2001 started off as a bad year. It continued as a bad year. It became an even worse year in September and it ended as a bad year. Notice a trend? And I’m not talking just for me personally (sorry, no details, if you really care, you can ask), but also for a lot of people that I know and even several who I don’t know. As I sit back and think about 2001, I really cannot think of any good things for this year. Actually wait… after a lot of thinking, I can think of only one good thing for this year… that the INS approved my Permanent Residency petition. That was a definite positive event, but other than everything else I can think of that happened in 2001, was lets just say, not-so-positive.

So I’m genuinely glad that 2001 is gone. So far the first two days of 2002 haven’t been a sea change from 2001, but I’m more positive about it. I spent the first two days filling out a form on the web and clicking a button that I hope will result in creating a change. It’s amazing that that one click on “submit” can make such a difference. Now to wait and see what happens. But regardless of what happens, the one good thing is that 2001 doesn’t exist any more. And when I signed the date on the papers and checks I signed in the past two days, writing 2002 is a whole lot better.

So happy new year to all….

Before I start on this entry, did I mention that Mad Mex has the best Margaritas ever… probably only about 20 times over. But any how, now that that is out of the way, on to the substance du jour.

I’ve now been on the web from about the time that it came around. I still remember the first day a friend of mine told me about this thing called Mosaic (this was back in 1994-95). he said that it combined text and images and you go to an address and it pulls the information each time. My first thought at the time (honestly) was what a utterly stupid concept, because each you have to get the information you have to go and get it. Seemed like a waste of bandwidth to me! What I was missing at the time and learn’t very quickly thereafter was the fact about the dynamic nature of information. Information changes. Every day, every hour, every minute. The tagline for the BBC News says it best: “Updated every minute of every day.” That in itself is a gargantuan task. I learnt about the dynamic nature of information and it became a passion. A blog is a form of dynamic information.

So of course when things are constantly changing we need a way to track that change. Well, earlier today my good old Q (who I’ve reference multiple times) shows me a site which is both a boon and a curse all in one. It’s called The Internet Archive Now, when I initially got introduced to the web, I created myself a vanity web-site like every other geek on the face of the earth. What initially started at sneaker.pc.cs.cmu.edu turned into www.sneaker.org.

I took down sneaker.org a while ago because I was ambivalent about posting personal information online (of course now I am at the other extreme where I post some of my inner most thoughts for public consumption — with the caveat that sometimes they are covered in a shroud such that only people really close to me or sometimes just I will know what I am talking about. To figure out the real meaning of it all it left as an exercise to the reader … damn I always wanted to say that! 😉 )

But there is a new peoblem emerging on the Net. And that problem is not of seeking, sorting or classifying information, but it is a problem of getting rid of information. The Net has a life of it’s own. And as Q put it earlier today, it is it’s own time machine. The Net captures all, the Net knows all. The Net is not a a network of wires, the Net is all the people connected to it. It is alive. Because the people are alive. I took down the old sneaker.org and led myself to believe that I had successfully eradicated it. But no. That doesn’t happen. because once something is posted on the Net, its traces are there to stay. The Internet Archive project is simply one such example which is a lot of fun and at the same time a scary experience. If you go there and put in any old URL, it will give you a historical snapshot of that site going back to sometime in 1996.

History is being made on the web. And it’s here to stay.

One of the “problems” that emerges from this of course is how do you eradicate certain information. There was a case recently that I heard on NPR where some California government agency posted all the birth, death and marriage records for all Californians on a website. And even though they may try and revoke that information now, it’s too damn late. Because if it’s posted on the web once, it will always be there. There is a huge opportunity in figureing out the solution to this problem… alas, I don’t any any ideas on where to start just yet.

Think about it… this blog entry is going to exist forever… because as soon as I hit the post and publish button, it will be cast into the books of web history….

I’ve never been a real people person. I have a tendency to find myself a quiet corner and stay there. Especially in a new environment or in an environment full of strangers and even more so in an environment fill of strangers of the opposite sex. When I started my own business necessity became the mother of invention and I had to teach myself to network. And no people think that everyone knows me and I know everyone. That is about as far from the truth as can be.

I had to make a real effort in order to get myself to learn how to network in the business world and even more of an effort to be able to “sell”. I’m still probably not very good at “selling” but I get by. There is always room for improvement. But I don’t think I’ve yet made similar strides on the social side of things.

Tonight’s blog is inspired by a night at Doc’s. Now, Jim, the guy who owns Doc’s he is a realy social networker. And an overall good guy. I find that I really like to frequent the places where I know the owners. It gives the place it’s own charm and it’s own awe. Like the new My Thai restaurant on Walnut and Aiken (above Anne Taylor is how most women would know what I’m talking about! 😉 ) and Mad Mex in Oakland. Anyhow, I digress.

I went to Docs after dinner @ My Thai (yes, again) to get a drink and watch people. I like doing that once in a while. To just be an “observer” and watch people. Watching people is fun as you don’t know who they are, what they are like but you sit there and you watch their actions and their behavior and you can make up things of your own. Karen says that’s how people write fiction. They observe people and from it grows a character. Now I definitely haven’t developed an incling for writing fiction. I doubt I’d say I’ve developed an incling for writing yet… it’s more rambling!

But I realize that I am again a hypocrit. Because in a way I am guilty of doing the very same thing that I fear people are doing to me: judging. Or is it not considered judging until you interact with the person? But either way I am forming a preconceived notion of the person(s) I’m observing. And it is this very fear of being a victim of preconceived notions which often makes me more likely to go hide in my own corner and not really engage any new person in conversation.

There is a lot more learning to be done…

I warned Q at some point earlier tonight that he better not send me home to bed at 8:00 PM lest I wake up and start writing about crazy stuff. You see, I took the whole office to Mad Mex tonight for Kiwi Margs. And boy are they good. And boy should you not even try to have more than two big-ass ones! Anyhow this blog entry comes with the caveat that it is being written after two and a half big-ass Kiwi Margs.

I’m fascinated by ordinary people. By the people who I meet in ordinary locations in ordinary circumstances. here’s a “story” behind every person that is shielded by the ordinary-ness of every day interaction. It doesn’tcome out too often. But I’m fascinated by thinking about what that story might me. For a lot of the people I meet in these ordinary interactions I can concoct a story that fits, but being able to validate/change that story by getting to know the person is intriguing — figuring out why they became who they are and what shaped them so far.

Being a skeptic by nature, it is easier for me to doubt than not to doubt. But I know that I have been wrong before and very often the same people who I develop a very wrong firs impression of, turn out the be the most genuine individuals. It’s a matter of cracking the shell. And sometimes multiple shells. I’m probably the same way towards others, hiding behind a facade of normalcy or what I think other people would consider normal. But it’s intriguing to get to know people for who they really are, if that’s possible.

With that in mind, I love being in an environment where there are people from all over the world. Pittsburgh is not the first place that comes to mind when you think of a culurally diverse population. But, the area around Carnegie Mellon and it is probably so for all the areas which are around universities, is especially unique in that sense. I have had friends from so many different countries and ethnic origins — the US of course, china, vietnam, japan, ivory coast, guatemala, peru, spain, brazil, philippines, czech republic, turkey, malaysia, indonesia, india, canada, uk. And what’s notable is that the first time you meet any of these people, the first thing that comes to mind is the sterotype — or I won’t even say sterotype, but the general impressions of the culture that you would expect. But the fact of the matter is that we are a lot more global that most people think and a lot more similar than first impressions lead us to believe.

Change topic. The other thing I’ll ramble about today is dreams. Since that is what wakes me up in the middle of the night so often. Dreams are weird. Though I have read a little about Freud’s interpretation of dreams, I can only say that from the little I know, I do not agree with Freud’s opinions at all. I do not believe that dreams have any special meaning or subliminal message to them. For a while I was able to sleep fairly well without being “disturbed” by dreams. Lately however, I wake up from the dreams fairly often either because they are genuinely disturbing or because I can’t breathe in the dream and it’s because I can’t breathe in reality since the damned convection heating in my apartment doesn’t agree with the nose one bit! Anyhow, I figured it would be interesting to read more about Freud’s theory to see if I agree or disagree with it. So I ordered his book On Dreams from Amazon to check out.

My current belief is that Dreams are nothing more than a rambling of thoughts in a fairly unconnected and meaningless manner. Essentially different thoughts which are in your head and get smushed together – sometimes in a very disconnected and senseless way. If I were to draw an analogy, I would draw an analogy to a box in a zero gravity environment in which objects are held in place because of an electromagnet. As soon as you turn off the electromagnet, everything gets mixed up. Similarly when you go to sleep different physiological and psychological stimuli get mixed together. Now if you believe that the resulting “mixture” in this box has any hidden underlying meaning to it, then more power to you and I’m not even going to try to proceed any further since that would be equivalent to beating my head against a wall. But in essence, similar to the objects int he box which come loose in a zero-g environment when the force holding them in place is gone, thought patterns mix and result in dreams. What meaning we ascribe to them post-fact is up to us and essentially is a re-arranging of the objects in a conscious manner once the switch is flipped back on.

But I’ll read what Mr. Freud has to say about this since that is supposed to be his big thing – besides linking everything to sexually repressed childhood memories of course – and I’ll post what I think about his theories at some point.

Two people today asked me the same question – So what do you really want to do?. One told me to to think really hard about what I want to achieve in life and then work backwards from there. The other told me to stop trying to think about this since it doesn’t get you anywhere but more stressed out and depressed. The difference was the the person who said the later is my age and the person who said the first is someone who has been lucky to have seen a lot more of life.

Both the conversations reminded me of another conversation I had with someone once – and the question I was asked then, or rather the exercise I was asked to perform then, is one that I have not had the courage to do yet. The exercise was to pick the 4 most important people in your life or 4 people from different aspects of your life, for instance your mother, your best friend, your colleague and your teacher (Imay have some of these mixed up, it’s been a while). And assume that you die tomorrow, what would you want each of these people to say about you in your eulogy? This may sound simple, but to do it in earnest it is an exercise which is definitely not easy and to a large exten scary. Because this is just another way of figuring out what you want to do in life and what you want to accomplish.

Does anyone really know what they want to do? Isn’t that the question that humans have been asking them since the dawn of the human race? Aren’t they always looking for a meaning and a purpose? And if that is so, then wouldn’t looking for an answer to that question simply be a way of deluding myself into believing that for some odd reason I am different that or better than the billions of people that have come before me? If all the brilliant minds that have existed in history till today couldn’t find the answer to that question, then I really have no delusions of being able to find the answer to that question either.

When I say great minds I mean people like Feynman, Einstein, Galileo, Newton, Edison, Bell, Ford and all the others who I hold in high regard — people who have been instrumental in causing fundamental change. Change which didn’t just do something “better”, but made a profound impact on how welive, what we do, how we think.

Jack asked me today as to if that is what I want to do then why not consider changing the way people think and behave towards other people. To help people in thinking clearly so that we don’t have things like debacle of September 11th. My initial response to him was that I can’t do that because I have no idea how to even go about achieving such a goal which just seems so futile. Because the human mind is too susceptible to the very thing I am writing about – the search for meaning. Some like Feynman (and I hope I am included in that minority group) can only get as far as admiting that we simply do not know. And the realization that we do not know is adequate to propel us further. Others, fall back to believing things which may or may not stem from a sound basis – the extreme case being those who were “on a mission of martyrdom” and will “go to the kingdom of heaven with 70 virgins” or some crap like that by manuervering commercial jets into buildings and killing innocent people.

It’s a very odd world. We live in the future… and even though I might say that I cannot get myself to change it — or at least I haven’t been able to yet. The future is always better. In the future we will be happy. In the future the world will be a better place. But the future is just that. It is always the future. The future never comes. The future is a always yet to come. And probably when it’s too late, we realize that we screwed it all up. What’s that saying — If I knew what I know now when I was born I would live life differently or something along those lines?

I feel like a hypocrit. Because, as always, it is easier to preach, than to practice. People need to learn to be “selfish”. And by selfish, I do not mean greedy in a monetary sense at all. I mean selfish from a point of view of figuring out what is the best way for one to lead his or her life by doing what makes you happy. I don’t know what that is and I don’t know how to do it and hence the sense of hypocrisy.

So what do I really want to do? I honestly have no idea. And my solution to it thus far has been to get my thrills by picking the smaller battles that I know how to win. By breaking down the problem in to smaller more manageable pieces. But in doing so am I simply delaying the inevitable question of looking at the bigger picture? Is there a bigger picture?