Inheritances

As probably most of you don’t know, my father was a sysadmin. Actually, I just don’t know if I have recollected these events here before, but in any case, dad was a Database Admin (or DBA), and not so many time was I to find him working (or in my kid’s thoughts: doing “something”) on the computer with a black screen in front of him, and little scribbles which I could not fathom what they were (I learned literacy a little bit older, around 7 yo).

Unglorious Evenings

For those of similar fate (which might also be attempting to keep themselves into the academic research path), maybe what I’m about to say might ring familiar, somehow? Or even for anyone who’s struggled on a path to accomplish something that you can only see the results after a much longer period, but which burdens the need of daily activities, bit-by-bit, actively contributing to a whole mass of momentum dealt and struck into a single moment (albeit, in some presentation of sorts or some test, who knows), you just gotta stick to it, but then, that’s the hardest part.

Non Tech People

I was just considering upon this, along the lines of: “Are non-tech people, just morbidly and tirelessly self-negating themselves?” As in, are they just lazy after all, or defying their own cognitive capabilities? I mean, if you tale a look at the world, most of th adults can cook, can’t they? And cooking in particular involves following a series of instructions that, in the meanwhile might prove so much more dangerous than dealing with everyday tech in this world.

All These Riches

I was just pondering about stuff, too late into the night, just right before avoiding myself of making a totally dubious and unecessary expensive payout for internet things, whilst having wasted alread too much money on a flash sale in Switch Sales this evening, then it hit me: What would be it all for, all these riches that we’d like to accumulate over, for what? Whereas, in the end all it’s gonna do it be left behind when one fades into a next existence.

Silent Battles

Oh, you… The one who’s had to be working late, been having some restless sleep, nudging hellish and cryptic trains of thought. Silent Battles have been raging on. Battles very few people ought to see, any many of them ought to even know they ever happened. Into the lines of one terminal, server down, the DR kicks in, HA spuns up, and an alarmed state gets triggered. Everything’s rigged against the odds, timelines exceed and you ought to make it right or at least, to know what’s gone wrong, in the first place, afterall.

So Long

So long, so long… Once then we’re back, after long overdue. I hope to see you around friend.