Another freaky date

It all began with a tiny little thought. I have another year, not really a year, 10 months to be precise to finish my PhD and I was thinking of finding a job and maybe do a post doc if I manage to find one, and as I thought about the idea, I decided why not search for other related concepts. Well to me machine vision sounds nicer than image processing at least I could move away from the tiny pixels which are eating my brain these days and move into something more say practical. I attended a machine vision conference and … my god it all sounded so boring. There was no way for me to make any connection with the motion tracking, face recognition or the scary manifolds. No matter how hard I tried I was way off the road. Meanwhile the University started and I started attending a logic course. I used to be into philosophy and logic when I was young. Now I have stopped reading but managed to remain crazy. So I am in these lectures and every thing’s so perfect sometimes I have to remind myself I have to breathe. Oh my god why did I have to go all this way to figure out I love logic in computer.

Now I’m here with less than a year of my PhD and I have figured out I don’t like what I’m doing. I read logic papers and logic books and I enjoy them so much I even prefer them over the nobles I read in bed. God knows how I forced myself to read a paper in image segmentation and all this time I thought it’s normal to not enjoy what you’re studying. (I know I’m dump)

I have to do something about it. No idea what. How bad is it to finish a PhD and start another one? I’m confused, lost and f…

10/10/10

This is just random googled image

This should have been my first post. It was 10/10/10 and I was so excited about the date that I decided to start a blog and write about my desire for a little girl who is somewhere out there waiting to be born, my very own little girl whom I already love so much. I was in the library and instead of studying, started fantasying about this little child in my mind. It was so sweet at first and as it went on it became more and more bitter. At the end I was so depressed that I gave up the idea of writing about it and starting listening to Leonard Cohen’s waiting for a miracle which of course didn’t help. So now after 3 days I’ve came back to start the writing and I really hope not like my earlier attempts this time I’ll keep up with the writing. I’ll write about myself when I’m less down and have less to do.