I wasn't really sure what I wanted to blog about this week, so I looked to my side and there sat the book I'm pages away from finishing, A Working Theory of Love by Scott Hutchins.  Yes, I did just say that I haven't finished it and that's why I want to review it.  I don't know the ending but I'm close enough to have a pretty good idea how it will finish.  

Overall, I really enjoyed the book.  It takes place in San Francisco, CA and is about a man who is working with a scientist on creating artificial intelligence.  He got involved in the project because the scientist wanted to establish the presence of being in this intelligent entity through giving it "life." The scientist stumbled upon the man's father's journals and believed it to be the perfect amount of information to create an artificial person.  The goal was create this computer that would beat the Turing Test. If you don't know what the Turing Test is, click here. The book also looks at the man's life outside of work and how his upbringing has shaped his relationship with other people.  It is written in first person.  If you are at all familiar with San Francisco, you will know most of the references in this book. There are just enough characters in this book to keep up with them all and three-dimensionalize them in your mind.  

I did find it interesting how the author did not wrap up relationships in the book. It's kind of hard to explain, but it reflects that of life.  A lot of relationships are never really wrapped up...they just dissolve or pop in and out of your like wildflowers (or weeds).

I'm looking forward to the final chapter of the book and I would recommend this book to pretty much anyone.  I would give it 4 out of 5 stars.

Song of the moment: Tongues by Joywave (feat. KOPPS)
Today is a significant day is more than one way.  I'm not going to dwell on any one of them because doing so is just silly.  First and foremost, today is the birthday of an extremely dear friend that passed away three years ago.  A day doesn't go by where I don't think about her and her impact on my life.  I miss you, M.  The second significance is if I had stayed in my doctoral program I would have finished my second year comprehensive exams today.  This can be the point in one's academic career where one can make it or break it.  As much as I know leaving the program was the right thing for me to do, again, there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about where I would be had I not left it.  Part of me feels like a quitter (and kind of a failure) and another part of me feels courageous and that it truly was not the right time in my life to pursue it.  It's definitely a bipolar feeling.  These two significant factors in my life actually do overlap, as well.  M was a big part in me pursuing a doctorate.  Not only was she a great friend, but she was a mentor.  

So I took a drive around the Marin Headlands today and snapped a couple of pictures of the Bay.  Literally ten minutes later the sun came out.
More often than not I read about people's first experiences with Pride, it tends to start with the type of household they grew up in.  Without thinking I almost did the same thing with this posting.  Then I realized that it really wasn't relevant to my intended theme, and so I started over.  Here goes.

Pride, the ultimate GSA!  A time when barriers are broken down and people come together to enjoy people for being people.  Granted not all people who attend these festivals have that agenda, but for the most part that's what it comes down to being.  This year was the first Pride weekend I have ever been to and I went with my cousin.  As a lot of people know Pride is a whole weekend, but my liver doesn't have the capacity to party for a whole weekend anymore (nor does my wallet).  So I met up with my cousin on Sunday for the parade.  We walked around, saw some very interesting people, lots of rainbows and people just enjoying themselves.  Then we headed to my other cousin's bar and started celebrating.  We ended up walking around the city and met up with some of his friends at different bars.  I met some great people and eventually I got back home safe and sound.  (Un)fortunately, when you meet new people and they learn you've never been to a Pride event before, they start buying you drinks.  I met quite a few people who don't order drinks with mixers, so I had (was) properly toasted at my first Pride. 

The photos below are from that day.  Some were taken by my cousin (shout out to Graham!) and others were taken by me. You may notice that some of the photos look weird. I'm going to assume I was moving too quickly when I took them and it distorted the pictures.  However, they are still pretty cool looking so I'm including them.  There is also a drunk picture of me just for full partying effect.  Enjoy!

Song of the moment: Party on 5th Ave, Mac Miller