Mamas, Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Coders

Life is not fair. Not for geniuses and not for the rest of us. The trick is to keep at it... whatever "it" is... ignoring the jeers and hearing the cheers.

Some of us have our own language, whether it's music, math or space. To a very bright 8-year-old, questions abound: Where does dirt come from? How do we balance on two little feet when we're much, much taller than these feet? How much does a bicycle tire act like a top? Why does water accept that extra oxygen atom to become hydrogen peroxide? Why does rocket fuel burn instead of explode? And how do we start that burn? How does an orbiting satellite resist the subzero cold of space on one side and the relentless sun on the other? How much does the earth rotation centripetal acceleration counter gravity effects? The wonder and questions are endless, at any age.

Every good engineer I know has some degree of Asperger's autism, obsessive-compulsion and attention-deficit hyperactivity... myself included. It's a recipe... it's what we're made of... and we're different.

As kids, we are easy targets for bullies to intimidate because we don't understand the social graces. What we do understand is that we can always be better at what we are. We stand alone. We thirst for knowledge. We must focus. Thus, with smug detachment, we continuously and repeatedly learn and apply what we know to obtain experience. With knowledge and experience comes not only the many significant contributions to space and science, but also success over bullies.

When mature, engineers contribute. I've contributed to produce many a machine. I've been published in over 140 technical reports, conference and journal papers, newspaper and magazine articles... even a poem about a machine. And I am now mentoring many young engineers on how to quench their own thirst.

The true engineer flowers late. We surpass and outlast the smug bullies and suave louses. I've had the satisfaction of ordering a burger from one of my school bullies... no fries with that... who had trouble giving me back change for a hundred dollar bill, at which I smiled. At one of the reunions, the bald fat captain of my High School football team tried to sell me insurance, as the fat former head cheerleader flirted, at which I had to laugh.

It's possible we might even outlive them.


- © 2012 by Willy

Singin' In The Rain

When hiking solo in the rain, I splash with reckless abandon.

Time passes faster, I smile more, and I enjoy this variation on the hiking theme. I have fun, just like when I was a kid.

My daughter reminded me of how much fun this is ("Dad! You have boots!"), mostly because we can hike faster through the mud rather than around it. My boots completely submerge at times. It IS loads of fun. "What a glorious feeling" said Gene Kelly in the movie soundtrack and its movie ad. He was having fun too, in his city street setting.


I did a familiar 7-mile, 700-climb-feet hike in the rain today, and I've done it often. This trail stays underwater at the flats.

I crossed a young runner, a younger dog walker and three even younger mountain bikers on-trail, and they were soaked. I had an umbrella.

I've taken care of friends, dogs, children, wives and more. Now I'm taking care of myself.

On the trail, I pray, meditate, think and sing. I always have a tune in-mind, to pace myself. Today's was Singin' In The Rain.

Also today, I got a bloody knee... next to the park bathroom. The devil keeps me humble.


- © 2012 by Willy