Working somewhere on my computer, or reading/writing something on my Kindle — my two states of being. Write to me: harsh@harsh17.in 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 The hiring process is so outdated.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, unbiased 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)