#kaites

[knowarth]

Book: Hands-On Natural Language Processing With Python

We at KNOWARTH are pleased to announce that one of our KAites and software consultant Chintan Gajjar has reviewed a book. The book name is “Hands-On Natural Language Processing with Python”

[knowarth]

KAite Reviews A Book: Hands-On Natural Language Processing With Python

We at KNOWARTH are pleased to announce that one of our KAites and software consultant Chintan Gajjar has reviewed a book. The book name is “Hands-On Natural Language Processing with Python”

[redhairaita]

Kaut kas ir galīgi greizi.

Man atkal ir niezoši, sausi un apsārtuši acu plakstiņi, kas notiek vismaz divas reizes gadā, kad mainās sezonas. Pakasot ar nagu, smuki birst vecā āda.

Vakaros gribas iet gulēt jau desmitos. No rītiem pamostos aizpampusi un dezorientēta, jo sapņu valstība kļūst arvien mīļāka un reālāka, lai gan konkrētus sapņus atceros reti. Viss, galvenokārt, sajūtās.

Šorīt, mazgājot matus, piedzīvoju deja-vu - atcerējos sajūtu, kad kāds šķietami tuvs vīrietis glaudīja manu pakausi ar siltuma pilnu plaukstu, maigi laižot savus pirkstus caur maniem matiem. No īstās dzīves neko tādu neatminos, no sapņiem arī ne. Varbūt no iepriekšējās dzīves?

Sejas āda kļūst sausāka, bet tajā pat laikā pinnēm ir kārtīga parāde. Totāli neiedvesmojoša stadija.

Savas patiesās vēlmes joprojām nobloķēju ar šķēršļiem. Brīdī, kad beidzot jūtos gatava kaut ko iesākt, momentā atkal nokrītu līdz nevarīgumam, pieēdos neveselīgu pārtiku vai arī aizeju gulēt.

Šķita, ka esmu tikusi vaļā no tās sajūtas, ka naktī mani kāds vēro... ir atpakaļ! Katrs sīkākais troksnītis liek atvērt acis un novērtēt situāciju tumšajā istabā. Manā iztēlē tikmēr skraida daudz sīku monstriņu, kuri jebkurā brīdi var saķert mani aiz kājas un sazin vēl ko izdarīt.

Gan fiziskais, gan emocionālais, gan mentālais ķermenis arvien uzkrītošāk pieprasa dziedināšanu.

Es tikmēr labprātāk aizpeldu virtuālās, seriālu, filmu, iedomu un citās pasaulēs. Tas ir daudz patīkamāk nekā brist cauri savām kaitēm.

Cik ilgi vēl tā varēs?

Galīgi greizs man dzīvesveids. 

[champagnesuperpapi]

D's my new friend in work. It's scary cause he's the first real friend I've had in a while. I don't even mean real like we snuggle up to each other every night, or even really hang out outside work (although we do get the bus together now and walk part of the way home til our paths separate n_n) but I mean real as in I can make eye contact with him and be myself around him and I can't even do that with my band without judging them and just wanting to fight them or get out of their company as soon as the earliest bus arrives. 

D's the same age as me, but he has a 2/3 year old daughter and a long term girlfriend he plans on staying with the rest of his life, which seemed really cute to me until he told me she wasn't the girl he really loved. That he had a love before her, a first love, that he fucked up and took for granted, and how even all these years later, he still wishes he hadn't. Despite having a daughter with his current girl, and focussing on maintaining a future together, there's still someone he'll always regret messing it up with. 

Every girl I've got close to this year, that seems dead on until I dig deeper and bury myself in their flaws, reminds me of Katie. And how her imperfections were nothing but scratch marks from an intense embrace. Little inconsequential things that made the whole package that bit more endearing. And how girls since then have a habit of clubbing me in the back of the head with their bad ratio of negative traits to things they'll let me do to them. As if I haven't really known them until I've pulled back that final curtain and I'm blinded by who they really are, and as I close my eyes and try to regain some sense of where I am, there's only one girl I see in the shadows I run back to. And how I may never find someone like that again. And how maybe in a few years I'll be telling someone about my daughter, about my bride to be, and despite all that, about the only girl I'll ever truly love.