hour break of attempting to accomplish work on prototyping, more class til 745, baked casserole (ingredients were going bad), more correspondence, gave up and went out at midnight to try and unwind (nothing crazy, have some faith, folks.)
Tuesday’s perk: Casserole.
Wednesday: Woke up for 7am phone session with people in india. Attempted to get more sleep, went to class, did the TI thing, set up shop in IST for working on stuff until 3, helped the FutureForum committee, got home from IST around 6, went to SOMA meeting. Won presidency, got home and worked on German. Went to bed early with hopes of working on German in the morning.
Wednesday’s Perk: SOMA presidency, Good news concerning my startup.
Thursday (so far): Woke up. Bombed German presentation. Came home, further self-loathing,
Thursday (now): Just enough time to do a homework assignment and blog this between classes, nothing else.
Thursday (projected): Helping futureforum crew at 3:30 to 4:15. 4:15 class. Break from 5:30 to 6:30 where I frantically scrape more prototypes together. 6:30 class, quiz which I am not prepared for, 7:45 group meeting for a semester project that I don’t have time to work on by myself that my group hasn’t done things on, 9pm game thing for IST that i’m contemplating skipping.
Thursdays Perk: None. I give up.
Friday (projected): Early wakeup for 7am Futureforum setup. Event all day. Reception afterwards. Home at maybe 7 or 8. Freedom, provided I haven’t found a good bus to throw myself in front of or a nice toaster to take a bath with.
Friday’s Perk: Free food since I’m out at home.
People I am neglecting as of late: two web-development clients, my partner in business, myself.
Things I wish I had time to do: Shop for food, do laundry, finish the cleaning i started on tuesday, read the book i’m supposed to read for class, read a book I started in February and haven’t been able to get anywhere in, do development work for my neglected clientele, update my personal portfolio, continue photoblog development, put more time into SOMA, the list goes on.
it’s all just puzzle pieces. I wonder where my soul went. I’m sorry everybody.
So glad to be leaving this for awhile.
Doing some thinking lately. Perusing.
Immanuel Kant once wrote
“Act only according to that maxim whereby you can at the same time will that it should become a universal law.”
In normal English, this means that we should act as if the reasoning for our actions would become human nature — we should act as role models, even though we aren’t.
Another thing I’ve been wrapped up in has been Nietzsche’s note, “The Greatest Weight”. Here it is:
What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you in your loneliest loneliness and say to you: “This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again—and you with it, speck of dust!”
Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: “You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine!” If this thought gained possession of you, it would change you as you are, or perhaps crush you. The question in each and every thing, “Do you desire this once more, and innumerable times more?” would lie upon your actions as the greatest weight! Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?
So, let’s recap.
Bit of a rando post, but I figured it’d be fun to share. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, it’s nice to jot this stuff down.
If you’ve got suggestions for good pieces of philosophy to read, there’s the comments section.
Today is honestly my third favorite holiday of the year. Right after Christmas and Thanksgiving. Laugh if you must, but Daylight Savings Time is a yearly major improvement of the quality of my life. An extra hour of daylight (that would have been missed while I slept) and increasing temperatures is just what I need after a long, nasty, depressing winter.
There were a few days this week where it was warm and the snow melted. I wore flip-flops, refused my jacket, and really enjoyed myself. Sadly, last night decided to get ugly and snowy, but this doesn’t destroy my hope. Spring will always win in the end.
Spring and Summer are by far the best seasons for me. It’s nice to have changing leaves in the fall, but after a few weeks (including the dropping temperatures) I am quite fed up with it. Winter always hits me delightfully. I love the first snow. Then I hate the subsequent months of it. I think this is why I like Spring so much. It takes away the general gloom of post-first-snow-novelty-slush/snow/darkness.
Here are some things I’ll be looking forward to in the coming months:
K, so that’s all I could come up with right now. I’m pumped for this Spring business to be happening.