I had the best weekend ever.
Friday I went out to see a free Jazz show. It was pretty bad actually…. but free. Then I had dinner with my chick1. Not really a date though … kind of a friend of a friend that I am auditing.
Saturday I went to the demo, watched a game or two and then went to see Bedouin Soundclash at the metropolis.
How many beautiful people there were at this show I cannot describe. Most important of all it was beautiful and smart people. At least they looked intelligent. I was there with chick2 and her firends. Arlo came alonog too and he was cruising the whole set of chicks like a random variable. He split off at some point and had a very very good time apparently. I left with chick2 but she refused to come-up for coffee despite my classy line:
Is there any type of food or drink that I can offer in order to lure you upstairs.
Classy I know. But chick2 is fun and she probably knows where I stand anyways.
Good times in the summer. Good times. No sex but I am having much better times than hanging out with my guy friends.
Sunday morning I woke-up kind of early and Arlo was up. I got to hear the whole story of the two chicks he picked up at the show. He pulled a pretty classy line himself Saturday night. These two chick heavily tipsy litteraly fell on us as the crowds started to move about at the end of the show. One of the chix asks me: “What is a good place to go party after this?” and then arlo goes:
his house!
So Sunday I got to hear the remaining of the story and then we went to the Mont-Royal to chill in the sun. It was the most beautiful weather I have ever seen. There were clouds and a good strong wind to break the intense heat of the sunshine. The temperature was ideal and again I was surrounded by the beautiful people. chick2 came too later in the day and we smoked a shisha. Crazzy russian Dave showed-up too and I introduced the horde of CS and Math people to the horde of annoying but pretty jewish french students that were the friends of chick2’s friend. I am not sure if anybody liked anybody but there was a very good conversaton behind me at some point as I was almost falling asleep in the sun.
CrazyRussianDave: I have a plan. (says as introduction to this hot girl that is sitting nearby)
HotChick: (looks at him, considers him too hairy, arab-like and therefore un-attractive) I don’t like your plan.
CRD: Ok then, I have another plan.
HC: I don’t like that one either.
CRD: Ok, well I have as many plans as you don’t like + 1.
Then they both identified themselves as genuine Israel-returning-hebrew-speaking-jews and it the plan was heard. I have to aks if anything became of that intermingling of two non-overlapping sets.
After this I headed back towards parents-home where I ate and talked about Quantum Information with my dad. It is funny how the simplify method evolves when you try to explain the concepts. My dad is a smart guy and he has enough math background but there is the time contraint…. how do you present quantum informaiton theory, quantum computationa and quantum cryptography over a brief conversation without pen and paper. (Hell.. i am not sure if pen and paper will help !)
This is like what sifu talks about: “You say a few words but it means something.”
Well I reassured him that I am working on something important and fundamental even though i am not at CERN.
Then I headed back to home-home where i chilled with Arlo on the balcony and discussed the evil man ruined my scientific confidence in myself and ruined my career in academia.
Sure it is good to be humbled at some point. Sure it is good to have no EGO. I am all for that.
What I miss though is the CONFIDENCE that I had before U2 and before meeting the insane challenges that I field so miserably. Ever since then I have no confidence in my scientific abilities to achieve greatness. I still have the unpleasant EGO which so many people point out but it is now the stupid-empty ego without confidence.
My point was that people like Cassidy, Josh and chick2 are cool because they remind me that nothing is impossible and that the only limits that exist in our lives are the ones set by ourselves.
Now I need time and some reading of a quality thesis.
This productive week starts with the period at the end of this sentence.