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(1) : Showing All The Light We Give / And Showing Where The Light Extends: Today my husband called me up and read to me from the barnburner epilogue to The Psychology of Computer Programming by Gerald Weinberg, and another friend talked with me about relationship problems and the importance of openness to change and to multiple perspectives, and another about a doctor visit and exoticizing and how CS is taught in university, and now another friend is reciting "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" to me over instant messenger.

I am so lucky.


(3) : Quotes: First a bunch of little snippets from my recent instant messenger conversations:

Oh, the new movie Black Swan isn't an adaptation of the economics book? It's about ballerinas? BLAH TO THAT. I mean, there's a Freakonomics movie. And surely you saw that summer blockbuster The General Theory of Employment, Interest, And Money. I think Keynes got a best screenplay Oscar nod for that one.

Leaving the house is magic.

[After saying "didn't mean to nag, just correct for lag," I sought a rhyming followup or rephrasing.] You disconnected from the server, I repeated my line further. Just checking dropped packets, didn't mean to make a racket. DOGGEREL AWARD HERE I COME?

"oh yeah" like "OH yeah" or "oh, that would be a good idea" or Kool-Aid man bursting through a wall?

I am reading about Privilege Denying Dude, etc. while a young Indian woman sweeps my room. Right near me. COGNITIVE DISSONANCE

I thought we were not-bothering buddies. I RESCIND MY HIGH-FIVE

And now quotes from recent issues of The Caravan:

It was 20 years ago that I experienced for the first time while reading, the strange combination of soaring and falling natural only to the economies of debtor-states.

...those of us who criticise the Western media for bestowing magical Taliban-defeating powers on Karachi's Ecstasy-popping 20-somethings...

Just outside Italian Village, I found a Dairy Queen fast-food restaurant, filled with Kurds talking rapidly on Bluetooth headsets. A spokesman for Dairy Queen told me his company had no restaurants in Erbil, and he suspected another Dairy Queen operator in West Asia had gone rogue and set up shop there as a freelancer; just as a mushroom cloud in North Korea bears the marks of the influence of AQ Khan, an ice cream cake in Kurdistan implies the assistance of someone with mastery of Dairy Queen technology in Istanbul or Bahrain.

And so it was, in this entertainment vacuum following the Hindi ban and without a decent replacement, that something unexpected happened in Manipur: the Koreans moved in.

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(3) : FOSS.in: Anyone going to FOSS.in in Bangalore in a few days? I'm thinking of attending on December 15th, the day before I fly back to the USA. Perhaps we could hang out.

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(3) : Belated Blog Anniversary: Missed celebrating it on the day, but 10 December 2010 marked ten years of blogging (or, as I probably called it then, writing a web diary). I look back at those early posts and think I should take a page from danah boyd's book:

...My early posts were all written to [my Zen teacher] in an unedited, fluid style. The only other readers were my classmate and my boyfriend. What i posted then was very personal and most of those early posts persist on my blog today, even though the audience is much larger now. I made a conscious decision not to be embarrassed by those posts.

Instead of real litcrit analyzing a third of my life, or telling you what I think now of "...if I could completely know you by just reading your weblog...", or mourning the bloggers I miss (One Good Thing, Anonymous Lawyer, Everything's Ruined, Real Live Preacher, Bitch Ph.D. ...), I'll just go with raw data. Statistics courtesy my NewsBruiser installation:

Number of entries: 3954
Average entries per day: 1.082
Total size of all entries ever posted: 3811022 bytes (about 3.6 megabytes of text)
Average entry size: 963.840 bytes
First entry: Final and paper and presentation (10 Dec 2000, 06:34PM)
Longest entry: The Intersection of Doom...and Death (17803 bytes, July 2001. Part of my Russia travelogue.)
Shortest entry: First post! (12 bytes, October 2001. This was my first entry when I started blogging in NewsBruiser in my Open Computing Facility web space instead of on Kuro5hin.)
Longest title: "basically it's like one of those hip hop DJ battles where they scratch with their butt or their elbow"
Most emphatic entry: Yahoo! Labs Research Presentations, February 2010 (23 exclamation marks)
Most insecure entry: Questions To Ask Potential Flatmates (86 question marks)
Most linky entry: Thoughtcrime Experiments, One Year Later (61 links)

Most common words (truncated to ten from the fifty NewsBruiser gives me):

  1. about: 2172
  2. people: 1040
  3. which: 939
  4. would: 879
  5. don't: 870
  6. other: 856
  7. Leonard: 781
  8. think: 724
  9. because: 709
  10. their: 673

Whether you've been reading for ten years or started today, thanks (said pledge-drive announcer Sumana). I've appreciated your eyes, your links, your comments, your emails and letters and response posts, your anonymous gifts (!) and syndications (I still don't know who set up my LiveJournal feed), and your existence. And a special thanks to Leonard, who wrote NewsBruiser, and has fixed bugs in it for me, and who has read all of this.

If you've ever really liked a specific post of mine, please feel free to mention it in the comments.


(2) : Liminal State: The fiendish thing about being physically ill is that it makes it harder for me to concentrate on anything else. Were I less allergic, had I no cold, were my shoulder and neck uncramped (or whatever the hell is going on there), I could appreciate that tonight is my last night with Mom. But I'm stuck in the gravity well of grump.

Tomorrow I spend some time in Bangalore, seeing friends and colleagues and peers and reminding myself of the Sumana I am in my chosen life. Then: airplane back home.

I didn't bring much; it might take twenty minutes to pack. Less, probably.


: Returned: I'm home, after what, seven weeks away? The streets here seem so paved and well-lit and bereft of cattle.

While I was away, Susie and Leonard matted, framed and hung several pieces we'd previously stuck on the wall with thumbtacks. Thus, the decor suddenly looks much classier, even though it includes the buzzword bingo card I made for the judges at my oral defense (Columbia master's), a plain-paper printout of my birthday Dinosaur Comics from 2006, and the San Francisco Chronicle clipping "Rapper C-Murder faces gun charges".

Thanks, Leonard and Susanna!

The newly classy walls surround me as I shower, snuggle, eat pizza, drink herbal tea, and watch Psych. I have come round to the belief that fast-moving witty fluffy entertainment is a kind of public service; I feel so much better when I laugh.


(4) : In Which I Take A Sharp Left Turn In The Last Paragraph, Just Like The BSG Finale: Once I read, perhaps a webcomic or a short story or a joke, where one person showed off some collection, perhaps of antique mustard bottles, and another person asked whether there wasn't a less bulky and costly way he could display his crippling fear of death. Lazyweb request #1 of 2: anyone remember this?

Maybe because my dad died this year and I spent a bunch of time with my mom, or just because of the perspective that comes with age and experience, I'm seeing my family- and mortality-related neuroses more clearly. The armchair psychology soothes me, because of course if I can come up with a simplistic "x causes y" chain of dominoes, then I know my own true name and I can defeat myself! Wait, um, that isn't what I mean or want --

My family moved around a lot as a kid, so I got several of the "hey, surprise news, we're moving soon" speeches, and maybe that's why I flinch so hard at surprises.

We moved, and I didn't get to keep friends, so I kept things, read comfort books over and over with a fear of moving on to books I hadn't read before, stayed in my room, memorized the Star Trek universe, living in the mental space I could control since I couldn't control the physical spaces I lived.

Food. I had to eat as much South Indian food as my mother gave me nearly every day until I left home for college. I felt like saying no counted for nothing. I rather wonder that I did not develop a bona fide eating disorder; as it is, I just had an aversion to Indian food for about a decade. And you know how you're not supposed to shop for food when you're hungry, because you're more susceptible to marketers' tricks? Well, yesterday Leonard and I stopped by a health food store after lunch, and I was surrounded by all this food when I was already full, and I got a little nauseated and panicky. I hope this dies down when I've been away from India for a while.

My birth family told me I could and should achieve great things, write books, get a Ph.D., without taking risks. Not all together like that, of course, that would sound ridiculous. And I was just precocious enough to be ridiculous to everyone normal, but never truly iconoclastic and self-propelled and genius-level enough; or maybe I would have been, if they'd given me space or freedom or uninterrupted solitude, or if I'd felt I had enough agency to take it myself. And oh what a textbook case I had of extrinsic motivation destroying intrinsic.

Big giant honkin' fear of failure. Skill acquisition never made systematic sense to me; it was either under-my-nose No Big Deal or incomprehensible deep magic. My first semester of high school, I got a C in a class, and I was more ashamed of that than of anything else except my adolescent hormonal urges, and maybe even that's a fair fight. I got to university and took a computer science class, and debugging exhausted and humiliated me; I read it as constant failure topped by a meager teaspoon of success, instead of enjoying the challenge and reading each quest as a hero's journey. When I read entrepreneurs saying that of course you'll fail the first time you try something hard, or a comedian or chef saying that it's freeing to have a fresh opportunity to fail and improve in every set and every dish, their perspective feels disorienting and freeing.

So now I see the anxious grasping for control in my own perfectionism and completism. I can at least laugh at my own anxiety now when Leonard suggests watching a few episodes of Psych out of order.

That is all preface. Once upon a time I did triumph over my own petty completism, with the help of the Sci-Fi Channel marketing department, and watched the middle and end of Battlestar Galactica without seeing the beginning. Last night Leonard and I watched most of the introductory miniseries. Roslin and Starbuck are so awesome! Because we accidentally held vintage BSG in reserve, it is as though now we get a wonderful prequel with magically younger actors! Lazyweb request #2 of 2: Remember "Why Tom Zarek Was Right"? Where's the followup letter, from after the series finale, dissenting from the controversial decision to you-know-what?


: A Turn From The Personal To The Professional: I'm seeking a new position as a project manager or open source community coordinator. From here I'd like to get into product management with a sideline in mentoring engineers in career development. Resume, LinkedIn, email, homepage. New York City preferred; will also consider Boston, San Francisco Bay Area/Silicon Valley, and the United Kingdom.

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(3) : Merry Christmas! Now, Fudge & Red Wine:

fudge with walnutsLeonard and I made fudge last night (via). We divided the recipe down to a third of the batch size Kareila suggested, used regular chocolate instead of white, used whole marshmallows instead of marshmallow creme, and topped the fudge with two ounces of chopped walnuts. And we lined the loafpan with parchment paper for ease of removal (explanation of procedure). Pretty successful, but next time I'll add some walnuts into the batter before it cools (yay interosculated nuts), and maybe cook the batter for longer in the pot to reduce the water content and make the end product harder. Ooh, maybe using ghee to reduce the water in the input ingredients would help too? Anyway, thanks, Kareila, for the inspiration. Neither of us had ever made fudge before!

Also yesterday I got to have lunch with littlebutfierce & phredd at Souen (best soba-in-broth I've ever had) and we enjoyed some Our Daily Red. It's a red wine, a blend from a few different winegrapes, and it's yummy. We didn't finish it and I took the bottle home. A sip just now reminded me why I liked it: a little dry in the initial taste, but pleasingly so, not mouth-puckering, and then a friendly nose-clearing aftertaste like smoke and chocolate cookies.

This is all pretty new to me. I am no wine expert, and used to think it all tasted terrible. But these days I am enjoying red wine. Sometimes when I am eating out with friends I suggest we split a bottle of it, and so then I end up being the one who chooses, because the friends I'm with say "uh, I don't know anything about wine." And then I pick something, with my tiny knowledge of my own preferences and a suggestion from the waiter, and we all like it.

It is the most cliché thing ever to say "People feel intimidated by wine and there's really no need; you should just drink what you like." Imagine me saying that in a Cary Grant accent, dressed in tweeds and sitting by a fireplace, holding a tiny white dog that could never survive on its own in the wild. But more seriously, I will now tell you how I grew to enjoy wine.

Waiting. At 21 I did not like beer or whiskey or wine or any alcohol that tasted bitter, and drank hard liquor with, you know, fruit juice or chocolate sauce or whatever mixed in. I still like Amarula. But as I've aged, I've been more able to appreciate drinks and foods that include bitterness as a component flavor, including dark greens, dark chocolate, and the relevant boozes, such as beer, wine, and Scotch. I believe my taste buds have changed, biologically. Also, I broadened my food palate in general, because Leonard is an awesome cook. Thanks to nature and nurture, I have more of a foundation for enjoying wine. (Also I now have more disposable cash so if I make a bad choice I don't feel awful.)

Trying things in small doses. Vesta does wine by the shot, and when it's slow, the servers are happy to arrange little wine "flights" (little curated collections of like 3-6 miniservings of different wines). Vino Volo might be the only good thing about Newark Liberty Airport; they tell you where any wine they serve sits on their chart. I rinse out my mouth by drinking a little water between trying different wines, but it's not like I have gas chromatography and centrifuges and stuff going on in my mouth and need to clean out the lab equipment between experiments.

Not trying. Sometimes I note down whether I liked a wine, and sometimes I don't. Most wines taste at least okay to me. Diligence is not necessary here; without spreadsheets or magazine-reading or weekend seminars, I learned enough to remember a couple of keywords that remind me of wine I'll probably like. Then when I look at a wine list, I can ask a server, "do you have anything like [keyword]?" and s/he will recommend something and it will be fine, possibly great. I decided it was fine to treat wine the way I aim to treat books, sex, visual art, and music: bask in what I enjoy, rhapsodic and/or analytic as I like, and I'll organically grow all the expertise I need.

I am in charge. The entire system of wine creation and distribution and sale is, like sewing or electronics manufacture or Debian packaging, old. But all these systems are set up as tools for humans to use. I could even make my own wine! All the wine jargon and the stores and the magazines and the rituals are not meant to tell you what to like. They are meant to help you find stuff you like. I treat grapes and years and vineyards and countries of origin like del.icio.us tags, or like the fandom/tag/collection/fictype search axes on Archive of Our Own. I am the consumer and my choice is tautologically correct!

Friends. Rachel Chalmers, for example! A wine-drinking role model. From her life I learn that if you drink wine casually a lot you figure out what you like and you appreciate the good stuff more. And if you drink a wine with a friend you can compare experiences and figure out what flavors you taste in it. Don't worry that you sound pretentious: you are on a taste adventure! You can also get the standard alcohol-facilitated friend-bonding, which can be nice as long as everyone's being responsible and it's just a small fraction of the overall friend-time.

Travel. This year I got to drink locally made wines in Australia, Spain, and India. I treated it as a touristy experience. It is like a little boozy souvenir.

Eating. It slows down the drunkenness and the flavor combinations are better than the wine flavor alone. I don't know what-all the right pairings are, so sometimes I ask a waiter to recommend a red wine to go with whatever dishes I'm eating. Usual results: yum!

Generally being a more relaxed person. Possible failures include: stains, ordering wine so bad you can't finish it, looking like someone who made a small bad decision, interacting with a jerk who acts as though different wine tastes or experience levels are morally significant. None of these are very bad, but I had to be a more relaxed person than I was at 21 to grok that. Then there are the standard possible failure modes of alcohol-drinking, such as letting one's guard down too far, but I prevent those pretty well these days. Yay experience. Basically, instead of trying to Master Wine, I am being okay with bumbling into experiences in the range bleh-to-awesome.

I seriously used to think wine all tasted bad, and red wine specifically was all mouth-puckeringly bitter and dry. Now I don't and I enjoy it. Yay! Next stop: Scotch.


: Theater And Music: If you live near Washington, DC, you can see my pal John Stange in Agatha Christie's The Mousetrap in early January. Seats are going so fast that I am going to miss all opportunities to see it during my very brief New Year's stint in DC. Don't make my mistake!

Also: If you live near Washington, DC, you may wish to see my friend Lucian's band Schmekel in early February. (That is some kind of magical Facebook page that does not require a login to view the information contained within). Schmekel brands itself "100% Trans Jews" so you probably already know whether you are their target audience. If you live in New York City and watch live music and are queer and/or trans and/or Jewish, you've probably heard of Schmekel via your usual sources prior to this straight cis Hindu (?) gal telling you about it.


(4) : A 2011 Travel Wishlist: Now that my mom's situation has settled and I don't think I'll have to make big sudden India trips in 2011, I'm working on my travel schedule for next year. I expect whatever new job I take will send me to vendors, clients and conferences, and that at some point I'll visit family in Karnataka and friends in the San Francisco Bay Area. Other than, it's all on the wishlist. If I had infinite time and money and no carbon guilt, I'd hit (in chronological order):

Also thinking about OSCON and Community Leadership Summit, and a little about PyCon and FOSSCon, but I've never been to those before. At this point we're getting into a scenario where I never visit friends or do any non-conference leisure travel, and yet still live out of a suitcase two-thirds of the year remembering Leonard's pining face mostly via wallet-sized photos and grainy videochat. So most probably, I'll hit Arisia, QuahogCon, WisCon, and the Desktop Summit, plus some family travel and business travel. Tentatively, of course.

Despite my itchy feet, I would like to avoid flying as much in 2011 as I did in 2010, because:

  1. I've flown so much this year it makes baby carbon cry
  2. I like long ground-based journeys for reading, writing, and hacking
  3. Stupid security theater
  4. Weather + air travel = disproportionately annoying delays


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