It feels like things keep slipping away. Not that I’m trying so hard to hold on—I’m not. That’s probably why.
I remember LA. We sat on the beach for hours and watched the sun set. I remember the spring in Manhattan. It was always rushed but somehow I had too much time on my hands.
Today I loaded a wheelbarrow of stuff into the car. An M2 Mac, 16GBs RAM and 1TB storage. Two monitors, a keyboard, a mouse, a surge protector, a fancy dock, a webcam, headphones, and so many cables. Thousands of dollars of tech, lucky me. I’m not being sarcastic—very grateful.
The last time I touched a wheelbarrow I was shoveling dried chicken feed out of a chicken coop in the alps. Did I tell you about that? Probably not.
We are doing cool research these days. Speeding up transformers. Subquadratic self-attention alternatives. Everything is going so fast!
The experiences pile up too fast. Someday—before fall—I’ll write about some of it.
Anyway—life is simple here in Maryland. I work. I go to the gym with my friends. I play guitar and piano.
I helped my grandparents move into their new place at the senior living community. I’m playing music for the seniors tomorrow. I’m seeing a friend from NYC in DC this Sunday. Last weekend I was in NYC but didn’t see her because I was only there for six hours. Then Cambridge, then home again—six a.m. call time on Sunday.
I’m going to miss home a lot. This area too—it has always been good to me. I hope I will always be good to others. Towards simplicity, consistency, longevity. Less wordceling and more doing—that’s what I’ve been doing, tonight is an exception. As always: what a gift it is to be alive.
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