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How do I write so much, you ask? Well, glad you asked -

A few of my friends - three friends, to be exact - mentioned to me that I write a heck of a lot on here and they're impressed. I have convinced the ultra-smart Sami Baqai to start blogging, and he just got the holy-shit-this-is-hard-I'm-overwhelmed feeling. Ah, yes, I have been there Sami. Perhaps I can share some thoughts.

First and foremost, I am a huge devotee of the Equal-Odds Rule. As far as I know, I'm the only person talking about it outside of academia. This Amazon review covers it pretty well:

The equal-odds rule says that the average publication of any particular scientist does not have any statistically different chance of having more of an impact than any other scientist's average publication. In other words, those scientists who create publications with the most impact, also create publications with the least impact, and when great publications that make a huge impact are created, it is just a result of "trying" enough times. This is an indication that chance plays a larger role in scientific creativity than previously theorized.

So I read that, and I'm like - whoa. You know Neo in the Matrix? Whoa.

If you want to make excellent stuff, you need to make a lot of stuff.

On the topic of parents.

On I. Have. No. Idea.

The other night I had a conversation with my housemate. This may not be a big thing for you but it is for me. He's a bit of a recluse. He comes home from work, shuts his door and does some serious gaming. The only reason I know he's home is the yelling from his room. Anyway we had a chat the other night about parents.

He's going for a big trip soon, one, that his parent's don't fully support. We talked about how our parents try and plan everything for our lives and how unhappy it makes us. Then when they can't plan they tell us what we should do and question why we aren't doing it. It was weird that there were so many similarities between his bengali family and my asian one. Then I started talking about the distance between myself and my parents. During college I hardly spoke to them. They wanted me to call them almost everyday but I thought that was too much. So I skipped a couple of days and ignored a couple of calls. At no point in my college life did I actually miss my parents. The frequency of calls didn't allow me to. I started to think how wrong this was last year and how far removed I've become from them.

So now after 22 years (almost 23) I'm trying to get to know my parents. It's never to late to shore up that rift. My housemate did it. His suggestion was that you find a topic you and your parents have in common and just milk it. For him it was cricket with his dad. For me it's badminton with my dad. Well that was what we talked about for the half an hour. Have an excellent day buddies!

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