Checking In :)

For the benefit of my friends who follow my life trajectory on this blog – this conference is busier than anything I had before!

I hardly wrote a line in the past two days, and even when I get to the hotel room, I have to send a whole bunch of not-exactly-personal emails, mostly related to PG DATA and my meetups.

Well… I have a long flight back on Sunday!

Prairie Postgres Is Two! (Professional blog repost)

Walking Around In Valencia

We were very lucky to have a nice, warm day on Saturday. Initially, I didn’t plan any touristy activities for Saturday, but with the miserable weather forecast for the next two days, we decided to alter our plans.

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Valencia!

I am in Spain for the first time! It’s warm, and I love it. Severe weather is expected tonight, and it will rain for the next two days, but today was perfect! Our flight left Helsinki at 6:20 AM (and we were happy to find out that the European lounge opens at 5 AM, and even the Platinum Corner was open :)). It was a direct flight, so we were there early and had time to walk around. We even climbed the Valencia Cathedral Tower! (207 steps up!)

The conference will take place at Palacio de Congresos, and most participants stay at the Sercotel Scorolla Palace hotel, right next to the venue. As often happens, when I checked the AARP website, I found a better deal than the conference discount and reserved a huge corner room with a view. Funny story, I forgot that I already paid for this reservation and forgot about the room size, so I was surprised twice 🙂

Window view

While we were waiting for our room, we walked around a little bit.

Looking at our conference venue from the hotel
First paella 🙂

More coming shortly!

In Helsinki

Although I am not working a “real” job these days, I booked several days in Valo because I still need to work on many other things, even if these things are not “real” work (define real!). In addition to an office, Valo gives me a free gym, unlimited coffee drinks, including cappuccino and espresso, and an absolutely delightful breakfast and lunch buffet at a discounted price. Honestly, if I had it at home, I would rarely cook.

However, this time, I do not need to rush, and I do not need to ask to extend my hours, and I have some other life as well :). I can leave before 5 PM, and randomly wander the city.

On Tuesday, I didn’t go to coworking at all, and Boris and I biked to IKEA, had lunch there, and biked back

And on Thursday, we managed to fit in a (shorter) bike ride after I was done with my “not real” work, and then went to a concert at the Helsinki Music Center. I’ve been there multiple times, but each time, I love it more and more, and admire how well-thought-out each and every piece is!

Previously, Boris used to get ticket in the middle, and although the visibility is great from each corner, we found that you cnt’ hear a soloist well enough when you are facing the back of the orchestra (and the soloist). This time, he got the tickets in the second row, right in the middle, so it was a paradise!

The Mahler Chamber Orchestra presented three pieces: Stravinsky’s Dumbarton Oaks concerto, Mozart’s Clarnet quintet, and the best part – Folk songs by Luciano Berio, sang by Fluer Barron. She was absolutely magical, I just can’t get over it! She was also playing harp, and the last note she sang was the first note picked up by harp, and it all sounded like nothing you can imagine! I didn;t find any recordings, so you have to believe me! A magical evening!

It Feels Warm

Many years ago, when Boris first moved to Finland, he told me he liked nothing more than feeling the warmth the moment he stepped through the building’s front door. In Russia, the hallways were never heated; it used to be still cold until you entered your apartment (I do not know whether it changed later, or whether it became the norm for newer constructions/remodeling).

It is not always the case in the US either, and I agree with Boris that that’s a distinct Finnish thing. But it’s more than that. Somehow, any public space, whether it’s a shopping mall, a library, or a train station, feels incredibly warm and welcoming, especially in the cold weather. I don’t know any other place in the world where I would feel this good, even when it’s cold, dark, and rainy. Just step inside any place, and you feel it.

Are You Doing SQL?

The weirdest and funniest thing happened to me in Chicago last week.

I was waiting for a Red Line train at Roosevelt when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a very queer person coming down. Queerness isn’t unusual, of course, but this particular outfit was not exactly for the weather (I would question a bare chest at 67 F outside, but whatever). He sat down on a bench to wait for a train, and suddenly, he addressed me: “Excuse me, are you doing SQL?”

I am used to people noticing my laptop on the CTA, and even recognizing me, but my laptop was inside my backpack. I nervously looked down at my clothes, but I didn’t even wear a Postgres hoodie or anything with Blue Elephant on it. Finally, I replied, “What exactly do you mean?”

— You are running this SQL thing on Wednesdays, don’t you?

— Yes, I am! But how do you know? I do not have anything that says “Postgres” on me.

— I’ve been to your events a couple of times. I remember you; it just took me some time to place you.

We talked a little bit about my meetup and others. I am so embarrassed that I do not remember people (and yes, he didn’t come to our meetups in a pink tutu, but still). As it turns out, I don’t even remember many people I briefly communicated with at my former firm. When they reach out on LinkedIn and say we talked, I often can’t recall either the conversation or the person, and I feel horrible about it. And no, that’s not the “I am way too popular” thing; it’s just something I need to work on.

Specialized High School In The Soviet Union

It’s hard for me to say how “typical” School Number 30 was in comparison with other specialized schools. At the time I am writing, Leningrad had three specialized math schools: School Number 30, School Number 239, and the Specialized Boarding School Number 45 affiliated with Leningrad State University (the one Boris graduated from thirteen years before I graduated).

Obviously, we would kill anyone who suggested our school was second best. I didn’t challenge the quality of my education until fairly recently, and as I spoke at length about my University experience, I am going to describe my life and studies at School Number 30.

I won’t say everyone was highly motivated, but more students were motivated than at an average school. One thing is for sure: most of us felt elite and were very proud of it. We were also “a little bit dissident” and felt equally proud of that. Now I know that segregating more gifted students into separate classrooms immediately triggers the separation between “better” and “worse” within it, but back then, everyone was sure that it was the only way to give the best to the best students. Most of our teachers, not only in STEM but also in literature and social studies, were “above average” and demanded a lot from us.

Recently, I read a book titled “At Freedom” by Anatoliy Kuznetsov. This book is brilliant in so many ways that I can speak about it for hours. I don’t see any indication that it was ever translated into English, but I think this book is most valuable to those who lived in the Soviet Union or have close ties to it. It’s hard to single out the most important essay in this book; still, I want to call out the “Misinformation Secret.” This essay addresses a crucial topic that is almost forgotten thirty-five years after the Soviet Union’s collapse. These days, most people think Soviet political propaganda was on a “dummy” level, and that “nobody believed it.” In reality, many high-level specialists worked to perfect the propaganda, operating on multiple levels, exactly as Anatoly Kuznetsov describes.

Looking back, I realize we were all subjected to this “Level III propaganda,” and we all thought we were better than those common folks who believe in Level I or Level II, and that we knew “the actual real truth.” We admired our history and literature teachers, and once again, looking back, I am sure that some of them were cynical enough to continuously feed us with this “Level III”, and some were, like us, victims of the previous round of indoctrination, and truly believed in what they taught us. For example, I remember visiting my former Russian literature teacher during one of my trips to Saint Petersburg, who asked how well my children knew Russian. After I replied that they knew very little, she declared, as if it were the greatest tragedy that could happen to someone: They will never know Great Russian Literature! Never! Even though at that time I was still not completely free of all of the imperial nonsense we were taught, I was wondering why their ability to read and fully understand great English and American literature was less important, not even mentioning great French, German, or Spanish literature, which none of us could fully appreciate.

I think that a significant part of Russians who now declare that they always were “against all bad” and that their parents and teachers taught them good values, and that they are not responsible for anything, came from these specialized schools, where we were brought up to believe that we were so special, and so progressive, and so much better than others… And I was one of them, and it took me years and years just to start to understand that. I have no excuse, because I actually had brains but didn’t use them in some cases. Now it’s too late to undo what was already done, and the only thing we can do is stop Trump from repeating the same thing in the US.

My historical posts are being published in random order. Please refer to the page Hettie’s timeline to find where exactly each post belongs and what was before and after.

Foraging

I arrived in Helsinki on Saturday and planned to meet with my friend Natasha on Sunday. Just a day before my arrival she asked me whether I would be interested in a mushroom-picking. to which I replied with an enthusiastic “yes” – it was my first opportunity in thirty years!

The kind of mushrooms we were going to forage presented a little challenge, because they were trumpet chanterelles, which I never picked in my life, and you need a eye for each mushroom specie to be an efficient forager, but eventually I figured it out.

I saw a surprising number of butter mushrooms around (they should have been gone by that time of the year), but since those were the maushrooms I used to go for as a child, I could spot them right away. Unfortunately, all except for one I picked were too old and I ended up throwing them away after they got home, but we cooked what was left :).

There were also some russulas, some too old, but some still healthy and perfectly eatable, and some other mushrooms I was unsure about, possibly white and black milk-caps, but since I was not sure, we prefereed not to experiment. And there were lingonberries – all over the place! I already bought a box in a grocery store, but the ones staight from the stems – they were bigger and sweeter than the ones from the store, and I couldn’t stop munching on them!

Over two hours in the forest. Almost severn pounds of trumpet chanterelles. Breath-taking views. Slightly wet feet. Priceless :).

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Last Week: Things Are Moving Fast

How can I be so busy when I do not even have a full-time job? It’s a mystery, but that’s what is happening!

A quick week’s recap.

Monday – the Neighbor Night at the Chicago Architectural Center:

Tuesday:

Morning biking, intense conference prep, and PG DATA org committee meeting:

Wednesday:

Checking out a second Amorino location (it’s in the Rookery Building, beautiful, cozy, no lines! Loved it!) Joint meetup with the Chicago Ruby User Group, went great!

Thursday:

Clinic escort in the morning and CSO concert in the evening (Klaus Makela one more time).

Friday:

Multiple meetings on different topics, frantic packing until the time I had to leave for the airport, and a cherry on top: I forgot my passport and had to return home from Belmont! At that point, I had no choice but to get an Uber, which I try to avoid unless there is absolutely no other option, but there was no other option. And I spent more time in the security line than getting to the airport!

Completely random photos from my neighborhood:

Jarvis Square is ready for Halloween
Seeing on the Red Line