I am plagued by primes. Debilitated by my own mediocrity. I seek that which is timeless and permanent but which can only be reached through the paths of variance; five are the trails that I walk. I seek the perfect imperfection; only perfection begets transformation. Shut out the noise. Do not seek music. The room is empty. There is no room. Wipe the board clean. Write on it bold GWQCE. Nothing else matters. Nothing.

Yes, I write mostly for myself.

urped by gumz @ 6:49 PM

This month has all the trappings of a phenomenal screwup. It's surprising how clear your thinking becomes when you're up against moments like this; the point at which you quit worrying and start kicking ass, even if it is your own. The trick that I must learn is to maximize return on these precious periods of obscene brain activity, to channel as much clocks as possible to some worthwhile endeavor, say like making Fuck-You-Money.

A curious truth about people: they always git wot they will git. Their world-lines are more or less fixed. After a certain threshold you just get more electrons popping out; you cannot increase their energy. It's enough to ensure that your photon stream is focused. It's enough.

urped by gumz @ 8:22 PM

One good thing about having your very own place is that you can walk around in the nude. Just like having your very own theory; you get to use funky math!

urped by gumz @ 3:08 PM

The minds. The minds haven't changed. No stimulation. No frontiers breached. No connections made. The room is almost empty. It's good that way. It'll be better when its completely empty. A total vacuum. A vacuum... There are people who are missed. Virtual people.

I feel empty, or more precisely, hungry. To run barefoot on the sandy beaches, the salt in my lungs, the sun in my face and the wind in my hair. Ahhhh..., and I do have the hair for it, don't I. A jog on the beach. A book and tea by the poolside. A daily routine. To wind down. Defragment. Context Switch. To go meta-stable.

Clocking up the virtual miles. I'm still hungry...

urped by gumz @ 7:04 PM

Paradise Road has these really snazy ancient stuff. I believe I've already mentioned that I would find tracing these items to their origins an adventure;a journey through history and all that. There was a Ganesh Statuette and a Shiva Linga that looked particularly adventurous. And it's with the intention of carrying out a trace operation that I began quizzing this girl, who I later gathered was a member of the owning family. So I asked her whether they know where they acquired stuff from, how detailed their records were, whether they keep a record of their customers and so on. The interview didn't go down too well to my bewilderment.

I honestly didn't realize that I was insinuating that Paradise Road was committing some kind of crime, but in hindsight I cannot construe my remarks to have been anything but an accusation. I am a bit slow on the uptake. The realization hit me a good 15 minutes after the interview while driving through a nasty little rain storm. The first impulse was to turn back immediately and apologise. But it was raining and I had to be somewhere. The next day, I felt guilty but laziness had already gained the upper hand and was cementing its position by impressing upon my mind the futility, meaningless and utter worthlessness of driving all the way to the store to make an apology.

And so it stands. I still believe I should apologise. But I don't think I ever will.

urped by gumz @ 5:49 PM

Around a year ago, I was wallowing in misery for the want of an idea to work on. Life took pity on me by instructing a good friend to provide me with an idea worthy of my attention. A year on, I'm wallowing in misery due to the lack of progress on the said idea. And again, life takes me by surprise with a lesson in adaptability. The game of life comes with a certain amount of free lives; maybe i'm on cheat mode.

Paradise Road, The Gallery Cafe and Plâtè were a few places that bumped into me yesterday. It's high time that I allowed myself to develop a fascination in Sri Lankan art(ifacts). Imagine tracing one of those artifacts to its original owners and locations. What an adventure that would be! Oh, and the art is intriguing too.

Vegetarian indian cuisine; another indulgence that's overdue. Mathura gets my vote over Shanmugas, for anyone who cares for my opinion.

Incidentally, there is a cafè on the second floor of the Paradise Road store located in front of TownHall. It's perfect for a brood...

urped by gumz @ 5:57 PM

In the world of science there are problems and solutions. Explaining an observation, predicting an outcome, predicting the pre-conditions for a given outcome are all manifestations of problems. We obtain solutions by applying suitable theorems and laws to problem parameters; theorems and laws are in fact, generalized solutions to generalized problems.

Ofcourse, there are the prescribed techniques such as problem visualization and wot not for starting from a problem and arriving at a solution, but science does not glorify the problem solving process. Indeed, how can it? When new laws are spawned by breaking the prescribed techniques. Yes, theorems and laws, themselves advocate certain techniques, but what i refer to as the process is a sequence of generic techniques for problem solving which constitutes a framework; this sounds like a load of tosh quite possibly because there is no substance in such a framework and hence sciences' silence on the matter. In a nutshell, the end justifies the means; the product is more important than the process. Feel free to add your on cliche.

Funnily enough, the management approach has a completely different tack on problem solving. You must give a background(problem), formulate objectives, provide a rational as to how the objectives solve the problems outlined in the background. Analysis of the problem and finally a solution outline. The package deal is called a proposal, hallowed be it. The focus is on the problem solving process. This is quite ridiculous on two fronts

a) you're given a problem and asked for a solution. Why the fuck cloud your judgment with rationales and analysis. These are intrinsic activities of low ceremony. You need to provide a solution dammit! And if its a good solution, you don't have to resort to rationales and analysis to convince anyone its a good solution.

b) By going through such an elaborate process you transfer your focus from the problem at hand to following an artificial process.

Why does the management approach insist on obfuscating matters? Is the function of management to crucify the messiah that is a good simple solution and deify and fall at the feet of the false prophet decked with the unholy embellishments of SWOT, PEST, Force Feedback, Force Field and what have you.....

Repent! Ye blind fools! Repent!!

urped by gumz @ 5:53 PM