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Now Jump

Here we are, the lavish life in North Carolina ended and the student life starting again. Nine months ago I thought I would be the victim to more random and unintended adventures in such a strange and foreign land, but for myself I managed to stay in good, boring shape the whole time. Home, work, Harris Teeter, work, home, etc…

There were some unexpected things that happened in that time however. Such as about 6 months ago, this girl insisted on being my loving, devoted and epically-fantastic girlfriend. So that was a happy surprise. She is back in North Carolina being epically-fantastic in her own internship now, and I am here going to classes. Yay me. Yay us.

Life has a way of being randomly unexpected at times. People say things like that a lot. I see that it makes sense. What we call “life” in this context and all the things it consists of are “controlled” by a countless number of separate variables/people/things/events. There is no way at all we could predict it all. (Not until Skynet takes over that is…) Given this situation, the logical person adopts a philosophy of “Hakuna Matata” and moves on. This is what I have done for the last several years. Up until recently, this hasn’t been an issue for me really since all the random and unexpected things in my life were either trivial or really good/fortunate happenstances that I was able to gladly accept.

A while ago I was talking about a method of emotional self-protection I’ve observed which causes a delayed reaction to major changes. This major change is still in the process of reacting. The delay was assisted by the fact that I have had unfortunate amounts of shit to shovel and deal with (professionally, scholastically, domestically) in the few days since and it isn’t going to slow down soon. Some would say that is a good thing. Others would rather there be nothing to distract the mind and soul from dealing with the present. Honestly, I once thought I knew but I don’t know on which side of that argument I stand.

Here are some things I do know. I do know that if I were the kind to profess my undying love and infatuation for someone on a public medium this would be the time. (Whenever I see it, it just looks and sounds tacky and a little ridiculous. I guess I can understand it but still, some things are better left in private.) If I were in a movie with a low special effects budget and they were in for a close up of my face, there would be stars and little hearts and puffs of pink smoke in my eyes. If money and future stability were not an issue I would be in a different state right now. If the world were kind enough to work the way I wanted it to, I would not have to be in classes to get a diploma to get a job to get success and all the toothpaste I’d ever want. I could instead spend the rest of my life with the one who makes me happy and her willow tree.

But the world is not that perfect. Here we are in reality, and here I am with my next little chapter of existence. Here I am with my next obstacle on my sprint to success. Now jump.

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Hang on, things are changing

Oh, look at that.  New post and new layout.  Maybe this new prettiness will attract new people here, or at least attract me here.  I like it so far.

So, things have changed in the last several months.  I finished my third/second quarter at RIT.  (how do you count a class durring summer quarter?)  With all that out of the way I’m not on co-op working for Cisco in their CALO lab.  (Think of a really cool internship you get college credit for, for those  non-RIT people out there.)  I start Monday.  I’m just about all settled in my new apartment in Morrisville, NC.  (didn’t I just move to Henrietta in the last post?!)  I may post pictures of my new place here.  I’ll decide later on how large a scope I want to brag on.

In these last several months as all this was happening I’ve gotten lots of ideas for posts here.  Some nice yummy topics for us all to chew over.  (it’s about lunch time for me at the moment.)  I even started a few draft posts to get some ideas down.  I think over my 9 months down here I’ll be making a concerted effort to come by here more often and write some more.  Sort of like an online journal of me and my thoughts in this new era of existence.  (did that sound too grand?  too corny?  probably.)

People keep telling me I’ll do well down here.  Either I’ve done a really good job over selling myself or I am some kind of technological prodigy child.  Or something in between.  I’m leaning towards the latter half of that spectrum.  Hope someone’s out there to watch me stumble through it all.

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In the Land of Kinterneon

This was the first assignment given in my “Networking Fundamentals” class.  We were asked to write a short fiction story describing how we believe devices communicate on a network.  It was not graded but used as a way for the professor to get a feeling of how much we know about networking before we got into the course material.  I perhaps took the assignment too seriously, or not serious enough.  You decide.

The land of Kinterneon exists apart from yours and mine.  It is a world which follows a strict yet completely foreign set of protocols.  The inhabitants are uniquely talented in the ways of multitasking and optimizing their efficiency.  With these skills they are able to evolve and develop with astonishing speed.  In-fact, their entire existence has come to be and developed to what it is today in just the last 40 years.

Kinterneon is divided regions, which are added and removed at to fast a pace to count.  These regions exist to allow their regional administrators preside over their domains with better focus and grace.  A region is totally autonomous, much like individual countries are in our world.  They have the ability to manage all their own affairs however they may see fit, while still being able to interact with other regions.

Communication in Kinterneon is one of the peoples proudest, and oddest, achievements.  For a region to convey a message to another region, the message has to first be brought to an interface junction on the periphery of their territory.  From there the message is broken up into smaller chunks and each chunk packaged with information such as the source, destination and a count of the number of places the package has traveled through.  All of these packages are then numbered in sequence and then sent through a very large tube to a central switching authority.  Each switching authority manages incoming and outgoing messages for a set few regions.  They are neutral when it comes to region affiliation and they will route messages from their sender to the desired recipient without bias.  In some cases, when a messages intended destination is not within the scope of address served by the authority, the message has to be sent to a planetary master authority.  There are nine of these master authorities in Kinterneon, aptly designated K-1 through K-9.  (See “A Tale of a Doctor and His Phone Box” for a wondrous journey with the K-9 authority.)  Each of these master authorities have direct connections with each other via very fat pipes.  In a world where communication is so very important, this level of redundancy has proved useful in the past.  The master authorities keep records of the ranges of addresses accessible from all of the other switching authorities connected to them.  With this information they are able to route any unknown package to its ultimate destination.  If a package’s included travel count gets increased beyond a particular limit however, the package and all of its data are discarded.  When a package ultimately arrives at its destination, the receiving region places it in an incoming buffer which holds all the communication chunks sent to them.  As contiguous pieces are received, they are reassembled in the labeled sequence to reform the original message.  The daemon is then free to act on the message in whatever manor he or she has been instructed to.

With the ever increasing volume and cleverness of the people of Kinterneon, they have become so adept at this communication method that they can even send images, audio, video and even thoughts and ideas encoded and broken up within their packages.  Many years ago a convention was convened to decided on a standard method of encoding and delivering such unique message contents.  The Regional Fairness Convention is the unifying force behind the diverse forms of communication now possible.

The cities within a region in Kinterneon can also communicate with each other in much the same way.  They follow the same protocols and format as regional communication, but just on a smaller scale, communicating city-to-city.  If a city wishes to communicate with another region, it only has to make a request of the interface junction controller at the edge of their region.

As you can see, the land of Kinterneon must be vast and full of wonder and innovation.  However, despite our differences, we here on Earth have learned a lot from their model.

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The Sequence of Life

I, like many people my age and/or being at this point in life, am thinking about what comes next.  I can look back and see the “sweet innocence” of childhood or the self-imposed stress and problems of adolescence.  I can look to people further along in life then I am and see careers, families, responsibilities, and all sorts of “exciting” things.  But what happens in-between?

I know how the game is supposed to end.  The main character (me, if you haven’t been following along) gets the girl in the end and they ride off into the (Martian) sunset together (in their hover car) to start a family together and live happily ever after.  (Some details filled in from personal fantasy.)  I look at myself and my peers, and I get the impression that I have a clearer picture of this then most.  Additionally, I seem to either be more worried, less concerned, or more sure of how I will achieve these life goals.  I have yet to come to a definitive conclusion on which of those three it is.

Popular belief is that I somehow acquire either (a) copious scholarships or (b) lots of debt to attend a college of my choice for several years, get a nice middle-class job afterwards with which I can manage any debt I may have, buy a house, car, wife, kids, and all the toothpaste I want.  But what if I can’t find all that on the store shelves?  What if, assuming for the moment that I manage to get to this fanciful point in life, I end up not finding the right car, or the right person, or the right brand of toothpaste.  Falling back to popular belief, I would “move on.”  Settle for the peppermint when what I really wanted was wintergreen.  (they never have wintergreen these days…)  Personally, I refuse to settle.  I am willing to “make do with what I have” or to “improvise”, but I will never settle.  I know what I want, and one way or another, I will have it.  (even if I have to cut down my own wintergreen tree…)

But remember, we have assumed that I will be given the honor of being presented the choice of toothpaste or woman or car.  I still have to get that job with which to buy her/it.  (Lets pretend I’m referring to the car as “her” and save the slavery/prostitution implications for the next post.)  To get this job, I either have to be the luckiest person I know, or have to jump through all sorts of high-strung hoops to prove my worth.  Even when it seems like you will never get the degree or job you want.  Even when the fiscal and logistical requirements to get the degree or the job seem impossible.

I just have to keep on going.  Never ending, never wavering.  Or else, no toothpaste.

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