The other creatures

There exists a symbiotic relationship between us and the machines we interact with. The makers of the machine speak the esoteric language of the creators.

The abstraction of distilled physical laws applied to a problem domain.

It’s rare to delve into such creations and come out unscathed.

Some stay there as they are enamored with what it has to offer.

It becomes second nature to detect events that are out of the ordinary with the machine.

Anything alien in it attracts attention and with it follows a sense of fear and curiosity.

When there is a chance encounter between creatures of these different machines – chaos reigns.

Add to this the complexity of an even stranger machine in which this encounter happens and we’ll have a grand recipe.

Birds, trees, days

Wandering is the word.

After an evening of sights like these
the comfort of a simple place warms body and mind.

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Dark grey clouds were now looming; threatening.
A downpour within minutes drenched me on my bicycle.

As the water is washing away the brownest soil we could make out the truest variation of green against the dark sky of the afternoon.

I wipe away my mud sloshed bicycle with handfuls of water flowing down from the roof.

The chill of the water – cleansing; the quality – pristine.

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As the early light gently awoke the sleeping night, the landscape of a tiny hill was painting itself; the standing mist rose among the young trees making them a shade lighter; waking them to what was going to be a clear day.

Further into the day, away from the still lakes and misty aura of the evergreens, the path cuts through the landscape of dry forests of low trees, revealing deer that were rather part of the trees and grass around them than themselves.

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Back in the city sans sleep.
I dare not ask why.

A bit of flame

I once knew this dame
She showed me the taste of fame;
Me has not been the same.
The story maybe lame
I’m to blame, for setting it aflame.

Changes

Seasonal change is in the air. These hills take on a bright, crisp and blue light.

A familiar sight to cheer us.

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P.S. Carry water.

Chirp chirp

Echoes of birds chirping, the soft clouds over the faintest blue of the sky. The chills faintly sinking in.

Time can stand still, if you only remember the tree that glimmered silver yesterday that stands alone waiting for another day in that sun.

Dry leaves crunch under your feet in the long abandoned driveway. Overgrown and unkempt. The crumbling steps the relic of the past splendor.

Do others see or ignore the beauty?

Distant memories of a splendid hoopoe surfaces in the back.

One scared bird that flew at our sight. Taking its colors away leaving an imprint behind in our mind.

Days many may have passed but the image lingers, unsurpassed until its return, when: doesn’t really matter.

For knowing it was here and it was real gives hope of another sighting.

The same or some other the difference are many but few.

The wait becomes the game.

Topicness

Often times there is a convergence of skills and pursuit of excellence with personal fervor.

Lacking the necessary conformity skills presents a barrier of information exchange.

When the channel presents a clouded view of the information. The exchange is futile without redundant error correction embedded in the messages.

Creating situational awareness is vital.

Lacking insight into the preliminary data leads to misdirection and chaos.

Simplifying the threads to pertinent messages and classifying them yields better retention and clarity.

Happy huntin’

It is time to take stock of things in these confused times.

When everything revolves around weakness and fear there is nothing else to do except take stock of actions past and present.

Try, if you could see beyond the fog of war. Lessons are waiting for you to learn and perhaps more importantly to realize.

Affect change lest you regret.
Driven by the human tendencies and the knowledge of it: countless are besieged with false hopes.

Know your worth, the ideas that shaped you have relevance. You trust them and stay the course.
Make yourself more than what you are led to believe.

Break those links that bind you in your complacency. Take pride in your actions.

Forget yourself once in a while and re-invent. Chances are there are better selves in you that make up you.
In all probability, they are all you.

It gets better to know and find you can’t lose any of these without your consent.

Try to stay in the light which is just right for you.
Wear shades when you wanna take it up a notch.

Keep those shades clear.
And carry binoculars.

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Getting lost in your eyes, seeing the glow of your soul; I believe we have met in a timeless past. Is it a few or threads many that bind us?

Excursion: in some spheres

Explaining roles in technology is generally hard.

Made several mistakes of not providing my folks with data about the niche we occupy in the eco-system spawned by internet and the technology.

We’re forever evolving socially.

The beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and thus is where the question of general conformity in what Emerson would define in his essay-Manners; arises.

Compound this fact with the expectations of the social nature and the relatively-decided measures of personal success; we have a disdain for the very nature of search.

Prevailing economic circumstances aside, the need to assert ourselves to tackle the problems of an overly influenced society and their collective mutual inducements: leaves just enough bandwidth to gather a few pieces of code for the day.

When faced with the market-data used to match our role-continuity with potential employers,
one faces the issue of their own success quotient in the social sphere for no other purpose
than acceptance within this sphere;
which at this point strangely remains an unseen familial undercurrent during information exchange with folks back home.

In order to pre-empt future disparities in personal value, it seems, one has to consider these environmental factors too as being decisive in creating a truly successful acceptance over time regardless of the expertise curve that one goes through their respective professions.

Granted, we are on a different timeline and from the mainstream in terms of ideas and world views (not necessarily ahead or back in time)

Being technologists of

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bearing and understanding.

The matter of acceptance may be of a trivial complexity when compared with the many problems that one is trained to solve.

These techniques that has served the people in the past needs to be widely made accessible without turning oneself into the fictitious Barney.

Yes, I know the significance of
“Esse quam videri”.

Thing is: it is not working in my current state of transition in career.

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