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"It hurts to admit when you've made mistakes, but when they're big enough, the pain only lasts a second."

About the previous note...
After a little thought, I come to a conclusion that as much as teenagers might know what is wrong, or right, there is still something missing, the strength to overcome a peer pressure.
I knew at that age that drinking hard liquor and smoking was wrong, in fact I knew it very well because I managed to conceal it from critical eyes of adults.
They were not the movies, or pop-culture, that influenced me. I think it was the immediate environment.

If the parents/guardians represent the essence of hypocrisy, if they give the child bad example, or no example, then the teenager will probably rebel against those hippocratic values.

There is nothing we can do to prevent child�s access to alcohol, smokes and drugs, there is nothing we can do about their sexuality, in fact, (in case the reader was raised under the rock, or forgot it already) sex is all the kids talk about from age of about 11-12 until end of high school. Analyzing that exposure bestowed on me, and my friends, some of us came thru the teenage years better than others, I remember couple of my (good looking) girl friends that went to the parties and managed to relatively stay sober and keep their virginity throughout the high school, the rest of us did not fare as well. The only differentiator was the value systems carried out of the childhood homes. For some it was just good parents, others were the mix of religious beliefs and a good example at home.

When we are young we have a very little appreciation for life and extremely shaky self-esteem, if we run low on it, whether it is good, or bad, we try we try to build it thru acceptance of peers, which prompts us to behave cool, and that usually is not equivalent to social norms of good behavior. The self-esteem, and strength to overcome the peer pressure, can be built by loving parents that adhere to the same principles, but really, who has got time for that nowadays?

sxyme4utosee

I've read an article in Newsweek during the lunch:

A girl has a web site titled "sxyme4utosee", meets several men for sex, online and off. On her Web site she uses a vulgar, sex and racial remarks and slang as well as provocative images. Then when she gets killed while fucking a guy she arranged to see on the back-lot of McDonald's, some idiot entitles her picture "Lost Innocence". The article title is "A Chat-Room Encounter's Tragic End".

- Hello?!? How are we supposed to react? To wonder about this cruel world and the innocent girl (age 13) in it? Did she not know exactly that what she was doing was wrong, did she not say it openly that she is living a double life? I think the America's public should grasp a reality...

"Another whore bites the dust"

FotoArtLib.com

I shot a lot of pictures by the Chicago River during the lunch today. I hope that at least one will be a "keeper". The Web site is comming around, it is becoming a nice stop on the Internet. I would like to add at least average of one good photo per day, but I don't want to use any of a mediocre quality. It takes more than 20 shots on the same subject to get one right. FotoArtLib.com

I have an idea for a new photo set, say, "Chicago wrapped in Nature". Cheesy? Nevertheless, I want to mix shots of nature within big city. We don't have Central Park, but Chicago has it's green spots.

Today, for a change, I feel somewhat elation. I did not feel that way for such a long time that I would say it is a new feeling, or maybe it feels anew every time you feel it.
I noticed that my work situation greatly influences my spirits. Recently, I was allowed to do my job again, I remember I used to love my work when I was really running technology departament. Also, taking and processing pictures gives me a great pleasure and a good hobby to take my mind off the thought how low indeed we live our lives.

I am happy that some of my friends on moving on with their lives and doing what they want, where they want it, may it be NY, or Arizona. Everyone is so different, yet beautiful.

paddling a canoe... with a tennis racket

Programming Web with ASP/VBS is like paddling a canoe... with a tennis racket.

I am so frustrated. (explanation for all of you geeks out there) I have been programming ASP pages and discovered that a certain instance of a variant (root of all evil) in VBS can be:
- neither an object, Null, nothing, zip, nada
- nor have any length, not nothing, not zero, not a Null length.
I cannot detect it with any comparison, as if somebody erased all reference of it from the memory.
I call it varBlackHole.

Recipe for this varBlackHole?

Pull a Null from MS SQL, stuff it into an Scripting.Dictionary Object (e.g. objDict("myDBNull") ), pass that reference to a function as regular variant (e.g. funFunCheckValue( objDict("myDBNull") ) ).

Function funFunCheckValue( varBlackHole )
   ' Hello World! I am a varBlackHole variant and I am absolutely useless!
   funFunCheckValue = varBlackHole
End Function

Yesterday, on Sunday, Ji and I made a trip to Lincoln Park Conservatory. See pictures we took on www.FotoArtLib.com.

Heartburn; it is not an illness, but it can really mess up your day. I cannot finish the lunch my wife made for me, I took 2 tables of the medicine, but it does not feel like a solution. I cannot drink beer, champagne, even juices, I guess the doctor visit is nearing up.

My wife is creating a new Web site FotoArtLib.com. I am looking forward to own FujiFilm FinePix 4900Z digital camera. Go figure. Details later.
Yesterday Ji's mother came in from Korea, a lot of nice stuff....

Here is our company's Organizational Chart. I cannot claim that I created the image, but to reflect our company I definitelly had to add a lot of the dead birds and the fat one flying away with a lot of undeserved money.

Spending my time at work reading CIDX (Chemical eStandards) 1363 pages of it. I believe in practical solutions, I am not sure if this (1363 pages) can be practical, who will have nerves to go thru it and adhere to the standards? I like one particular quote "It has been determined that ChemXML 2.0 will not be backward compatible... As of Q400, ChemXML 1.0 was not in production use by any chemical company." This tells it all.

Last night I watched "Don't say a word" with Michael Douglas -- mediocre movie, not much a psychological pursuits, not a really good action (full of mistakes), not scary, not anything really. Michael Dougles (one of my favorites) had better times.

Wisdom of Rahul's CS professor:
"The most important thing in life is to watch out when you cross the street so the truck won't hit you; everything else is secondary."

The verdict is still out on what is the most important thing in life, but I will surely consider. The satement above definitely brings you to reality; those things that we consider so important just weren't.

Reclaiming Myself

Sometimes, I feel insignificant, as if I’ve become a shadow of who I once was. This moment, writing these words, is proof.

Where did that fire go?
The drive, the passion that once made me feel alive?
I look back and wonder—have I spent my days chasing someone else’s definition of success?
Trying to impress, conform, keep up—instead of just being myself?

I won’t find happiness in the expectations of others. That much is clear.

Resolution:

I want to escape the noise, reclaim the stillness, and remember what makes me me.

Marriage jokes and aphorisims

You have two choices in life: you can stay single
and be miserable, or get married and wish you were dead."

At the cocktail party, one woman said to another,
"Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?"
The other women replied, "Yes I am, I married the wrong man."

A lady inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Husband wanted".
Next day she received a hundred letters. They all said the
same thing: "You can have mine."

When a woman steals your husband, there is no better revenge
than to let her keep him.

Eighty percent of married men cheat in America. The
rest cheat in Europe.

A woman is incomplete until she is married. Then she
is finished.

A little boy asked his father, "Daddy, how much does
it cost to get married?" And the father replied, "I don't
know son, I'm still paying."

Young son: Is it true Dad, that some parts of Africa
a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her? Dad: That
happens in every country, son.

Then there was a woman who said, "I never knew what
real happiness was until I got married; and by then it was
too late."

Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

If you want your spouse to listen and pay strict attention to
every word you say, talk in your sleep.

Just think, if it weren't for marriage, men would go through
life thinking they had no faults at all.

You know the honeymoon is pretty much over when you start to
go out with the boys on Wednesday nights, and so does she.

First guy: "My wife's an angel!" Second guy: "You're lucky,
mine's still alive."

Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the
street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they
are attractive to the opposite sex.

programming, managing and sales

Coding is a commodity; not unlike clueless managers, the only differences are that we have more of later around here, also, you cannot outsource wish writing to India.
Good programming, on the other hand, is a rarity, but our managers would not know this make-it-or-break-it difference. With the Internet-tech company where boss thinks the salesperson is an idol and programmer is an idiot, maybe in the near future the skills most in demand will be resume writing and interviewing, but isn't that sales after all?

Terrible day for me and my family:
Everything lined up to warn me about what is to come. Every time it is like a voice calling from heaven: "I will throw as many obstacles as it takes for you to realize what I have prepared for you."
I feel empty, some hope was taken away, some light, some meaning. I feel cynical towards the life.
Somebody said "Nothing matters!" Just a few days ago I had this argument saying "No, it matters, life is composed of chain of moments, cannot skip that."
People we love, moments we live are what matters, what we do and how we do it is what matters, this is what we will be accounted for.
Today I learned that another soul joined the heavens. It joined the heavens because it was accounted for what it was. I live my life and for this life I will be accounted, I need to live it the best I can. No arrogant fool will tell me that "Nothing matters." because it does, God put me on Earth to make the best living I can, this is my destiny and duty. It always seem true that the grass is greener on the other side, and fools get fooled easily. Today, God decided to strike me for my arrogance, put a log on my path, but also God put me on this path to walk and walk I will.

Sometimes I find it so difficult to cope with the reality that I feel like crying. Constant distractions, headache. I cannot concentrate for 15 minutes to write any good code, always issues and unknown. Can't just Network administrators know the network, DB Admins know their Data Bases and programmers their applications. Why some people have to know everything and some are excused from thinking. I feel stupid, really stupid and it hurts because if I were to concentrate on one task, i.e. writing Java code it would be really good, I know it. I loose in this rat-race game of know it all.

OK, after trillions of days of neglect I need to update my Blog.

02.28.2002
Finished EHSsuite XML search, the will be more twicks, but most work done, release to life on Friday.

02.20.2002
Date to remember. I got married. The life-changing event was not too life changing. Life goes on. If you choose to be with someone neither the priest, nor the judge will influence it. It is a decision between two people. And most of all, it is your own decision, you have made it a long time before you said "I do" in the marriage.
Now most of the people who are the least interested in my life know and accepted the thought of me being married. Life is better together, it is a good feeling when somebody else is at home with you. We weren't created to live alone.

I discovered how low most of my coworkers are. In total lack of integrity they cannot admit that they falsely accused one of the guys, not to mention about defending him, right Mr. Integrity Man?
Don't worry I feel the shame for you. Enjoy standing tall and being right, because you are standing alone and more alone you will be unless you realize this.

The poor guy is a programmer, yet he is blamed for a company mail server running out of hard drive which is entirely network's administrator's fault.

Next thing, I guess, will be to blame my Web Designer for future, misconfigured firewall for our WebSite server at the hosting facility. After all, a firewall configuration "is an essential component for the it to run and if we are using you should know how it works!" (as my boss is saying) In another words my Web Designer is surely incompetent.

Any advise for the staff?
Sure: Know it all, from accounting, thru customer service, be a superior programmer in at least 5 languages, configure Web servers, email exchange servers, network administration and security, fax, ftp, all the possible services and their effect and everything else, know all the Microsoft bugs and fixes and then and only then, maybe my boss will consider keeping you.

Today I worked on Apple's WebObjects 5, trying to understand it's architecture. I bounced agaist a lot of problems, I think the server works nicely, but I am afraid that it is trying to be so simplistic that will limit us in the future. There is only one way to know, learn it. I hate to work without a goal, and learning is NOT a goal for me. I need to get something DONE. This is the secret of my failure in school. Some people learn just to learn (and sometimes never use it), I learn ONLY if I can use it.
Ann's birthday, happy 24!

The day of 02/20/2002 -- what a date! I guess I will never forget it.
The whole deal was not much of a deal, but who cares, we don't do it for others, but for ourselves. Some things are important only between the people, not beside them.

Where I Belong

February is a good month to be born in.
Happy birthday, Maya. Kareem. Ann.

If I were in Poland, I’d also celebrate my name day, the second biggest celebration after birthdays—but that’s not a custom here.

This morning, Ji ate bigos for breakfast. I knew she’d feel sick, but at this moment, I let her eat whatever she wanted. I guess I'll have the afternoon to myself.

A vacation this year? I doubt it.

I miss the mountains.

I miss the patches of snow clinging stubbornly to spring.
The sound of streams rushing over rocks, the crisp air, the way birds call and echo through the trees. I want to drive again through open deserts and high ranges, where the land stretches wide, and freedom isn’t just an idea—it’s something you feel in your chest.

I love this country. I love freedom. But I feel homesick.

I was born in the mountains, and it is there where I belong.

Here, in the city, I feel trapped.

On the trail, people nod and say, “Hello there, how are you doing?” Here? Nobody cares. I hate big cities.

Last night, I watched the Men’s Super G at the Salt Lake City Olympics.
To an outsider, it may not seem like much—there are faster and flashier sports —but if you understand what it means to race downhill at 55 mph, you feel it in your bones.

To me, it's the ultimate challenge.

Imagine this:
Drive your car on an uneven country road at 55 mph.
Now, stick your head out the window.
Take a ski pole and try to jab it into the ground.
At the same time, make 45-degree turns.

If your truck survives the exercise, you’ll have a slim idea of what it takes to ski.

It’s just a person, speed, and gravity. The G in Super G stands for Giant, but to me, it stands for G-force.

Your muscles burn on each turn.
Unlike tires, the razor-sharp edges of your skis carve through snow and ice.
The wrong edge at the wrong angle? You’re gone.

It’s an on-the-edge sport.

Every mistake and every bump can have consequences. You fly 90 feet per second. A misjudged turn by a couple of degrees, and you miss the gate. There’s no room to spare, no millisecond to procrastinate.

I miss skiing. I miss the mountains.

Wandering
"Lovers think they're looking for each other,
but there's only one search: wandering
this world is wandering that, both inside one
transparent sky. In here
there is no dogma and no heresy.

Stretch your arms and take hold the cloth of your clothes
with both hands. The cure for pains is in the pain.
Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both,
you don't belong with us."


I don't think I am cynical when it comes to the subject of love, or the friendships in general. Should I be?
My whole life has been like an outline of Rocky Mountains right before the dawn. The steep rising peaks and sharply falling valleys contrasting against bright horizon of the sky.
My whole life I felt deprived of love. There are not too many things I can complain about my childhood; I am thankful to my parents for the way I was raised and to God the way my life played out until now. Truly, I cannot complain about my life. Yet, at the same time ever since I can remember I was in constant search of love from others, my hopes have risen so many times and I got disappointed just as many. People, who, I hoped, would see me, the real me, inside did not, and people who should have stayed went away. Friends proved false and selfish. People that I hoped would love forever broke my heart so many times that I practically lost belief in love.
How many times did I promise love forever, how many times was I promised one? Didn't I keep that promise for years after my heart was broken? And if I did, what does it change? After all, I broke them and there is no more love in my heart for those I promised it previously. It is reality of life, but nevertheless, my word, I feel, is worthless. Hypocrisy I have spoken, sin I have committed time and time again.
So what are the friendship and the love? Is it more than a temporary alliance between couple of people as the life is trying to teach us?
I still have hopes; I would like to be young again, na�ve and full of boundless love, I don�t want to break peoples� hearts the way mine was broken, I would not want to speak hypocrisy again. I would want my few friends to see me beyond the way I look, beyond my career, ambitions, sex, religious preferences, and most of all beyond layers and layers of baggage we carry, the complexes we are having. When we strip the onion of cultural baggage we accumulated, there is the loving and caring me, full of feelings, open to others and to God.
All my life my deepest desire was to be embraced with presence of my soul mate, a friend who I could be open to my deepest feelings, and who would open likewise. My search was never sexual; it was a search for ultimate intimacy between two human beings. It hurts and bothers me when people joke and bring me to the level of primal sex; this is so much not I! I�ve been never interested in the prostitutes, or the strippers, intimacy between people should not be mistaken with sex. My search took me to a lot of people and hence the misunderstandings.

Here I stand, a disillusioned betrayer, on the beginning of new road hand-in-hand with a loving person by my side.

I ask myself what is love? Wandering?
Am I worth this test of time? Definitely not!
Will you be happy with me? Yes.

Maybe it was a sin when I promised love before and I broke that promise. A sin of lie, but I feel it would also be a greater sin to turn your back to a chance of being proven wrong.

I feel no guilt; I would not forgo anything I experienced in the past. I am grateful and humbled. I feel the weight of layers of accumulated baggage like I never felt before, my soul screams tonight and hopes that I rip my clothes off my body, go to the desert, alone, wandering, preparing to face my Beloved in the ultimate intimacy.

God in revelation to Moses by Rumi

"Did you come as a Prophet to unite, or to sever?

I have given each being
a separate and unique way
of seeing and knowing
and saying that knowledge.

What seems wrong to you
is right for him.
What is poison to one
is honey to someone else.

[...]

I am apart from all that.
Ways of worshipping
are not to be ranked as better
or worse than one another.

Hindus do Hindu things.
The Dravidian Muslims in India do what they do.
It's praise, and it's all right.

It's not me that's glorified in acts of worship.
It's the worshipers!
I don't hear the words they say.
I look inside at the humility."

- God in revelation to Moses (by Rumi)

Monday was another late night, maybe 11:30PM. We took a little break at 4:30PM, I went home to JI had patato-pancake dinner she cooked, slept for 40 min. and back again to work. Today we released Live02 Software and Web site, good deal. Not too many things left, no complaints heard, really good deal. Maya has 40 item list of changes, I got 10 functionality issues, but stuff looks good by now.

Work:
On Sunday I got to work before 11AM, stayed until about 3PM, took a break, went shopping with Ji to Old Navy and then to the gym, by the time we were getting out Maya called to pick here up on the way to work. We arrived about 7PM and stayed until 3:30AM. On the positive note Atul and Dan (whether thuthfully, or not) were very happy in the morning with the amount of work we did, that was so much different form the tone of the nasty emails Atul was sending on Sunday and argument we had on Saturday. He totally does not know how to keep his people motivated. He streeses me to the point that sometime I cannot keep my mouth shot and explode, nobody else has such a strong effect on me. This is probably because that people that I feel are inferior mentally I tend to excuse, but in case of Atul who is very smart, my expectations are very high for both technology knowledge as well as management skills.

Philosophies: war and religion

War has always been a contradiction in my life. As a former U.S. Marine, I would not hesitate to fight, or even die, for my country’s principles. Yet, as a spiritual person, the resolution is not so simple.

I was raised in a Judeo-Christian culture shaped by Roman Catholicism and later exposed to Buddhism in Asia and Hinduism while working at a yoga temple. I’ve studied Poland’s long history of conflict with the Ottoman Empire and the present struggles against fanatical terrorist groups. Every tradition sheds a different and often contradictory light on war.

Let’s break it down.

Christianity: The Ideal of Nonviolence

Christianity, at its core, rejects war. If one genuinely follows Jesus’ teachings, there is no justification for violence. He preached non-judgment, refused to defend himself, and willingly accepted death. If everyone followed this philosophy, the world would be full of love and free from violence.

Yet, no Christian nation truly follows this doctrine. The Crusades remain one of history’s most shameful contradictions—wars waged in the name of peace. Many Christians still believe their way of life is the only righteous way to live.

Judaism: Justice and Survival

In Judaism, war is permitted when it aligns with justice and survival. The Torah teaches the importance of upholding God’s law, defending one’s people, and punishing enemies when necessary. This tribal wisdom served well 4,000 years ago and still holds relevance today. “Us vs. Them” conflicts (e.g., U.S. vs. Al-Qaeda) fit neatly within this framework. However, the danger is clear: if you are on the other side (e.g., Palestinians), then justice becomes subjective.

Islam: A Struggle for Righteousness

When interpreted correctly, Islam emphasizes justice, discipline, and submission to God. It has not been as diluted over time as Christianity, but it too suffers from rigidity—if you are not Muslim, you are considered wrong.

A fascinating irony: both Jews and Muslims believe in the same God, share the same lineage from Abraham, and recognize many of the same prophets. Yet, they view each other as enemies. Logically, at least one of them must be wrong—perhaps both.

If I follow any of these traditions, I would choose Sufism, the mystical branch of Islam. Open-minded, deeply spiritual, and full of love for God and people, it offers a path that transcends dogma. As Rumi, the Sufi poet, wrote:

"It’s not always a blind man who falls into a pit. Sometimes, it’s one who can see.
A holy one does sometimes fall,
but by that tribulation, he or she ascends,
escapes many illusions, escapes conventional religion,
escapes being so bound to phenomena."

Hinduism: A Vast Web of Beliefs

Hinduism is expansive and full of wisdom, but in the grand scheme of history, it has failed to provide unity. Religious persecutions—both of Buddhists and Muslims—have shaped its past. While it offers profound insight into personal growth, its structure has not prevented internal strife.

Buddhism: A Philosophy, Not a Religion

Buddhism is unique because it does not function as a traditional “religion.” It teaches that all things in life are relative; thus, there is no absolute right or wrong. Its focus on mindfulness, compassion, and karma makes it highly adaptable.

Yet even Buddhism does not entirely reject war. A mindful warrior may still go to battle, but only if all other solutions have failed. This makes it perhaps the most pragmatic view—violence is a last resort, not an inevitability.

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Conclusion: What is the Answer?

If I have learned anything from these traditions, no single belief system holds the absolute truth. Religion shapes perspective, but perspective is not truth.

So what do I believe?
I believe in respecting all spiritual people equally—not judging their traditions but learning from them. If there is a divine truth, it must be more significant than one tribe, one book, or one set of rules.

In the end, scripture does not answer the question of war. It is responded to in the heart of the individual.

Personal Note
Finally I got some sleep. Ji picked me up at 4 PM to go to the gym, but by the time we got in front of the gym's building I realized how weak I feel, so we went home. I slept until 11 PM and feel decent now. Tomorrow, Saturday, is another day of work for me, I hope to wake up early.

Finished work at 2:45 AM, came back after 9 AM not so bad, at least the MSDSonline.com Subscription process is almost finished.

Came home from work after midnight, back at work at 7:20 AM -- like in good o' times. Re-working Subscription/Registration process that had been previously proclaimed as fixed. Three days and a weekend left.

What went wrong in this start up? Part 1

I am convinced that I have no future in this company. I happen to have couple of superiors with characteristics that make any such future impossible.
My CEO as good as is in VC business is not very interested in getting to know technology, how things work, and what does it take to build new stuff, all fine but the problem is that he is heading technology startup company and he does make decisions...
My CTO is obssessed with the delivery of the new products (good thing, most would guess), there are 7 projects, 8 people, and all due to go live within 2 weeks, no chance for anything to go wrong, right!

And so on; my current project is to change look and feel of our Web site. The site has been build in ASP without much of OO components (Java), the philosophy of serving different content to different users influenced whole site. The sign-in process has changed, which influenced registration and subscription, the subscription had to be updated with better flow anyway.
Today with my marketing manager we decided that the flow of the registration does not make sense anymore (effect of different user types functionality) and had to be fixed which triggered adding two pages, and changing few others. The decision was sound from the customer's perspective and from the technology stand point. Trouble is that my boss does not approve of any changes that treaten his deadlines.
Constantly, I struggle with the fact that I am suppose to improve functionality, change look of all pages, yet I should not change the code. We (programmers) find it impposible, but boss do not care. He just wants in the end to stand up to CEO and say "I delivered". Good thing, again, to deliver on time.

What are my options? I already know that all good credits will be taken away from me and my developers (proven many times over last 2 years), I know if I don't deliver on time I may loose my job, I also know that if I deliver stuff does not work perfectly, I may loose my job as well. Delivery of inferior products are not an option, so I have to make decision that certain stuff has to be fixed. As in case of today, and usually, I have to make best decisions, and program fast hoping that it will work and I will finish on time. Bosses have no clue how much work is getting done, they will take the credit for job well done, they will blame me and my departament for any failures. This is our life.

Living with Our Genes

"[...] contrary to pupular belief, the most important enviromental factors are not rearing, education, or social status. Rather they are random and uncontrollable experiences such as the precise concentration of particular chemical in the brain, or something apparently minor like a childhood case of the measles.[...]
We spend billions of dollars -- and hours of sweaty agony -- trying to mold our bodies into the current cultural ideal, only to watch them sag back to their natural shapes.[...] We will eat the way we've always eaten, and we'll have the same activity level we had as children, or even earlier in the womb.[...]
The evidence that IQ is largely inherited is overwhelming.[...]
Encouraging news is that genes don't always play their strongest role until adulthood. Intelligence in children can be very strongly influenced by sdults because infants and youngsters are not capable of simulating themselves intellectually;[...]"

At work in MSDSonline

2/5/02 4:15 PM

Another decent day of work.

The new website is on a staging server; the time is ticking, and it is closer to the deadline of February 15th.

I moved to Kareem's mega-cube, this way, hopefully there will be more thought exchange that will benefit us all, also I should have more clue what is going on in the team.

On Personal Note:
Last night I came home totally pooped, did not even have energy to eat, since Ji was tired and fell asleep I slowly drifted away in front of TV.

On Personal Note:
I feel depressed today. I guess too many things have happened recently. My father being upset last night is on my mind, the uncertain situation in the company does not help either. It does really not matter how hard I try, how good I become in my job, I feel I can never succeed in this company.
During the technology meeting we planned for release of 7 new projects within 2 weeks, it is going to be interesting time. Maya is stressed out. We are releasing new Web site on Feb. 14th, the Valenitine's day, good planning, I guess nobody here has a life, definitely nobody around here is in hurry to see their wives/girlfriends.

Planning to go to the gym with Kareem, in need to run some of the worries out.

Book Notes:
I finished "Genome" by Matt Ridley, I think it is an excellent reading for almost anybody. In his own words: "The literature of genetics and molecular biology is gargantuan and out of date. As it is published, each book, article or scientific paper requires updating or revising, so fast is new knowledge being minted (the same applies to my book)." Nevertheless, one should read this book as it breaks multiple stereotypes that bias our daily lives. The book is comforting and well as alarming, but if anything, it is eye-opening and a good introduction to genetic science.

I, in particular, started to subscribe to chaos and deterministics theories. Oversimplifying grossly, everything in life is determined by some cause-effect fenomena, for most things in life the web of cause-effects are so complicated that are impossible to determine. There is very little of what we could call "free will"; we do what we are. We are shaped somewhere in vicinity of 50% by our heritage (genes), 10% by parent/family/home, the rest is peers. The older we get the closer we are to our original, independent, genetic selves. We can attempt to shape ourselves, and we can condition many things, but like an artist starting a scoupture, the better material we start with, the better chance for final outcome.

Not unlike as leaves floating in the stream, with the wind of external influances trying to blow us back on the shore and cataracts trying to stop us in the progress, we will either end up in the sea, our destination, or rotten on the way.

Personal Notes:
Tonight we had a dinner at my father's place. Dinner was splendid. Mira served deer veals and gulash, tenderloin veals, marinated mushrooms, Polish salads, patatoes, and fine tableware, candles made for good athmosphere among Ji, Kareem, my father, Mira, Maja, Kinga and Jacek (Konrad was watching Super-Bowl at friend's).
We anonunced our engagement which was welcomed, the chat at the table was generally good until it came down to the fact that I changed my name. That upset my father a lot, which was expected of him, I am so sorry it upset him, he does not deserve this, I still believe that my decision was right to change the name, but nevertheless I feel sorry he was hurt. I wish that he will remember what I said that the blood is more important than the name. I know this does not help much.

I want to start my new family in the new country with my new citizenship. I want my name to serve as a name that people can pronounce, not butcher every single time. I want my name not to be as unreadable as a bar-code. I want to give myself, my wife, and my children a better chance without an immediate stigma associated to them because of having a foreign, strange and uncomprehensible name. I knew that it will come at the prize of hurt family, but I think my greater responsibility is to the future, then to the past generations.

Eventualy, conversation by the table turned around and father seemed happy again, but I know it will hunt him for years.

Later, we decided with Ji that if we have a boy we will give him the middle name Grzeszkowiak to memorate the family roots.

Personal Notes:
This morning we watched film "Hope Floats". There is no question that I am a lost-case of romantic. The movie makes me see even stronger how much I want to move to the country-side, close to the nature, and how much I want to live in a small community/town where people know each other, where people's lives unfold and intertwine. I hate the fact that in Chicago, the neighbours, the store-owners do not know my name, that a street that I have been leaving on for 3 years is as foreign and cold as the first time I moved in here. People have innate need for human contact and that will not change in next 5 million years.

Ji and Kareem

This morning we went out with Kareem and Ji to the gym, it is good to have such a good company, I feel fortunate, I hope I deserved it this time.

OK, so today is my 29th birthday, but by no means this is the most important thing on my mind. Let me reflect on life shaping events of the past week.
Most of all I got engaged with Ji. As I wrote it in the email:

"Last night (Thursday, January 31, 2002) we went out with Ji, played in the snow on the beach, had a lot of fun, then I proposed to her in beautiful surroundings of the snow-covered park, I gave her a nice platinum three-diamond ring and now we are engaged to be married."

Today we watched "Forces of Nature," a very appropriate movie for the occasion. I mostly doubted myself if I will ever be a good partner to such a good girl as Ji is, I hope I will, people do change, contrary to what my sister said, and I think I changed a lot.
I have no reservations to whether I made a right choice, if ever, anybody, Ji is the best that could happen to me, a real treasure.

Also, after the ten years in the country, of which four I served in U.S. Marines, I finally got my US citizenship, which is very good news, for me and for Ji.
With the citizenship I changed my legal name to Uki Dominque Lucas, boy, I still have to communicate that to my father....

Late-Commer to this blog thing, happy birthday!

Hello World from Uki.
( I just could not resist doing this, I would otherwise feel like I am failling my fellow geek friends.)

OK, Ann, Kareem, I am a late commer to this whole Blog thing, but got to like it's idea and I hope to use it frequently. So here I am probably because I sometimes feel like the life is just passing in front of my eyes without the single note, memory, or retrospect. Important things are happening that maybe in the future will in interesting, or even fun to read, alone, with my wife, or kids.
I don't assume anybody will go thru the pains of actually reading what I wrote, but in case people do, indeed, read this stuff, I will try to thread lightly as I am known for having very strong opinions and upsetting my peers.
I will treat this as my daily diary and depository of my thoughts, kind of self-conversation that will hopefully help me understand things better and remember what is important as my own memory is terribly discriminating. I am not sure how soon will I start working on look and feel of this particular site, but eventually I shell.
Let me then start this journey and say today is Uki's birthday -- happy birthday Uki!

Proposed to Ji

We went out with Ji, played in the snow on the beach, had a lot of fun, then I proposed to her in beautiful surroundings of the snow-covered park, I gave her a nice platinum three-diamond ring and now we are engaged to be married."

Today we watched "Forces of Nature," a very appropriate movie for the occasion. I mostly doubted myself if I will ever be a good partner to such a good girl as Ji is, I hope I will, people do change, contrary to what my sister said, and I think I changed a lot.
I have no reservations to whether I made a right choice, if ever, anybody, Ji is the best that could happen to me, a real treasure.

Also, after the ten years in the country, of which four I served in U.S. Marines, I finally got my US citizenship, which is very good news, for me and for Ji.
With the citizenship I changed my legal name to Uki Dominque Lucas, boy, I still have to communicate that to my father....