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The Making of a Dumb Datum

Imagine 10,000 years in the future. Two archaeologists are digging a site, and they find the remains of human bones. They take those remains to the lab, perform tests on them, and try to reconstruct the habits and lifestyle of that human. Say those bones belong to me. They are trying to find out my story, how I lived, what I ate, where I traveled, etc. Once they find all the info they need, they toss it into a museum where they store all other such ancient human remains they find. I was essentially one data point to them in trying to understand how humanity evolved over time. Or I can also call myself a “datum”, the singular form of data, literally one piece of information to solve a bigger puzzle. Honestly, I don’t need 10,000 years to become a datum. I am already a part of several datasets people use these days to study many things. So for that objective learner, I am already a datum. Now let me get to how I got the dumb part of it. I have had an interesting and eventful life so far...
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Miles 1477 - 1485

1.      I am hitting 1500 miles of running this Saturday! I started with the goal of running 1000 miles this year, and somehow managed to do better than that. I can’t help but think I have been very fortunate this year. 2.      I ran the newly constructed extension of Katy trail, and it had hexagon tiles. I started thinking about other polygons, like septagon (7-sided), octagon (8-sided), etc. I forgot what 9-sided and 10-sided polygons are called. Anyways, geometry was never my strong point. 3.      I wore my Eugene Marathon shirt for the run today and a lady randomly asked me, “oh, are you from Eugene? I am from Seattle.” I gave an awkward smile, uttered a sound that was supposed to convey a ‘no’, and just continued running. It made me realize that my social skills have taken a serious hit in recent times. 4.      I saw either a very large rat or a normal sized opossum while running back home. That’s...

Echolocation

Today I thought a lot about concepts like love, relationships, celibacy and purpose of life. I have come to this very honest conclusion that I know nothing. I might learn a thing or two about them in next 40 years, but at the moment, who am I kidding? My knowledge about these matters is equivalent to my knowledge about the bats living in Carlsbad caverns, and I know nothing about bats living in Carlsbad caverns. For now, I choose to just hang upside down in my cave, and emit high frequency pulses that rational humans can’t sense.  

Bang Average

I had a counterintuitive thought today that me being average in all dimensions of life is probably my greatest advantage. This occurred to me after thinking about the Aesop’s Fable where a poor farmer finds a goose that lays golden eggs. Before finding that goose, farmer was an average and unimportant man. But once he found the golden goose, he is rich and important now. I am sure people around him started using words like intelligent, hardworking, handsome etc to describe him from that point onwards. This fed farmer’s arrogance and greed, and he got overly attached to his new found status. So, what did he do? He ended up butchering that poor bird to increase his wealth, and the same people who called him intelligent are now like “jeez, what a moron!”.   So, I think it’s a blessing in disguise that I am bang average at everything. I have no special skills, I am not very rich, I am not blessed with good looks, I have no famous acquaintances, and I am so damn forgettable. I once ...

Fortune Cookie

My fortune cookie today said “your Sunday will be filled with laughter and joy”. I appreciate the sentiment, but I am not going to fall again for the tricks of probability. I know it’s purely random that this fortune note landed in my lap. I could have ordered some other cuisine and this fortune cookie would have been in the belly of some other human. If I assume that there’s a 50% chance this human believes in fortune cookies, 10% chance of this fortune actually proving to be true, and that these two events are independent, then laws of probability say there’s a 5% chance that this fortune cookie would have found its way to someone who actually believes in it and waits until Sunday to see it realize its potential. This is still 5% more than my belief in fortune cookies, which is zero.   

No Nonsense November

1.      Yet another 23-year-old I know is getting married. What was I doing when I heard that news? I was discussing with my friend about using up the PTOs left for this year to go biking around the lake. I sometimes wonder if it’s me that’s holding back, or if it’s the world that’s rushing, to reach this milestone of becoming a grown up. Maybe it’s a bit of both. 2.      Whenever someone tells me they are worried about growing old, I wish I can explain why aging is just wisdom wrapped in a giftbox of wrinkles and gray hair. 3.      I remember this one incident last year where I mistook an airplane in sky to be a star, so I told my friend that I can see a star. He glanced at sky, and with an expression of “are you really this dumb?”, he burst my bubble that it is an airplane. But I fortunately had a quick comeback. I told him if he hadn’t heard of that song which goes like ‘Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are...

Progress

I had an interesting arc in the race I ran today. It was a surprisingly hot and humid day in Dallas, but that didn’t stop me from being too ambitious and starting fast. In hindsight, I should have started conservative and pushed harder in the second half of the race. But I keep having this same hindsight realization from the past three races, so at this point I need to accept it as just how I am wired and plan around it. I can’t prevent that sweet rush of adrenaline from hitting me when I stand at the starting line of a race. Maybe because all of it feels like a wonderful dream, which gets interrupted when my mom wakes me up asking me to get ready for school, and I go back to being that skinny eight-year-old who was mocked in the playground for ‘running funny’ by other kids. So, I better run as fast as I can and give it my all, while I am still inside this dream. At mile 8, my left calf started protesting with a cramp. I underestimated 96% humidity and didn’t carry any sodium, so...

Race

I ran my first half marathon race on Nov 2, 2025. It was a small race organized by Dallas Run Club around White rock lake. When I started seriously training for this race, I had this goal of finishing it under 2 hour 15 mins. But over the course of training, I learned a few things about myself – I don’t have the raw pace or any hidden talent, but I do have this capacity to suffer for an extended period of time. So, upon the suggestion of a friend who is an experienced runner, I changed my target for this race to a sub-2-hour finish time. I trained obsessively with this goal in my mind for almost two months. On the race day, I somehow lost track of the 2-hour pacer, so I tried to stick with the 1:55 pacer. There was this one tiny hill called T&P hill (named after Texas-Pacific Railway line) which comes around the 4-mile mark. I had not trained the muscles needed to run uphills, so I slowed down and saw the 1:55 pacer, surrounded by a group of aspiring 1:55 finishers, pull ahead. B...