mah-johngg and AI

I came in early so when I leave I won't have to come back til Monday. A risky thing in this time of uncertainty, but I just don't want to be at work right now. Too much weirdness.

Stayed up til 4am at Metro talking and playing mah-johngg. Melynda's friend was something like those ditzy irritating high school girls I remember; I don't know if it was an act or her normal personality. I do like hanging out with Karen and Jim. We click, it's pleasant to feel that. Jim and I talked about robots and AI, the machine learning curve and all that good stuff.

Driving home was bizarre, so much thick fog that it seemed like the end of the world only thirty feet in front of my car.

a gift

P. sent me a gift. From his letter:
You could maybe think of it as a rebirthday gift and open it on the thirteenth. Would be good for a four year old Russian girl as for you...

It's Alice in Wonderland, translated into Russian by Vladimir Nabokov! Oh my goodness, I didn't even know they still had copies of this in print. It even has the odd Zalshupin illustrations he used. Just like in 1923. I can't wait to read it. Getting books I've only ever heard of and never seen is a wonderful thing.