Month: July 2003

Using some 1337 hacking skills and code-fu, I had (on a weekend I was far more jobless than most) generated Pi to a million places. I just realized, (probably 2 months late now) that I hadn’t linked to the nice colour coded html page I had generated with Pi to so many places. (Yes, it’s been done to many more. 35 million or so IIRC. And now I can do it too if I just can sacrifice my not so super computery machine for so long).

What’s the fun spending (wasting? :P) time on something you care about when you can’t even crash someone’s browser or strain their connection. :D

If your browser breaks, get a real one.

In other Pi news, I know this person, who is one of the most happy happy people I know (now with his eye-brows pierced and everything) who knows Pi to a thousand places!

Even more cooler, he isn’t in sciences or engineering. I need to make more such real people “friends” (surface level interaction partners) to remind me at regular intervals the world isn’t all in shades of grey.

Sigh, geeks, don’t see colour. I mean, we do, but we don’t.

Anger and such. Makes you less productive, just nags and… doesn’t solve anything.

Firstly, I need to say I am furious. It takes a lot to get me worked up, but it’s happened none the less. Nothing in particular, general incompetence, lies and so on, all piling on top of each other until I’ve seemingly snapped. (Yes, complete with the smoke coming out of my ears and all that).

I won’t go into details, as I can’t. Though I have clearly stated in the disclaimer in the .info that the content can’t be used anti-me ever, this space has to be a toned down, and moderated version of my thoughts and feelings. Why? Records of things said is in general, not nice. It’s even worse when it’s out in the open for everybody to see.

It’s like you want to scream, but you can’t cause someone will hear you. So, I choose the obfuscated scream.

And the worst part is, I am not sure it’s all anger. (Yes, most of it is). But the incompetence bit. I am not sure I am not terrified of my upcoming talks amongst giants. Since I seemingly don’t know too much, there’s no guarantee I won’t mess up. I am not able to handle that and directing that fear (constructively er) as anger towards other incompetent and “can’t make up their mind as to what they want” people around me.

To nullify this irritating feeling and to take my mind off (lack of ability to do decent) work, I’ve been shopping. Audio gear, a webcam, tons of music (completing some of my album collections, forging on to the singles), and cool books. Including, some god state stuff.

Hopefully reading (and comprehending) them will take me to that state. All knowing (well, knowing enough anyway), and hence peaceful.

Went to the Art Fair at central campus last evening. Good fun. Here are some pictures.
:D

This is the sort of thing that bugs me. Society here is in general a lot more wasteful than they have to be. I was at this, let’s say cafe the other day. (Yes, hiding the name to protect the privacy of the employee of that place and all that jazz). I ordered a medium Dew. She says ok, and fills up a small cup. Then she looks at me and goes, oh, you asked for a medium right? I nod. She just pours out the small and fills another one in a larger cup.

Ah well, you make whatever you want out of this.

Back from my trips to M.I.T and Miami. Fun, but tiring experiences. Using free time before the next one to massively update the picture page.