The Egg Story

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

–          What …what happened? You asked. Where am I?

–          You died, I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

–          There was a … truck and it was skidding…

–          Yup, I said.

–          I… died?

–          Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies. I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me.

–          What is this place? You asked. Is this the afterlife?

–          More or less, I said.

–          Are you god? You asked.

–          Yup, I replied. I’m God.

–          My kids… my wife, you said.

–          What about them?

–          Will they be all right?

–          That’s what I like to see, I said. You just died and your main concern is for your family.  That’s good stuff right there.

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar teacher than the almighty.

–          Don’t worry, I said. They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.

–          Oh, you said. So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?

–          Neither, I said. You’ll be reincarnated.

–          Ah, you said So the Hindus were right.

–          All religions are right in their own way, I said. Walk with me.

You followed along as we strode through the void.

–          Where are we going?

–          Nowhere, in particular, I said. It’s just nice to walk while we talk.

–          So what’s the point, then? You asked. When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.

–          Not so! I said. You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders.

–          Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had. You’ve been in a human for the last 58 years, so you haven’t stretched out and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here long enough you’ll start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.

–          How many times have I been reincarnated, then?

–          Oh, lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives, I said. This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.

–          Wait, what? You stammered. You’re sending me back in time?

–          Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.

–          Where you come from?

–          Oh, sure, I explained, I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly, you wouldn’t understand.

–          Oh, you said a little letdown. But wait, if I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.

–          Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.

–          So what’s the point of it all?

–          Seriously, I asked? Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?

–          Well, it’s a reasonable question, you persisted.

I looked you in the eye.

–          The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe is for you to mature.

–          You mean mankind?  You want us to mature?

–          No, just you. I made this whole universe just for you. With each new life, you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.

–          Just me? What about everyone else`

–          There is no one else, I said. In this universe, there’s just you and me.

You stared blankly at me.

–          But all the people on Earth…

–          All you. Different incarnations of you.

–          Wait. I am everyone?!

–          Now you’re getting it., I said with a congratulatory slap on the back.

–          I’m every human being who ever lived?

–          Or who will ever live, yes.

–          I’m Abraham Lincoln?

–          And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too, I added.

–          I’m Hitler? You said appalled.

–          And you’re the millions he killed.

–          I’m Jesus?

–          And you’re everyone who followed him.

You fell silent.

–          Every time you victimized someone, I said, you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done it to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.

You thought for a long time.

–          Why? you asked me. Why do all this?

–          Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You are one of my kind. You’re my child.

–          Whoa, you said, incredulous. You mean I am god?

–          No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing- Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time you will have grown enough to be born.

–          So the whole universe, you said, it’s just…

–          An egg, I answered. Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.

–          And I sent you on your way.


Yes, I just wrote THE EGG story by Andy Weir just as it was written by me. Now you know it too and you can also read it in your language. 🙂


“What Would Vio Do?”

I’m doing ok. Planning a winter trip to Bali, with Ryan. Backpacking style. Want to hit up temples, do some meditating and reset overall. It’s considered the world’s purification spot… i’m hoping i’ll return renewed and grounded. I need some chill and drive. I want to return with a clearer head. I’m hopefully going to start an internship when i get back, and hit the job market by next summer or fall. Exciting and terrifying at the same time. What are u up to these days? What’s difficult to overcome? I’ve always felt i could play the “what would Vio do?”, i feel like you always seem to find the answers to what can help you grow. I think our biggest fear becomes the constraint of a boring repetitive job, one that stagnates our accumulation of knowledge. Then again, continuing to float around in endless degrees and post graduates only pushes that back… i’ve gotten so comfortable looking forward to being nursed by profs and curricula, that now i dread the day when i have to be a 9-5er. I might visit Europe in the summer, i’m looking into potentially moving to Berlin, but i want to see it first, and get a sense of it, before i dive in. People keep scaring me about Germany and how dismissive they are of outsiders, so i don’t know if i’d be willing to go through it again. And don’t say ‘come here’, i like the sun! Hahaha

 I like the sun too, babe! ❤

HEY! I love you!

Tonight, I stopped my bike at the yellow traffic light. I speed up and fly usually, but this first of October was damn long and exhausting so it almost felt like giving up…

While I was sitting on my bike and dreaming of my cozy bed, a muzzy guy crossing the street came to me and shouted a big:


I got a bit scared and immediately started picturing ways to protect myself because, for some unknown reasons, drunk people act like I am a piece of meat. By the time I managed to open my mouth and say something back, he was right next to me. He spread his arms like in slow motion and gave me a short precise hug.

-I love you!

He said it firmly and then continued walking like he had a very definite destination. By the time the light was green I had a big smile and a full heart. God knows I needed that hug, the ‘I love you’ and the whole short event just as it was!

So thank you, muzzy stranger! This was a huge lesson of “don’t worry be happy and freaking LOVE! Even if that will scare the shit out of people!”

And also, stop at the traffic lights!



How I fell in love with a programmer

  • Your code is spaghetti!

When he said that, I squeezed hard my hand in my hoodie’s pocket and forced myself not to throw a comeback line. I mean who the fuck is he? 😮

He is that guy who has a full agenda and you rarely see him. He’s often at conferences where he presents on panels. Than he tweets and writes about them on his LinkedIn page where he has hundreds of geek followers crazy opinionated. I roll my eyes every time he takes pictures of the: “AMAZING audience @ the panel on #digitalentrepreneurship @RazorfishTechSummit.” Looking at the nerdy faces in the public I secretly wish to be there as the woman in the red dress. Devil laugh. I can’t remember which one of my belovers planted this idea into my head, but it’s on my todo list.

Anyway, back to my code. And my guy.

  •  You know what code is?

I furrow my brow. What is he expecting me to answer? That’s a rhetorical one, but I will let him be the smartass now. He eyes me sympathetically and explains:

  • We are around 18 million programmers. The world needs programmers for everything that surrounds you and if not, it will. For example, programmers write the code that runs your TV and if your floss doesn’t need a code now, I can bet you it will in the future. I am gonna tell you my view of software development as an individual among millions. Code has been my life and it has been your life, too. Don’t you think it’s time to understand how it all works?

I am looking at his mouth, he has nice lips. I am checking his eyes. Never noticed how blue they are. I am laying back on my chair and grin. I think I am gonna unexpectedly enjoy this convo.

  • It becomes easier with every month to do things that have never been done before, to create new kinds of chaos and find new kinds of order. Every month code changes the world in some Interesting, Wonderful or Disturbing way. You know that someone, somehow, enters a program into the computer and the program is made of code. Computers usually “understand” things by going character by character, bit by bit, transforming the code into other kinds of code as they go. Every character truly, truly matters. Every single stupid misplaced semicolon, space where you meant tab, bracket instead of a parenthesis—mistakes can leave the computer in a state of panic. The trees don’t know where to put their leaves. Their roots decay. The boxes don’t stack neatly. For not only are computers as dumb as a billion marbles, they’re also positively Stradivarian in their delicacy.

Trees, leaves and roots? Stradivarius and delicacy? Where is this going? I feel romance…

  • That process of going character by character can be wrapped up into a routine—also called a function, a method, a subroutine, or component. And that routine can be run as often as you need. Second, you can print anything you wish, not just one phrase. Third, you can repeat the process forever, and nothing will stop you until the machine breaks or, barring that, heat death of the universe. Obviously no one besides Jack Nicholson inThe Shining really needs to keep typing the same phrase over and over, and even then it turned out to be a bad idea.

Boy, he talks a lot. I though programmers are only good at coding, not explaining it… and this good.

  • Coding is a broad human activity, like sport, or writing. When software developers think of coding, most of them are thinking about lines of code in files. They’re handed a problem, think about the problem, write code that will solve the problem, and then expect the computer to turn word into deed. Code is inert. How do you make it ert? You run software that transforms it into machine language. The word “language” is a little ambitious here, given that you can make a computing device with wood and marbles. Your goal is to turn your code into an explicit list of instructions that can be carried out by interconnected logic gates, thus turning your code into something that can be executed—software.

Magic!!! 😀

  • Oh, there’s no magic, no matter how much it looks like there is. There’s just work to make things look like magic. And it’s crazy in there! The hardest work in programming is getting around things that aren’t computable, in finding ways to break impossible tasks into small, possible components, and then creating the impression that the computer is doing something it actually isn’t, like having a human conversation. This used to be known as “artificial intelligence research,” but now it’s more likely to go under the name “machine learning” or “data mining.” When you speak to Siri or Cortana and they respond, it’s not because these services understand you; they convert your words into text, break that text into symbols, then match those symbols against the symbols in their database of terms, and produce an answer. Tons of algorithms, bundled up and applied, mean that computers can fake listening.

Fake listening? Is that what I am doing right now? Cuz a lot of other things run into my head…

  • Enough talk. Let’s code!

No, let’s let you talk some more… I am truly listening. Your language is amazing!

  • A language is software for making software. Truly understanding a language’s standard library is one of the ways one becomes proficient in that language. Typically you just visit Web pages or read a book. A coder needs to be able to quickly examine and identify which giant, complex library is the one that’s the most recently and actively updated and the best match for his or her current needs. A coder needs to be a good listener (like you, right now). Code isn’t just obscure commands in a file. It requires you to have a map in your head, to know where the good libraries, the best documentation, and the most helpful message boards are located. If you don’t know where those things are, you will spend all of your time searching, instead of building cool new things.

I want a programmer right now and for life! Command: redirection of the man of my dreams! ❤

  • Dream of 10x programmers if you will. But I wouldn’t hold out hope that one will come to work for you. You can’t hire them for the same reasons you can’t coach the Chicago Bulls and you aren’t often called upon to date supermodels of your preferred gender. They’re not interviewing at your crappy company for your crappy job. They’re not going to come and rescue your website; they’re not going to make you an app that puts mustaches on photos; they’re not going to listen to you when you offer them the chance to build the next Facebook, because, if they exist, they are busy building the real Facebook. Sometimes they’re thinking about higher mathematics, or how to help a self-driving car manage the ethical choice between running over a squirrel and driving off a cliff. Or they’re riding their bikes, or getting really into pottery. It’s hard to have a better life than a great programmer, as long as they’re unencumbered by physical or mental illness.

Why are you making this harder??

  • As a class, programmers are easily bored, love novelty, and are obsessed with various forms of productivity enhancement. God help you if you’re ever caught in the middle of a conversation about nutrition; standing desks; the best keyboards; the optimal screen position and distance; whether to use a plain text editor or a large, complex development environment; chair placement; the best music to code to; the best headphones; whether headphone amplifiers actually enhance listening; whether open-plan offices are better than individual or shared offices; the best bug-tracking software; the best programming methodology; the right way to indent code and the proper placement of semicolons; or, of course, which language is better. And whatever you do, never, ever ask a developer about productivity software!

He completely outranks me now. Not with his 500+ LinkedIn connections, his highly profitable company nor his age. He strokes his short beard with his tanned hands (he hikes a lot) and continues:

  • If coders don’t run the world, they run the things that run the world. Print something on our screen now.



Hello World! Needless to say how I enjoyed this guy stories and perspectives on programming. Read Paul’s whole story here.

Did you know?

This video was part of the first lecture I had at my latest school – Copenhagen Business School – and it did not only made me question so many things that are happening in our lives, but gave my one straight answer to the main question:

“Why am I keep studying?”

Well, because there’s soooo much I don’t know… 🙂

There Is No Glory in Easy

Why do we even try? When the barriers are so high and the odds are so low?

Why don’t we just pack it in and go home? It would be so, so much easier…

It’s because in the end there’s no glory in easy. No one remembers easy. They will remember the pain, the tears, the struggle… We are going to have some wins and some losses and we are going to make a whole bunch of mistakes, but isn’t that what life is all about? Learning from our mistakes?

Denial.Lonely girl looking out of apartment window





These are the stages of waking up… And mostly we have no idea where we think we are, but most certainly we would be happier if we would realize that what we should do is actually what we are doing.

We are changing. Everyone is. But we only notice it when we change in different directions and don’t seem to have the same ways of understanding. Grow apart from people who don’t grow. We are free to do it. And there’s nothing to lose. If we were supposed to be together, we’ll meet again. I promise. I mean, the Universe is promising. 🙂

We have to look for the best in people, for our own sake. And we have to leave them better than we found them. So let’s educate ourselves! Confusion and misunderstanding is primarily caused by ignorance. So we need to find a good teacher. We should meditate (more). Know ourselves better. Learn that being happy has nothing to do with anyone else. It’s a very personal thing and we don’t need to explain it.