- Adulthood is incredibly lonely. You go to work in your own cubicle and go home to your own room. I was walking around my office the other day and had a tiny mental breakdown. “This is my life now,” I thought. Where do people find a group of friends they can meet and share things every day like in “Friends” or “How I met your mother”? Is there any show about lonely people? Continue reading “[Day 796] A few things I learned today”
Sophia the robot visited Vietnam today and VnExpress asked me to write an op-ed about what it means to be human. In the article, I mentioned the program that Andrej Karpathy wrote that generated Shakespeare-sounding text.
I didn’t think much of it until my editor texted me: “Is Andrej Karpathy human?”
I was like: “I guess.”
She was disappointed and took that example out of my article.
Disclaimer: pardon my French. This line is from Silicon Valley.
I’ve been back in Silicon Valley for less than a week and I’ve already collected half a dozen business cards from my Uber/Lyft/carpool drivers. They are all either raising funds or looking for new customers.
Levi thinks it’s because I have a disarming face. People look at me and think: “I bet I can squeeze some money out of that little person.”
I’ll take it as a compliment.
The Lyft driver picked me up from work today and, gesturing at the spaceship-like building behind me, asked: “Do you work at NVIDIA?” I said yes. He said: “Wow.”
He told me that 8 years ago, his wife got offers from both Qualcomm and NVIDIA. She chose Qualcomm because she didn’t want to work for a tiny company that only made gaming chips. “Then her Qualcomm stocks went straight down,” he said. “If she had taken the NVIDIA offer, we’d have been retired by now.”
Well, if I had bought Bitcoin 8 years ago, or invested in Facebook, or Amazon, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now either. Aren’t chaos and fortunes the same thing in Silicon Valley?
Have you ever wished that one day, you could just press a button and your life is reset? Start off with a clean slate. Nothing that you’ve done wrong in your life can come back and haunt you.
I was *almost* given that chance today. New job, new house, new relationships (more accurately, the lack of old relationships). It’s *almost* because unfortunately, I’m still me. Everything that I’ve done has become part of me. But at least for now, no one will ask me about it and I can pretend that everything is alright.
It feels good to have a home again.
P/S: I finished 2 of Sedaris’ books today, Naked and Calypso. I’ve started to refer to reading Sedaris as “Sedaris therapy”. His stories remind me of how fucked up adulthood is. If I’m not homeless, not a drug addict, and clothed on a regular basis, how bad can my life really be?
Before selling my soul to the Computer Science god and enjoying all the privileges an elite education could provide, I was a reckless hitchhiker. For 9 months, I hitchhiked across Africa. Hitchhiking was also my main mode of transportation in Israel and South America. The highlight of my existence was when I was featured on the list of “fantastic hitchhikers” by the Lonely Planet author Anick-Marie Bouchard. Continue reading “[Day 703] What’s it like hitchhiking in the US”
I was in Orange County visiting the Vietnamese community and this showed up in my inbox:
This made me feel a bit rebellious so I wanted to do something different. Kieu, my super cute-and-kind host, recommended a great place for a way overdue haircut and while I was there, I decided to dye my hair. Continue reading “[Day 696] I lost my hair virginity”