Earthquake! I felt that! Trying to get to sleep, there was a slight feel of movement and the door & mirror rattled. Initially thought it was a truck passing maybe, but it went on for a bit longer… cool :)
Man, you must be really looking forward to going back.
You gonna to come back here? Are you going to miss the place?
We’ll miss you.
Dammit, just when I think I had it all sorted, I get that stab of last-minute repenting.
I am looking forward to going back, but if you ask me why, I can’t really name it. It’s nebulous – there’s no one thing that would make me say, “that, that is the reason I’m going home.”
Am I going to come back? Chances are, yeah. Given the nature of the work and the company, certainly. Within a sensible timescale? I don’t know. But then if I knew… And for sure, I’ll miss the place. London is the kind of town where your niche is catered for, in one way or another – one of the few cities around the world that would do that, I suspect, and some niches are more equal than others, but it is definitely the kind of place that grows on you. (Except…)
And I’ll miss these people most of all.
I’ve found the groove, the feeling you know where you fit, so many times now, I thought I was almost tired of doing that over and over, and yet here I am doing it over again, ripping myself out in exchange for… something.
The people here are warm and generous and open, welcoming me in and allowing me to quickly settle into a comfortable social life. As dismissive and uncomfortable as I am at times about the “fuzzy stuff”, I really know I’ll miss these people as much as I did the people in Melbourne, when I left for Sydney – only now, it’s not an hour flight and a hundred bucks to pop in to visit. The timezones are 9 hours apart at best, so communication is likely to be stuttered at best.
And just as I figure out how it all works and sticks together, just as I was getting comfortable, just as the winter was ending, I up sticks and move back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
Well, I’m not sure which one I took, and whether it has made all the difference. We shall see.
This would be about the point where I insert a meme and/or mention I can’t think of anything to write, which would immediately prompt me to write again. So instead, I’ll just insert a placeholder until I can work up something about leaving London behind.
I’ve been watching Daria, that’s what I’ve been doing.
A brief interlude, in which I discuss something that has, frankly, blown my mind today.
If you want to get a job in the finance world coming from IT, it would pay well to learn K, a programming language as concise as it is targeted at doing maths very damn well. To provide an example here, the following code:
is all that is necessary to list all the prime numbers between 1 and R, the argument to the function. Try doing that in your programming language of choice in even twice as many characters. From all I’ve heard, the interpreter is extremely fast as well
The particular application that has made this popular is KDB, a database that strikes out from the traditional RMDB-SQL world. The primer is a good introduction to K, through its query-targeted subset ‘q’. Now, pardon me while my mind tries to wrap itself around a whole new way of thinking and coding.
Now we return you to our regularly scheduled programming.
HK trip 95% confirmed – go on, what are your tips? What to see, what to do, what kind of weather, what food to eat, etc?
Superbad: Teen comedy in the vein of American Pie, but with far better plot and acting. Actors almost look too young (they really supposed to be 18? Is that what 18 year olds act like, really?) Unfortunately doesn’t rise far above the genre, which doesn’t exactly help. ★★★
The Kingdom: “Syriana for dummies” is how the New York Times describes this, and it’s not far wrong. Syriana required you to pay attention in order to really patch all the plot points together, but moved glacially. The Kingdom has a straightforward trajectory, and while it gets lost in the middle a little, ticks the action-and-explosions box solidly. Passes the time of an afternoon. ★★☆