Google Summer of Code 2024 - Wrap up thoughts

A Successful GSoC 2024

Google Summer of Code (GSoC) 2024 came to an end this week with me filling the evaluation for the 4th (and final) contributor of our GSoC organization, Alaska. A group of open-source projects related to Alaska and crafted from Alaska. We could have named the organization "University of Alaska." However, we had interested mentors and support from other Alaskan entities, such as the state employees of Alaska and contributors from the AK Dev Alliance. So, "Alaska" is a more fitting name. The four projects' primary mentors this year were based in either Anchorage or Fairbanks, two of the populous (and popular) cities in Alaska. Given the GSoC happens in the summer, we couldn't show our mentees the true wilderness of Alaska in its blizzards and snow storms. But we did give a glimpse of the true north to our contributors. We had a great time as mentors. I am sure our mentees did too. They all did great work. We are very excited for the potential for GSoC 2025 and already polishing up project ideas, getting messages from interested contributors from across the oceans, and discussions of scaling up for more contributors/projects in 2025.

My personal story with GSoC started in 2009 with AbiWord. During those years, there was no limits on how many times one can be a contributor. So I was a contributor (we called that "GSoC students" during those days) four times. Twice (2009 and 2010) when I was an undergraduate in Sri Lanka, once (2014) when I was an MSc student in Portugal, and then the final time (2015) as a student again in Portugal when I was a PhD student. In between my stints as a student, I was also a mentor for AbiWord (2011 - 2013). During this time was my first time participating in the GSoC Mentor Summit 2011 in Googleplex. It was my first time visit to the US too!

So far my life has gone in 3 seasons: Sri Lanka (1987 - 2012), Portugal (2012 - 2019), and then Alaska. Time in Sri Lanka feels like childhood when I look back, although I was 25 when I left Sri Lanka. 2012 August - 2019 August is my grad school days. I lived in several cities during this period. But my base was Lisboa, Portugal. This was my second "season" and one filled with fun. Then I moved to the US. More specifically, the Lower 48. I moved to Alaska in late 2023. However, I started traveling extensively in Alaska from 2021 summer, and had traveled to Alaska four times before actually moving to Alaska. This makes me feel like I had been in Alaska for much longer. With the dark and vague memories of the COVID-19 days in the Lower 48 (2020 - 2022), my base had shifted to Alaska two years before I moved to Alaska. I moved to Lisboa randomly. But Alaska was a more careful planning. Time changes perspectives. With every move comes goodbyes, and also a new set of people. Except for the family, very few people stayed in my life across the seasons. This is probably true for all immigrants. But I am a serial immigrant, having lived in seven countries and nine cities. Every time I move to a new city, an inevitable question always lingered in my head - what/when is next. This is also probably the academic life. Grad student life as an Erasmus Mundus scholar came with mandatory mobility. I probably overdid it by moving across six countries during my grad school. But then postdoc in the Lower 48. A postdoc position, is by definition, a temporary one. Mine lasted 4 years, although officially I was titled a "Systems Software Engineer, Senior," allowing me to earn a bit more than a postdoc who is officially listed as a postdoc. Now that I am in a tenure-track position, I feel more stable in Anchorage. However, until an academic is tenured, they must be willing to move. I am aware of that. I looked back at my journey. I have evolved from being an introvert to an ambivert to an extrovert over my life journey. Many things changed in my life. A de-aged me would be entirely different from my younger-self, if we go back 20 years, to the first season. In such a dynamic nature of life, only one thing that remained constant - from 2009 to 2024. That is, Google Summer of Code!

Across various roles (contributor, mentor, and org-admin), I associated myself with different organizations. I presented GSoC to different audiences in Sri Lanka, Portugal, and the US (both Lower 48 and Alaska). I attended two more GSoC mentor summits. 2019 Munich was my favorite among the three. It was a new environment, first time outside the US. But it also felt nice to be back in person to the familiar settings of California for the GSoC in 2023, after the pandemic-induced virtual GSoC mentor summits in 2020 - 2022. In a way, 2023 felt like a trip in nostalgia to return to the Mentor Summit in California. The chocolate table has a story of its own. Then the unconference. Now I am prepared for the Oct 4 - Oct 7 Mentor Summit trip, likely the last professional trip of the year. This is also the 20th Anniversary of GSoC. As someone who was associated with GSoC for several years (2009, 2010, 2011, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, and 2024), most of my summers are filled with a GSoC memory - as a contributor (AbiWord, OMII-UK, and Emory BMI) or a mentor/org-admin (AbiWord, Emory BMI, caMicroscope, and Alaska). I love this constant in the otherwise ever-changing settings and people of my life.

I am very much looking forward to meeting familiar and new faces at my 4th GSoC Mentor Summit in less than 3 weeks. Cheers and long live GSoC.

That Feeling

A neighborhood cafe

I like this cafe. It is within walking distance of my home. It is nothing too special for someone who is not me. But it is unique in that it sells not just coffee but also plants. The name feels special too. That Feeling. Sometimes, you do not have a name for that feeling. I ended the previous blog post with a sad feeling, a feeling with no name. Feelings are like cocktails. Sometimes, you can point fingers at the ingredients. Many times, you cannot. Most languages do not have adequate words to describe the shades of love, friendships, and other relationships in the world. We have friends. Good friends. Best friend? I dislike that phrase. It assumes there is one best friend. You must break up with your previous best friend because you found another one. 

The interiors of That Feeling

Often we assign biological roles to friendships. In many countries across Asia, we call our older friends "elder brother" or "elder sister" and younger friends "younger brother" or "younger sister." We don't mean anything with that, as it is more of a matter of respect for the age rather than an actual sibling-like feeling. Then, I also intentionally declared certain friends to be brothers and sisters. But do we need close friends to be siblings, children, parents, or uncles/aunts? Languages lack words to describe feelings and relationships. We are using something that probably is close enough as a loose replacement. Maybe those brothers and sisters you made in friends are not siblings, after all. They are more than just a friend. You do not have a label on them. We don't care about words that much. 

 

Memories define us

Literature has words. But I look for words we use in everyday practice. Love, 爱, and ආදර are used more generally (for example, love my country/ආදර මගේ රට.) காதல் is used more specifically for love between romantic partners, although some people use it as in "love your country" too. There are other words, too. We have பாசம்/நேசம்/விருப்பம்/அன்பு/කැමතියි/desire/lust/... But we still don't have enough words in daily use (not poetic literature) to explain all the shades of love and friendships. I look for words like the 12 levels of friendships in Arabic. Nibras taught me a few Arabic words on Twitter. Hubb (love in general), Ishq (deep, passionate love, soulmates), Mawaddah (mutual fondness between friends), Rahmah (compassionate or merciful love), Gharam (romantic infatuated love, passion), and Hawa (romantic sentimental love). He also shared some similar words from Urdu: Mohabbat (love/affection), Ishq (passionate, intense love), Pyaar (casual term for love), Dosti (friendship), Izzat (respect/honor in a relationship), Khuloos (sincerity / pure love), Jazbaat (emotions/feelings), and Dil ki Baat (matters of the heart). I am sure we are losing something in translation here. Not everything is easy to translate. We need more such words for common use across all languages. For you and me. Not just for elites.

Random walks

But sometimes, we do not need words. Most of my beautiful friendships/relationships are with people who do not speak my mother tongue. I recall one of my favorite songs: உள்ளங்கள் பேசும் மொழி அறிந்தால், உன் ஜீவன் துடிக்கத் தேவையில்லை. இரு கண்கள் பேசும் வார்த்தைகளை, இரு நூறு மொழிகள் சொல்வதில்லை. This loosely translates to: "If you understand the language of the hearts, you don't need to beat your soul. Two hundred languages will not express the words spoken by two eyes."

At least for me, feelings are usually mutual. If I like someone, usually they like me too. Sometimes, I feel like I do not like someone, and I imagine that feeling is mutual, too. "I think I dislike you for reasons unknown to me. Do you dislike me too?" That would be borderline weird in a bad way. But that is rare. I like people more than I dislike them. But that is where the word "like" fails me. I like people in general. But I like-like a few specifically. I love them. The word "love" is loaded with layers of romance and patriotism. And morning coffee. I love my coffee with coconut cream.

Hello, fellow traveler...

Memories shape my perception of a place. Sometimes, we are all travelers. Other times, one of us is a local. Mahas taught me an Urdu word on Twitter. Humsafar. It literally means fellow traveler. While it is used romantically to refer to a soulmate, it could also refer to others. I like that. This reminds me of the sweet people I encounter on my journey. In a way, I treat new countries and new friends similarly. I personify the land. I fell in love with Portugal and Alaska almost instantly. Then, a few places took their time to impress me. Some cities did not even try. Maybe they did not want to be friends with me, and that is okay. The feeling is mutual. Probably. I often travel in Alaska during mid-winter. I got stuck twice in blizzard conditions. I had to stay two more nights in Fairbanks and three more nights in the Adak Island, beyond what I initially planned. Lands have a soul. Sometimes, they do not want you to leave.

People are like lands, too. You meet someone. They become friends with you. You learn about their culture. A little bit of their language. Their philosophy. And their mannerisms. There is a little bit of their country in them. If they are an immigrant, there are probably two or more countries. People you meet along the way influence you the same way the lands influence you. Fellow travelers, after all. Our universes collided at that little point in time-space. Will the place still be the same when we return, if not for the people? We met by chance once when we were strangers. Now that we know each other, will we meet again by choice?