Formula 1 Drivers, MotoGP Tires, and Life in the Matrix

WTF am I talking about?  Let’s start my incoherent ramblings with an awesome video that  I picked up from a post on my friend Brett’s blog that really caught my attention.  I have  been watching similar videos about the stress that goes into MotoGP racing, so check that video out as well.

The F1 Video:

Moto GP Tire Technology:

 

I do this a lot when it comes to computers (watch out, I’m rambling again…).  I sometimes think I have a brain like Michael Scofield in Prison Break – I feel like I sometimes see through the Matrix and get obsessed with thinking how things actually work rather than just taking for granted the fact that they work like I think most people do.  I wish I could just be satisfied with the fact that things exist and that is that, (I think I would be a lot happier if I could just see things that way) but I can’t.  I can’t just use WordPress and take for granted that this is pretty cool software that is allowing me to post this blog entry right now.  I immediately start thinking of how I can understand exactly how the software works  and what is really allowing me to interact with it.  I want to see the code behind the scenes and understand how the web server it’s running on is processing the PHP and how it’s interacting with a mySQL database behind the scenes to store the data in my post.  What schema is that database using?  I go into PHPmyadmin and check it out, even write a few queries to investigate.  But I’m still not satisfied.  I’m starting to do this more and more with everything.

 

Thankfully, to alleviate some of this, I happened to meet this cool bro on Reddit who offered to teach programming.  I’ve taken quite a few programming classes (C++, VB, Java) throughout my years of schooling, but I think in order to satisfy this urge to understand these things, I’m going to really need to learn this stuff.  So I’ve gotten to know Rohit from Reddit who is in Dubai.  We meet most nights on Skype for an hour to go through C++ programming.  I’ve cranked out a few programs so far, and every night he tasks me with more and more stuff.  I’m hoping to tackle C++, then move on to more web-oriented languages (Ruby? Python?) and Java so I can start messing around with some Android apps.  I just want to be more technical, I want to be able to walk the walk and talk the talk.  I guess this will help in my career as I’m always managing software projects and devs really don’t respect PM’s because they think they are always full of shit.  The more I know, the better I can relate to them on these sort of projects.

 

Anyway, I’m not sure why I can’t just be satisfied after finishing my MBA and just enjoy not having any homework to do every night, but I just can’t.  I need to continue to be learning, exploring, investigating and figuring out how the fuck things work.  I think I’ll go insane otherwise.  Maybe I really am insane?

 

Somebody read this and leave me a damn comment! And have a great day :)

Sidetracked by The Amazing Coors Light Beer Cake

Let me begin this post with the most awesome picture I have ever seen to date.  I jumped on Facebook tonight, and much to my delight I saw THIS:

 

Coors Light Cake
Delicious Coors Light cake created by my awesome friend from home, Tara.

 

Holy shit.  Talk about those lame cooking shows that chicks watch like Cake Bitch and Cupcake Cunt or whatever they are called (side note: bonus feature of being single – I don’t have to sit through that shit anymore) – my friend Tara would put those bitches in the ground with this creation.  It’s confirmed – this thing consists of 3 layers of cake, and the Coors Light cans are the only thing better than Coors Light – RICE KRISPY TREATS!  Can you believe this concoction?  I can only surmise that this is what Jesus gives you on your birthday in Heaven.  Mother of God, Tara, you have really outdone yourself.

 

A side note about the creator of this masterpiece: in high school we always had an inside joke between Evan (my twin brother), and our good friend Tara (I think Tara an I even dated for a bit – you can see why when you look at this cake) that she was such a good cook, the only career for her once she got out of high school would be to join the army as a cook.  Hence our nickname for Tara, “Front Line Cook”.  Ok, doesn’t sound so funny in retrospect here, but you can see that she’s one hell of a cakerer (is that a word?  Creator of cakes).

 

I would also like to point out to my favorite dirt bag friends, KJo and Jbizzle should they read this, NOTICE that the piss water Bud Light is haphazardly discarded and laying on it side in its proper place of shame, meanwhile the Blue-Mountain, Frost-brewed, wide-mouth vestibules of ice cold liquid joy are so prominently displayed.  Suck it!

 

For everyone else, meet the creator of this delicious creation –  This is Tara, one of the coolest chicks I know:

 

Tara Stallings
My good friend Tara "Front Line Cook"

 

Anyway, I digress.  This post has really gotten off topic.  What initially started out as a deep, thought provoking post got completely derailed by a picture of a beer cake.  What can I say, I’m a simple fuckin’ man.  Since I had a great time writing this post about a cake which turned out to be quite substantial, I’m going to save for tomorrow the post I initially set out to write here about a change of attitude and motivation in my life that came my way by means of a Filthy Nomad traveling the world on a motorcycle with nothing to his name other than a bag of weed and a titanium rod in his leg from a motorcycle crash.

 

With that, I’ll just leave you of a taste of the wisdom this genius possesses.  Behold this YouTube video my buddy Alex recorded sometime last year.  He was on his second trip back into Alaska by way of Canada and had to hide a satchel of green in the woods before the Washington border crossing.  He had every intention of retrieving it on his way back, but ended up getting in a gnarly motorcycle crash in Alaska and snapped his leg like a twig.  Well that satchel ended up staying where he buried it for almost 2 years, marked only by a pillar of rocks in some obscure shape that was only known to him.  I imagined this like Blackbeards treasure hidden on some remote island with a skull jammed into the tip of a cutlass hammered into the ground, or Cortez’ stash of Aztec gold, hidden underground with only a tattered map to mark its place …..ok fuck my imagination is running wild and I’ve watched too many pirate movies and I’m starting to ramble.  Anyway, check out his video on YouTube of when he came back 2 years later to dig up the “green gold” that he hid…the suspense will almost kill you!   hahahaha

 

I’ll leave you with that and I’ll return tomorrow with some more thoughts.  I’m dedicating myself to posting religiously from now on as a means to get some thoughts off my chest.  My life is changing pretty drastically, and I want to get some thoughts on virtual paper to figure out how I want it to change.

 

I’m heading out to Plaster City tomorrow morning to blow the cobwebs off the CRF with AK47, K, and one of my lifelong best friends Big Pat!  I’ve got the GoPro charged up, so hopefully tomorrow night everyone can enjoy my latest crash footage.

 

Good Night!