Some meandering thoughts about nothing special: 07/01/2005

I wish somebody makes me a machine that can write down everything that I think of. Then I won't have to get up from my cozy little bed. I can just lie down there, with both my hands behind my head below a fluffy little pillow, right leg bend up little bit and with left leg at thirty degree from the right leg stretched out, relaxing. I don't need to get up, sit in front of this dirty little computer screen on this uncomfortable second hand chair. I could just think, even while I am scratching my stubble that is getting ugly now and leveling my moustache even when there wasn't enough to level. I could then think about this and that, here and there, my future plans, what went wrong in past that I am here right now, or any other nonsense I could think of.

Today there was a small poster presentation in a big building at Louisiana State University organized by LBRN (Louisiana Biomedical Research Network). Three of our Nepali undergraduate students were also presenting their three months of summer work, so I went there. Surprisingly, one of the professors from my department was also presenting a poster there, basically about tangible visualization. Main thesis behind that was "visualization that can be felt is more effective that the one with number of layers in between the user and the actually visualized object."

While I was scratching my head and leveling my moustache, I was thinking about these intermediate layers. The layers that I had to go through to write these words right now. It would have been much comfy if I could just think, and everything would just be archived automatically, without any intermediaries. Sadly, instead of just thinking about the ideas and nonsense, now I am having to think about spelling mistakes, grammars, ache on my wrist while I am typing all this, humming of the CPU cooling fan, etc. Another drawback of all these levels is that, (disclaimer: this may be applicable in my case only) when I was passing through all those intermediate levels, thoughts that provoked me to get up and write something start to diffuse, start to diverge into something vague and amorphous. Over that as soon as I start typing, my focus shifts from the thoughts to other trivial things like, dust on the computer screen, speaker below the computer table that is making my leg uncomfortable, grime that has gather on the keyboard-top, and also the web-page layout of this website. Then suddenly, instead of writing the thoughts, I start to spend my words to describe these paltry things.

Clock strikes three in the morning. I have to sleep now. I have an exam at eleven in the morning. bye.

July 4th weekend on New York City was one of my unforgettable trips. Though the images and pictures can not catch the experience, below are some of the samplers from the trip.