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I envy you!

No, I envied them! (2x, but one in particular...)

WARNING: Another Off-Topic Rambling:

While I was over at this kid's house using one of his 'other' computers as he was logged onto that pre-ANSI chat thing (BBS, or whatever it was). I wrote a "C" program to parse a source file, extract what I needed and write the results to another file:

C:>parse source.c results.x

I was so proud of it and its direct simplicity: it was only two screens worth of code. I showed the kid, and he told me it was 'nice' and would work just fine. Then he asked my why I just didn't do this... and in one line of code, he wrote the exact same thing:

int main( argc, argv ) int argc, char **argv; { ONE_LINE_OF_CODE; }

Then he went back to discuss some esoteric "C" thing on his blazingly fast behemoth UNIX system.

I sat there and thought about the word 'envy.' On one hand, I hated him for being way smarter than me (I had 'ego troubles' back then too), on the other hand, he was my friend and I was proud of him and proud to be in his presence.

Yes, he was a kid. Living with his mother, and didn't even have a drivers license yet. He was fluent in seven (7) spoken languages, skipped High School altogether and had finished most of his undergrad at the local college before I knew him. (He was 'smuggled' into the country after an amazing trek across the globe. He then attended 2 days of High School, walked over to the college, signed up after he was interviewed by their admissions staff--I'm sure they were stunned). He and his mother were relatively 'poor' and lived in a small house in the 'bad side of town.'

He and I worked at the same place (dealing with IEEE 696 systems--lol) so that is how I met him.

He was the true hacker. He liked cracking codes and had used his UNIX system in questionable ways. AT&T busted him while I knew him, and the deal they struck was that they wouldn't press charges if they could use his computer between 8PM and 8AM every day for some kind of node transfers they needed.

He and I had the same chemistry professor. He told me about how that professor thought he cheated on a lab assignment. The professor was sure of it since the class was given the wrong molarity of a solution and this kid had the only correct answer; whereas the whole class had the common error. This kid explained that he did the lab assignment at home, so the professor showed up at his house to inspect his tall story. When this kid told me this story, I also disbelieved it as for this particular experiment, one would need a full lab.

The kid showed me what he showed the professor: his garage. A full chemistry lab was in there! I'm sure he earned the money via his talents. (A few years later, he was contracted out to the CDC to help do some research on AIDS)

Again, I was over at his house one day to ask him for help on purchasing an X-Y monitor for a circuit I had. Another friend of his dropped by... a burned out middle-aged 'crazy' guy. This guy started arguing about how my circuit would not work with any X-Y monitor. He used copious quantities electronics jargon that made no sense to me (and it didn't make any sense---and my circuit did work ...as is).

I eventually asked this guy what he did for a living, and he explained how he was unemployed (go figure) ...but he used to work for Intel. He had some personal grudge against them: I'll bet they thought he was unstable. I asked exactly what he did for Intel. He said he designed the internal FIFO architecture for their 8080 CPU. I looked at the kid for verification, and the kid nodded that it was true.

I think I was the kid's retarded charity-case friend.

I've worked with other geniuses over the years (real ones who are 'famous' within the aerospace and R&D military world), but this kid was over the top. And no, he had no flaws or holes in his education or personality: from automotive repairs to sports, to mathematics to bio-science, to women, to you-name-it, this kid had it all... including a hot, very rich, and semi-celebrity girlfriend. Aaarrgggh!

I lost track of him before he was legally able to drink alcohol. Last year he sent me a Linkedin invite, but I have yet to respond. If you're out there reading this, I'll get around to it. But, I'm sure he's not... he would have written his own ARM compiler & IDE suite... and the odds of him reading this forum for 'advice' is just plain funny--no offense, as I read this forum: you know, the rambling retarded friend).

Tamir: 'envy' ...you have no idea.

--Cpt. Vince Foster
2nd Cannon Place
Fort Marcy Park, VA

I envy you!

No, I envied them! (2x, but one in particular...)

WARNING: Another Off-Topic Rambling:

While I was over at this kid's house using one of his 'other' computers as he was logged onto that pre-ANSI chat thing (BBS, or whatever it was). I wrote a "C" program to parse a source file, extract what I needed and write the results to another file:

C:>parse source.c results.x

I was so proud of it and its direct simplicity: it was only two screens worth of code. I showed the kid, and he told me it was 'nice' and would work just fine. Then he asked my why I just didn't do this... and in one line of code, he wrote the exact same thing:

int main( argc, argv ) int argc, char **argv; { ONE_LINE_OF_CODE; }

Then he went back to discuss some esoteric "C" thing on his blazingly fast behemoth UNIX system.

I sat there and thought about the word 'envy.' On one hand, I hated him for being way smarter than me (I had 'ego troubles' back then too), on the other hand, he was my friend and I was proud of him and proud to be in his presence.

Yes, he was a kid. Living with his mother, and didn't even have a drivers license yet. He was fluent in seven (7) spoken languages, skipped High School altogether and had finished most of his undergrad at the local college before I knew him. (He was 'smuggled' into the country after an amazing trek across the globe. He then attended 2 days of High School, walked over to the college, signed up after he was interviewed by their admissions staff--I'm sure they were stunned). He and his mother were relatively 'poor' and lived in a small house in the 'bad side of town.'

He and I worked at the same place (dealing with IEEE 696 systems--lol) so that is how I met him.

He was the true hacker. He liked cracking codes and had used his UNIX system in questionable ways. AT&T busted him while I knew him, and the deal they struck was that they wouldn't press charges if they could use his computer between 8PM and 8AM every day for some kind of node transfers they needed.

He and I had the same chemistry professor. He told me about how that professor thought he cheated on a lab assignment. The professor was sure of it since the class was given the wrong molarity of a solution and this kid had the only correct answer; whereas the whole class had the common error. This kid explained that he did the lab assignment at home, so the professor showed up at his house to inspect his tall story. When this kid told me this story, I also disbelieved it as for this particular experiment, one would need a full lab.

The kid showed me what he showed the professor: his garage. A full chemistry lab was in there! I'm sure he earned the money via his talents. (A few years later, he was contracted out to the CDC to help do some research on AIDS)

Again, I was over at his house one day to ask him for help on purchasing an X-Y monitor for a circuit I had. Another friend of his dropped by... a burned out middle-aged 'crazy' guy. This guy started arguing about how my circuit would not work with any X-Y monitor. He used copious quantities electronics jargon that made no sense to me (and it didn't make any sense---and my circuit did work ...as is).

I eventually asked this guy what he did for a living, and he explained how he was unemployed (go figure) ...but he used to work for Intel. He had some personal grudge against them: I'll bet they thought he was unstable. I asked exactly what he did for Intel. He said he designed the internal FIFO architecture for their 8080 CPU. I looked at the kid for verification, and the kid nodded that it was true.

I think I was the kid's retarded charity-case friend.

I've worked with other geniuses over the years (real ones who are 'famous' within the aerospace and R&D military world), but this kid was over the top. And no, he had no flaws or holes in his education or personality: from automotive repairs to sports, to mathematics to bio-science, to women, to you-name-it, this kid had it all... including a hot, very rich, and semi-celebrity girlfriend. Aaarrgggh!

I lost track of him before he was legally able to drink alcohol. Last year he sent me a Linkedin invite, but I have yet to respond. If you're out there reading this, I'll get around to it. But, I'm sure he's not... he would have written his own ARM compiler & IDE suite... and the odds of him reading this forum for 'advice' is just plain funny--no offense, as I read this forum: you know, the rambling retarded friend).

Tamir: 'envy' ...you have no idea.

--Cpt. Vince Foster
2nd Cannon Place
Fort Marcy Park, VA

Vince,
Thanks for this very inspiring story. If I compare this guy to the semi-mediocrity of my previous employer's workers (that would be an understatement. Somebody there was shocked to learn the I am very capable of making my own program from scratch. These are the people who actually have lives in there incapable hands...) I have to think - some of us are luckier than others! particularity the guy in question, with that hot babe hanging over his arm...