Working somewhere on my computer, or reading/writing something on my Kindle — my two states of being. Write to me: harsh@harsh17.in February 18, 2025: I will be starting as Assistant Professor of Analytics at American University of Sharjah (aus.edu) 🇦🇪 in Fall 2025. Now, I need to defend my dissertation which is scheduled on March 31. My parents are coming to visit me for commencement in May. My last graduation happened on YouTube due to COVID so this is a welcome change. Fingers crossed that everything goes as planned. October 31, 2024: Haven't checked this in a long time. My PhD is going to be over in less than a year and I have to get a job before its over. I wanna be a Professor or a Data Scientist (50/50). The hiring process is so outdated. Its like dropping a coin in a (wishing) well. Humans are so biased. I wish algorithms take over screening the candidates. I'm willing to trust a consistent, biased algorithm more than an inconsistent, biased human. July 28, 2024: Summer is almost over. I'm soon going to start my last year of PhD. I'm almost sure that I want to join industry when I graduate; as a data scientist working for an organization, I have more fidelity in making a positive impact on the world. How much more work is needed for my dissertation if I don't plan to join academic world but industry? Do I still need a third publication? Maybe, maybe not. July 9, 2024: I'm tired. Not physically, but mentally. Exhausted. "Things to do" never reach zero. I'm certain I'm going to die. In the end, it won't matter. Then, why am I not rooting for the things that would matter? Art, literature, reading, writing, breathing. That's what makes me happy. Why do I need to "work" to exist? Why can't we kill Moloch? (https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/TxcRbCYHaeL59aY7E/meditations-on-moloch)