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    • Anyone else like E-40?

      2 days ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering

      I didn't bother touching his latest album but I happen to like the song Money. I typically use his music to amp me up at work - it helps build self esteem if you sing along with it getting energy.

      My top 5 E-40 songs:

      1. Got Rich Twice

      2. I Can Sell It

      3. Tell Me When To Go

      4. Mr Arm and Hammer

      5. The Ambassador

      Who is your favorite rapper?

    • Massive Computer Science talent shortage?

      1 week ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering

      Sorry for the clickbait title :-)

      We have a problem in this country right now. Donald Drumpf has taken it upon himself to try and have some appearance of a hardline immigration stance without having any meaningful action. His latest maneuver comes on the heels of H-1b visa recipients. 

      Now - I'm an old man on this site (32 years old). I've been a part of this community for 14 years, I've worked as a Network Engineer and now a professional engineering recruiter here in the Silicon Valley and greater San Francisco Bay Area for 10 years (Fucking hell that feels weird to type). I've worked with multiple Fortune 500 companies and startups from Desktop Support techs all the way up to CTO's. I'd like to think that my views on immigration and labor, specifically in the tech sector, are tempered in raw experience and not via some political lens.

      Because of my experience, I can make the following statement: The United States has a massive education problem, and subsequently, a massive shortage of Computer Science talent. To get a bit more granular - We have a shortage of talent that are also permanent residents of the United States. 

      I did some digging at the beginning of last year, and continued digging throughout. Most universities with bachelor level computer science programs have an average of 90% of their students requiring visas to stay here in the US (F-1 visa usually).....

      Go and read that again: 90% of CS majors in the US need a visa to stay here. Less than 10% are permanent residents, and even much less are US citizens. 

      The visas that these students are here on expire once they graduate. They usually apply for an OPT visa which allows them to stay in the US without sponsorship (and they can still work without the need for sponsorship) for a set amount of time, usually about 2 years. Once that time is up, they either have to get an H-1b visa sponsorship or jump straight into getting their permanent residency via green card application or some other process (K-1 visa because of marriage for example). 

      If we expel tens of thousands of H-1b visa holders because Drumpf wants to end the extension program for H-1b visa recipients, that's talent that cannot be replaced here in the US. I can tell you with 100% certainty that any engineering hiring manager that's given a choice of hiring US based talent that requires no sponsorship is always preferred over those that do. There's communication and cultural barriers, cost barriers, worrying about keeping the visa sponsored - it's a lot to worry about that most managers would rather focus their time and energy elsewhere (and who can blame them?)

      If we continue cutting education (thanks Betsy Devos...), we're going to end up being a nation of consumer idiots, much more so than we already are. The war against education is a war to keep the lower and middle class down. We need education to become more affordable, we need it to be more accessible, and we need it to be equal in all parts of our country. Attacking those who want to come here to the US to make a better life for themselves and their families for the sake of an immigration smoke screen stance does nothing to "make America great", nor does it do anything for the companies here trying to innovate.

      Please - do research on your own on this subject if you don't believe me, but take note - the longer we don't keep pushing STEM as a major focus, the worse the US economy will end up in the long run. Those jobs have to be filled, they have to be worked. If we don't have the people here in the US to do those jobs, those jobs will go where the talent is (China/India).

    • The Last Question - By Isaac Asimov

      1 week ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering

      The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:

      Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the cold, clicking, flashing face -- miles and miles of face -- of that giant computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.

      Multivac was self-adjusting and self-correcting. It had to be, for nothing human could adjust and correct it quickly enough or even adequately enough -- so Adell and Lupov attended the monstrous giant only lightly and superficially, yet as well as any men could. They fed it data, adjusted questions to its needs and translated the answers that were issued. Certainly they, and all others like them, were fully entitled to share In the glory that was Multivac's.

      For decades, Multivac had helped design the ships and plot the trajectories that enabled man to reach the Moon, Mars, and Venus, but past that, Earth's poor resources could not support the ships. Too much energy was needed for the long trips. Earth exploited its coal and uranium with increasing efficiency, but there was only so much of both.

      But slowly Multivac learned enough to answer deeper questions more fundamentally, and on May 14, 2061, what had been theory, became fact.

      The energy of the sun was stored, converted, and utilized directly on a planet-wide scale. All Earth turned off its burning coal, its fissioning uranium, and flipped the switch that connected all of it to a small station, one mile in diameter, circling the Earth at half the distance of the Moon. All Earth ran by invisible beams of sunpower.

      Seven days had not sufficed to dim the glory of it and Adell and Lupov finally managed to escape from the public function, and to meet in quiet where no one would think of looking for them, in the deserted underground chambers, where portions of the mighty buried body of Multivac showed. Unattended, idling, sorting data with contented lazy clickings, Multivac, too, had earned its vacation and the boys appreciated that. They had no intention, originally, of disturbing it.

      They had brought a bottle with them, and their only concern at the moment was to relax in the company of each other and the bottle.

      "It's amazing when you think of it," said Adell. His broad face had lines of weariness in it, and he stirred his drink slowly with a glass rod, watching the cubes of ice slur clumsily about. "All the energy we can possibly ever use for free. Enough energy, if we wanted to draw on it, to melt all Earth into a big drop of impure liquid iron, and still never miss the energy so used. All the energy we could ever use, forever and forever and forever."

      Lupov cocked his head sideways. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to carry the ice and glassware. "Not forever," he said.

      "Oh, hell, just about forever. Till the sun runs down, Bert."

      "That's not forever."

      "All right, then. Billions and billions of years. Twenty billion, maybe. Are you satisfied?"

      Lupov put his fingers through his thinning hair as though to reassure himself that some was still left and sipped gently at his own drink. "Twenty billion years isn't forever."

      "Will, it will last our time, won't it?"

      "So would the coal and uranium."

      "All right, but now we can hook up each individual spaceship to the Solar Station, and it can go to Pluto and back a million times without ever worrying about fuel. You can't do THAT on coal and uranium. Ask Multivac, if you don't believe me."

      "I don't have to ask Multivac. I know that."

      "Then stop running down what Multivac's done for us," said Adell, blazing up. "It did all right."

      "Who says it didn't? What I say is that a sun won't last forever. That's all I'm saying. We're safe for twenty billion years, but then what?" Lupov pointed a slightly shaky finger at the other. "And don't say we'll switch to another sun."

      There was silence for a while. Adell put his glass to his lips only occasionally, and Lupov's eyes slowly closed. They rested.

      Then Lupov's eyes snapped open. "You're thinking we'll switch to another sun when ours is done, aren't you?"

      "I'm not thinking."

      "Sure you are. You're weak on logic, that's the trouble with you. You're like the guy in the story who was caught in a sudden shower and Who ran to a grove of trees and got under one. He wasn't worried, you see, because he figured when one tree got wet through, he would just get under another one."

      "I get it," said Adell. "Don't shout. When the sun is done, the other stars will be gone, too."

      "Darn right they will," muttered Lupov. "It all had a beginning in the original cosmic explosion, whatever that was, and it'll all have an end when all the stars run down. Some run down faster than others. Hell, the giants won't last a hundred million years. The sun will last twenty billion years and maybe the dwarfs will last a hundred billion for all the good they are. But just give us a trillion years and everything will be dark. Entropy has to increase to maximum, that's all."

      "I know all about entropy," said Adell, standing on his dignity.

      "The hell you do."

      "I know as much as you do."

      "Then you know everything's got to run down someday."

      "All right. Who says they won't?"

      "You did, you poor sap. You said we had all the energy we needed, forever. You said 'forever.'"

      "It was Adell's turn to be contrary. "Maybe we can build things up again someday," he said.


      "Why not? Someday."


      "Ask Multivac."

      "You ask Multivac. I dare you. Five dollars says it can't be done."

      Adell was just drunk enough to try, just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary symbols and operations into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this: Will mankind one day without the net expenditure of energy be able to restore the sun to its full youthfulness even after it had died of old age?

      Or maybe it could be put more simply like this: How can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased?

      Multivac fell dead and silent. The slow flashing of lights ceased, the distant sounds of clicking relays ended.

      Then, just as the frightened technicians felt they could hold their breath no longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the teletype attached to that portion of Multivac. Five words were printed: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

      "No bet," whispered Lupov. They left hurriedly.

      By next morning, the two, plagued with throbbing head and cottony mouth, had forgotten about the incident.


      Jerrodd, Jerrodine, and Jerrodette I and II watched the starry picture in the visiplate change as the passage through hyperspace was completed in its non-time lapse. At once, the even powdering of stars gave way to the predominance of a single bright marble-disk, centered.

      "That's X-23," said Jerrodd confidently. His thin hands clamped tightly behind his back and the knuckles whitened.

      The little Jerrodettes, both girls, had experienced the hyperspace passage for the first time in their lives and were self-conscious over the momentary sensation of inside-outness. They buried their giggles and chased one another wildly about their mother, screaming, "We've reached X-23 -- we've reached X-23 -- we've ----"

      "Quiet, children," said Jerrodine sharply. "Are you sure, Jerrodd?"

      "What is there to be but sure?" asked Jerrodd, glancing up at the bulge of featureless metal just under the ceiling. It ran the length of the room, disappearing through the wall at either end. It was as long as the ship.

      Jerrodd scarcely knew a thing about the thick rod of metal except that it was called a Microvac, that one asked it questions if one wished; that if one did not it still had its task of guiding the ship to a preordered destination; of feeding on energies from the various Sub-galactic Power Stations; of computing the equations for the hyperspacial jumps.

      Jerrodd and his family had only to wait and live in the comfortable residence quarters of the ship.

      Someone had once told Jerrodd that the "ac" at the end of "Microvac" stood for "analog computer" in ancient English, but he was on the edge of forgetting even that.

      Jerrodine's eyes were moist as she watched the visiplate. "I can't help it. I feel funny about leaving Earth."

      "Why for Pete's sake?" demanded Jerrodd. "We had nothing there. We'll have everything on X-23. You won't be alone. You won't be a pioneer. There are over a million people on the planet already. Good Lord, our great grandchildren will be looking for new worlds because X-23 will be overcrowded."

      Then, after a reflective pause, "I tell you, it's a lucky thing the computers worked out interstellar travel the way the race is growing."

      "I know, I know," said Jerrodine miserably.

      Jerrodette I said promptly, "Our Microvac is the best Microvac in the world."

      "I think so, too," said Jerrodd, tousling her hair.

      It was a nice feeling to have a Microvac of your own and Jerrodd was glad he was part of his generation and no other. In his father's youth, the only computers had been tremendous machines taking up a hundred square miles of land. There was only one to a planet. Planetary ACs they were called. They had been growing in size steadily for a thousand years and then, all at once, came refinement. In place of transistors had come molecular valves so that even the largest Planetary AC could be put into a space only half the volume of a spaceship.

      Jerrodd felt uplifted, as he always did when he thought that his own personal Microvac was many times more complicated than the ancient and primitive Multivac that had first tamed the Sun, and almost as complicated as Earth's Planetary AC (the largest) that had first solved the problem of hyperspatial travel and had made trips to the stars possible.

      "So many stars, so many planets," sighed Jerrodine, busy with her own thoughts. "I suppose families will be going out to new planets forever, the way we are now."

      "Not forever," said Jerrodd, with a smile. "It will all stop someday, but not for billions of years. Many billions. Even the stars run down, you know. Entropy must increase."

      "What's entropy, daddy?" shrilled Jerrodette II.

      "Entropy, little sweet, is just a word which means the amount of running-down of the universe. Everything runs down, you know, like your little walkie-talkie robot, remember?"

      "Can't you just put in a new power-unit, like with my robot?"

      "The stars are the power-units, dear. Once they're gone, there are no more power-units."

      Jerrodette I at once set up a howl. "Don't let them, daddy. Don't let the stars run down."

      "Now look what you've done, " whispered Jerrodine, exasperated.

      "How was I to know it would frighten them?" Jerrodd whispered back.

      "Ask the Microvac," wailed Jerrodette I. "Ask him how to turn the stars on again."

      "Go ahead," said Jerrodine. "It will quiet them down." (Jerrodette II was beginning to cry, also.)

      Jarrodd shrugged. "Now, now, honeys. I'll ask Microvac. Don't worry, he'll tell us."

      He asked the Microvac, adding quickly, "Print the answer."

      Jerrodd cupped the strip of thin cellufilm and said cheerfully, "See now, the Microvac says it will take care of everything when the time comes so don't worry."

      Jerrodine said, "and now children, it's time for bed. We'll be in our new home soon."

      Jerrodd read the words on the cellufilm again before destroying it: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

      He shrugged and looked at the visiplate. X-23 was just ahead.


      VJ-23X of Lameth stared into the black depths of the three-dimensional, small-scale map of the Galaxy and said, "Are we ridiculous, I wonder, in being so concerned about the matter?"

      MQ-17J of Nicron shook his head. "I think not. You know the Galaxy will be filled in five years at the present rate of expansion."

      Both seemed in their early twenties, both were tall and perfectly formed.

      "Still," said VJ-23X, "I hesitate to submit a pessimistic report to the Galactic Council."

      "I wouldn't consider any other kind of report. Stir them up a bit. We've got to stir them up."

      VJ-23X sighed. "Space is infinite. A hundred billion Galaxies are there for the taking. More."

      "A hundred billion is not infinite and it's getting less infinite all the time. Consider! Twenty thousand years ago, mankind first solved the problem of utilizing stellar energy, and a few centuries later, interstellar travel became possible. It took mankind a million years to fill one small world and then only fifteen thousand years to fill the rest of the Galaxy. Now the population doubles every ten years --"

      VJ-23X interrupted. "We can thank immortality for that."

      "Very well. Immortality exists and we have to take it into account. I admit it has its seamy side, this immortality. The Galactic AC has solved many problems for us, but in solving the problems of preventing old age and death, it has undone all its other solutions."

      "Yet you wouldn't want to abandon life, I suppose."

      "Not at all," snapped MQ-17J, softening it at once to, "Not yet. I'm by no means old enough. How old are you?"

      "Two hundred twenty-three. And you?"

      "I'm still under two hundred. --But to get back to my point. Population doubles every ten years. Once this Galaxy is filled, we'll have another filled in ten years. Another ten years and we'll have filled two more. Another decade, four more. In a hundred years, we'll have filled a thousand Galaxies. In a thousand years, a million Galaxies. In ten thousand years, the entire known Universe. Then what?"

      VJ-23X said, "As a side issue, there's a problem of transportation. I wonder how many sunpower units it will take to move Galaxies of individuals from one Galaxy to the next."

      "A very good point. Already, mankind consumes two sunpower units per year."

      "Most of it's wasted. After all, our own Galaxy alone pours out a thousand sunpower units a year and we only use two of those."

      "Granted, but even with a hundred per cent efficiency, we can only stave off the end. Our energy requirements are going up in geometric progression even faster than our population. We'll run out of energy even sooner than we run out of Galaxies. A good point. A very good point."

      "We'll just have to build new stars out of interstellar gas."

      "Or out of dissipated heat?" asked MQ-17J, sarcastically.

      "There may be some way to reverse entropy. We ought to ask the Galactic AC."

      VJ-23X was not really serious, but MQ-17J pulled out his AC-contact from his pocket and placed it on the table before him.

      "I've half a mind to," he said. "It's something the human race will have to face someday."

      He stared somberly at his small AC-contact. It was only two inches cubed and nothing in itself, but it was connected through hyperspace with the great Galactic AC that served all mankind. Hyperspace considered, it was an integral part of the Galactic AC.

      MQ-17J paused to wonder if someday in his immortal life he would get to see the Galactic AC. It was on a little world of its own, a spider webbing of force-beams holding the matter within which surges of sub-mesons took the place of the old clumsy molecular valves. Yet despite it's sub-etheric workings, the Galactic AC was known to be a full thousand feet across.

      MQ-17J asked suddenly of his AC-contact, "Can entropy ever be reversed?"

      VJ-23X looked startled and said at once, "Oh, say, I didn't really mean to have you ask that."

      "Why not?"

      "We both know entropy can't be reversed. You can't turn smoke and ash back into a tree."

      "Do you have trees on your world?" asked MQ-17J.

      The sound of the Galactic AC startled them into silence. Its voice came thin and beautiful out of the small AC-contact on the desk. It said: THERE IS INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

      VJ-23X said, "See!"

      The two men thereupon returned to the question of the report they were to make to the Galactic Council.


      Zee Prime's mind spanned the new Galaxy with a faint interest in the countless twists of stars that powdered it. He had never seen this one before. Would he ever see them all? So many of them, each with its load of humanity - but a load that was almost a dead weight. More and more, the real essence of men was to be found out here, in space.

      Minds, not bodies! The immortal bodies remained back on the planets, in suspension over the eons. Sometimes they roused for material activity but that was growing rarer. Few new individuals were coming into existence to join the incredibly mighty throng, but what matter? There was little room in the Universe for new individuals.

      Zee Prime was roused out of his reverie upon coming across the wispy tendrils of another mind.

      "I am Zee Prime," said Zee Prime. "And you?"

      "I am Dee Sub Wun. Your Galaxy?"

      "We call it only the Galaxy. And you?"

      "We call ours the same. All men call their Galaxy their Galaxy and nothing more. Why not?"

      "True. Since all Galaxies are the same."

      "Not all Galaxies. On one particular Galaxy the race of man must have originated. That makes it different."

      Zee Prime said, "On which one?"

      "I cannot say. The Universal AC would know."

      "Shall we ask him? I am suddenly curious."

      Zee Prime's perceptions broadened until the Galaxies themselves shrunk and became a new, more diffuse powdering on a much larger background. So many hundreds of billions of them, all with their immortal beings, all carrying their load of intelligences with minds that drifted freely through space. And yet one of them was unique among them all in being the originals Galaxy. One of them had, in its vague and distant past, a period when it was the only Galaxy populated by man.

      Zee Prime was consumed with curiosity to see this Galaxy and called, out: "Universal AC! On which Galaxy did mankind originate?"

      The Universal AC heard, for on every world and throughout space, it had its receptors ready, and each receptor lead through hyperspace to some unknown point where the Universal AC kept itself aloof.

      Zee Prime knew of only one man whose thoughts had penetrated within sensing distance of Universal AC, and he reported only a shining globe, two feet across, difficult to see.

      "But how can that be all of Universal AC?" Zee Prime had asked.

      "Most of it, " had been the answer, "is in hyperspace. In what form it is there I cannot imagine."

      Nor could anyone, for the day had long since passed, Zee Prime knew, when any man had any part of the making of a universal AC. Each Universal AC designed and constructed its successor. Each, during its existence of a million years or more accumulated the necessary data to build a better and more intricate, more capable successor in which its own store of data and individuality would be submerged.

      The Universal AC interrupted Zee Prime's wandering thoughts, not with words, but with guidance. Zee Prime's mentality was guided into the dim sea of Galaxies and one in particular enlarged into stars.

      A thought came, infinitely distant, but infinitely clear. "THIS IS THE ORIGINAL GALAXY OF MAN."

      But it was the same after all, the same as any other, and Zee Prime stifled his disappointment.

      Dee Sub Wun, whose mind had accompanied the other, said suddenly, "And Is one of these stars the original star of Man?"


      "Did the men upon it die?" asked Zee Prime, startled and without thinking.


      "Yes, of course," said Zee Prime, but a sense of loss overwhelmed him even so. His mind released its hold on the original Galaxy of Man, let it spring back and lose itself among the blurred pin points. He never wanted to see it again.

      Dee Sub Wun said, "What is wrong?"

      "The stars are dying. The original star is dead."

      "They must all die. Why not?"

      "But when all energy is gone, our bodies will finally die, and you and I with them."

      "It will take billions of years."

      "I do not wish it to happen even after billions of years. Universal AC! How may stars be kept from dying?"

      Dee sub Wun said in amusement, "You're asking how entropy might be reversed in direction."


      Zee Prime's thoughts fled back to his own Galaxy. He gave no further thought to Dee Sub Wun, whose body might be waiting on a galaxy a trillion light-years away, or on the star next to Zee Prime's own. It didn't matter.

      Unhappily, Zee Prime began collecting interstellar hydrogen out of which to build a small star of his own. If the stars must someday die, at least some could yet be built.


      Man considered with himself, for in a way, Man, mentally, was one. He consisted of a trillion, trillion, trillion ageless bodies, each in its place, each resting quiet and incorruptible, each cared for by perfect automatons, equally incorruptible, while the minds of all the bodies freely melted one into the other, indistinguishable.

      Man said, "The Universe is dying."

      Man looked about at the dimming Galaxies. The giant stars, spendthrifts, were gone long ago, back in the dimmest of the dim far past. Almost all stars were white dwarfs, fading to the end.

      New stars had been built of the dust between the stars, some by natural processes, some by Man himself, and those were going, too. White dwarfs might yet be crashed together and of the mighty forces so released, new stars built, but only one star for every thousand white dwarfs destroyed, and those would come to an end, too.

      Man said, "Carefully husbanded, as directed by the Cosmic AC, the energy that is even yet left in all the Universe will last for billions of years."

      "But even so," said Man, "eventually it will all come to an end. However it may be husbanded, however stretched out, the energy once expended is gone and cannot be restored. Entropy must increase to the maximum."

      Man said, "Can entropy not be reversed? Let us ask the Cosmic AC."

      The Cosmic AC surrounded them but not in space. Not a fragment of it was in space. It was in hyperspace and made of something that was neither matter nor energy. The question of its size and Nature no longer had meaning to any terms that Man could comprehend.

      "Cosmic AC," said Man, "How may entropy be reversed?"


      Man said, "Collect additional data."


      "Will there come a time," said Man, "when data will be sufficient or is the problem insoluble in all conceivable circumstances?"


      Man said, "When will you have enough data to answer the question?"


      "Will you keep working on it?" asked Man.

      The Cosmic AC said, "I WILL."

      Man said, "We shall wait."


      "The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down.

      One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.

      Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.

      Man said, "AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"


      Man's last mind fused and only AC existed -- and that in hyperspace.


      Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even AC existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to AC far less than was a man to Man.

      All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, AC might not release his consciousness.

      All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.

      But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.

      A timeless interval was spent in doing that.

      And it came to pass that AC learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.

      But there was now no man to whom AC might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.

      For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC organized the program.

      The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.

      And AC said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"

      And there was light.

    • Quantum thoughts and The Last Question

      1 week ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering

      For those unaware (read: All of you probably) - I'm a huge fan of Theoretical Physics and all the fun stuff that comes with it (Quantum Field Theory and Quantum Mechanics, Modified Newtonian Dynamics, Quantum Tunneling, Black holes, string theory, you name it).

      I've long imagined our universe as a giant quantum like machine. There's evidence to support this theory (Double slit experiment, wave collapse upon observation on micro and macro scales), but for me it's more about a living system. 

      We already know that all of space is expanding. And not only expanding, but expanding at an accelerated rate (See Dark Energy). This means that at some point in the distant future, all light from galaxies outside the Milky Way will never be able to reach us, thus negating a large portion of information from the lexicons of those in the future. 

      Given that, I'd almost like to think each galaxy is its own "instance" of some sort of quantum processing. You can call it a simulation if you really wanted to, but I'm not sure that I like the term so much. Simulation only applies to those outside of it - for all intensive purposes it's our reality and we should treat it as such. We don't worry about how The Sims interact with each other inside the sims, but maybe the sims do and we're completely unaware of it because we're outside that simulation. 

      Each person a Q-bit, each galaxy a quantum processor. All working toward....something. If you've ever had the pleasure of reading The Last Question by Isaac Asimov - you should ABSOLUTELY do so. I'll put a link here but I'll put a separate journal entry with the entire story for those interested in not leaving the RT site.

      Basically I have a small inkling that we're part of a greater system - much larger than we think. It's working toward something, an end point. Is it to find the answer to reverse entropy? Is it to find a solution on warp drives, curving spacetime, generating infinite energy?

      Time will eventually tell but I like putting these thoughts into a permanent space. It gives me a sense of calm that perhaps one day someone else can read these words and know they're not alone.

    • I work at now! But not in Austin...

      2 weeks ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering

      I work for the world's leading job search site now. for those that don't know is headquartered in Austin, TX. I'm currently in their San Francisco office helping build out their data sciences team. I'm gonna be in training for a few weeks, but while I'm in training I thought I'd share a few facts and figures about this interesting place:

      - is used a lot. Like..... A LOT A LOT. More people get hired through than every other job board and job search site - COMBINED

      - That traffic total? Well over 200 million unique monthly users. I can't give out exact numbers, but rest assured it's a fuckton

      - is a privately held arm of a company that's traded on the Japanese Stock Market. Our CEO is Japanese, along with several leaders (I secretly super love this)

      - This company added about 1,500 employees in a year with an attrition rate of 3% (Voluntary leave and termination combined). That's unreal

      - They have a product called JobSpotter - where you can take a photo of a help wanted sign posted on a business and indeed will make a job posting for them. You get paid 50 cents for every application to that job.

      I'll add more to this as I learn more :D

    • Merry Christmas :-)

      3 weeks ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering

      Hope everyone gets some fun stuff this year and spends quality time with their families :D

    • Bethany knows stuff is the greatest game of all time

      6 months ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering

      HOLY SHIT I had no idea Bethany was lacking some basic knowledge. She's female USA Gavin. But the game is made soooo much better via the inclusion of Chris and Patrick, because both can be equally dumb as well (Christ, especially Chris). 

      I look forward to this game being played more often.

    • My RTX Experience - bite sized

      6 months ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering

      This year I decided to go with Alex to Austin early so we could enjoy the 4th of July in Texas in addition to some fancy eating without the massive crowds that RTX typically brings. I thought I'd write down a few notes about my trip and share them here

      - Barley Swine is a fucking amazing restaurant. We splurged and got the 10 course chefs tasting menu. It was worth $350 for both of us.

      - Hopdoddy's Oreo milkshake is still the best milkshake I've had. Ever

      - There's this tiny little bar/tex-mex restaurant I think on 6th street(?) named Chupacabra that's fucking AMAZING. And seriously, all of the wait staff are attractive AND they're interesting. Shit - the most interesting funny one there was a gay black guy who was super into Overwatch and was chatting us up about Doomfist on the PTR. Also all the female wait staff are instagram models.

      - Micheladas is surprisingly good - I think I saw @Kyle there eating on Saturday? I didn't want to bother him but I'm like 99% sure it was him sitting in a booth with 2 other girls next to a window. Either way - I had the chimichanga and it was delicious as fuuuuuuuuuuck. Would eat again.

      - 4th of July in Austin was lackluster! Seriously! It's TEXAS!!! Everything's supposed to be bigger or something like that but really? What a shit fireworks show - I've seen middle of nowhere towns in Pennsylvania throw up bigger shows than that. Totally not worth standing in 85 degree weather at night sweating my balls off. 

      - The bats coming out of the bridge on congress is fun to watch, also again in heat that's way too hot, and too many fucking visitors (ourselves included) to get a good view. Gets way packed. Do yourselves a favor and go into the neighboring area where the bats fly over (southeast of the south end of the bridge) and they'll fly right over you.

      - RTX itself was ...packed. WAY too much. It felt like less attractions than last year with 15,000 more people with way worse ways to cope with the increased foot traffic. Metal detectors were just a small part of the problem.

      - Booth and store lines being capped when there's almost an entire hall worth of empty space they could have used as a way for people to line up seems like a giant waste and just contributes to people floating nearby just to get a chance to get into line. THIS IS NOT SCALABLE. Find a new solution.

      - Escape room - lmfao the line for that was so stupid. Nope, didn't even bother trying it.

      - Didn't bother with autographs, no one interesting worthwhile by the time weekenders got to sign up. Fuck you VIP (I might get VIP next year whatever blow me)

      - I got to meet @Ray !! He's super nice, got his shirt and an autograph. HE'S worthwhile and I didn't have to sign up for shit. That's how you do it.

      - I also got to meet Jess Kovic, Adam's wife from Funhaus! She's SUPER sweet and Alex and I bought t-shirts from her. 

      - Pretty sure I saw Anna Hullum somewhere on the show floor but I didn't have time to say hi in person

      - Got to meet Luke McKay from the old RT comics and Balls 2 That. Bought a book and had him autograph it. He's a super cool dude, I play Hearthstone with him from time to time :D

      - The RT Store was nice, had some good extras. Kinda annoyed to find out on Sunday that shirts were buy 1 get 1 free after I spent $400 on shirts on Saturday.

      - Southwest lost that same bag of $400 worth of shit on my way back home

      - They found the bag 2 days later. Assholes. 

    • Autograph codes are useless unless you're VIP (Rant)

      7 months ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering


      I checked the site at 8:01 AM (after the RTX site didn't update with a fucking link to use your autograph codes. I had to go to twitter first searching for it in a panic) and instantly I see that over 2/3 of the sessions were already sold out. 

      So why bother giving weekend pass people autograph codes if we can't fucking use them? I'm not going to be nice about this. Unless you get a VIP badge - don't fucking bother trying to get an autograph. I'm sorry but VIP shouldn't be getting two codes, it REALLY fucks it for the rest of us and makes the experience unenjoyable. I could pull the "I've been a fan for 14 years, registered member, sponsor and double gold" horseshit but in the end that doesn't matter. What matters is that the company values money more than they do the fandom at this point. At least that's how it comes across. 

      Either reduce VIP to one code, or make it a random lottery. The system was unfair before, it's unfair now. It needs to change.

    • Rooster Teeth Overwatch players?

      8 months ago

      borisof007 HR Manager, Engineering

      I play on XBL and PC - anyone else?

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    • borisof007 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold HR Manager, Engineering

      10 months ago

      Holy shit I have comments on here from 12 years ago

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      4 years ago

      Happy FU Day!

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      4 years ago

      thanks for accepting the request! and congrats on the FU! smiley0.gif

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      Congrats on the FU!!

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      4 years ago

      Happy FU! :)

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      FU? Cheers!!!

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      4 years ago

      Happy FU!!!!

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      HAPPY FU!! :D

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      4 years ago

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      4 years ago

      Hey there you :)

      • borisof007 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold HR Manager, Engineering

        4 years ago

        I get up at 6 to get ready for work. MWO is super fun though, you should try it if you can, f2p.

      • JazzyBellz FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold

        4 years ago

        I've heard of that game, but I've never actually played it. Dang, that suckssss. Do you have to be up super early?

      • borisof007 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold HR Manager, Engineering

        4 years ago

        I am playing a little Mechwarrior Online before I go to bed. I work in Fremont but live in Tracy, so my commute's a bit rough.

      • JazzyBellz FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold

        4 years ago

        Just playing Minecraft. How about you?

      • borisof007 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold HR Manager, Engineering

        4 years ago

        Not too bad. What're you up to at this near midnight hour?

      • JazzyBellz FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold

        4 years ago

        I'm alrighty and yourself?

      • borisof007 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold HR Manager, Engineering

        4 years ago

        Why hello there! How're you?

    • general08

      8 years ago

      Woot, on at same time.

    • evilcherry

      13 years ago

      what is up with everyone and the amazing music and T.V. shows at this place? lol, p.s. love the pics

    • dyskrasia

      13 years ago

      Happy New Year!

    • borisof007 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold HR Manager, Engineering

      13 years ago


      I REMEMBER THAT!! lol

      that was so funny when i first saw that, where did you get that from?

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      13 years ago


    • dyskrasia

      13 years ago

      Okay wait, is your friend Sean a lesbian? If he isn't, how the heck am I supposed to help him out? :insert surreal icon here:

    • borisof007 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold HR Manager, Engineering

      13 years ago

      no problem, just hit me up on AIM, or email me at

    • dyskrasia

      13 years ago

      I'm a week late, but thanks for the hair compliment...I don't know if I thanked you already, but thanks again.

    • LiquidHavoc

      13 years ago

      wow, another guy from Tracy Ca
      I wonder if we ever crossed paths in the West Valley Mall

    • Show

      13 years ago

      take it easy on insulting the regulars... not a good way to establish yourself... Quazz recently got back from Iraq, so he deserves all the respect in the world... take it easy on the flamewars overall.... just get a bit more low key

    • borisof007 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold HR Manager, Engineering

      13 years ago

      where exactly in the basement to you go? Because there's like 3000 topics down there, a name would narrow the tedious search down a little

    • Show

      13 years ago

      Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!

      I gave you +3 for having enough sense to realize that in my journal. Fucking Rock! You sir look like a level headed individual. I try to rally the few of those we have struggling through these forums and direct them to the Basement where we only stupid for amusement. Rest assured, we can hold a good conversation if necessary and overall I think it's more fun in there... I suggest you head down and check the place out. Good to have you on the forums. Yo

    • borisof007 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold HR Manager, Engineering

      13 years ago

      not bad, yourself?

    • lenny

      13 years ago

      hey im lenny hows it goin friends??

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