I am an eclectic data scientist, with an almost pathological will to fit into every job’s dress. I once dreamt of becoming an economist, later wished to feel what it was like to be a hero risk manager shielding humanity from catastrophic bank failures. I even tried to become a pioneer of the blockchain revolution, because it would have been as cool as hell. But in the end, I hardly smashed my nose against the infamous formula claiming: (who we really are) > (who we pretend to be).
So I accepted the fact that at the end of the dreamy lane, I am only a weirdo who loves to use creativity even for the most menial tasks. Not an economist, nor a financier, but a person who craves complexity as much as he loves simplicity. Which makes my weirdness self-diagnosis quite self-explanatory.
In any case, I’ll put on a label even for the sake of this letter, and proudly state to be a data scientist. Even more emphatically, I am a data scientist who loves to peek into the future, which nowadays translates into that black matter that laymen call AI, that same AI that even poor Uncle Joe keeps talking about out of its fearest nightmares. No nightmares for poor me, only the curiosity to peek into the internal engines of magic — which AI seemed to me since a few years ago — and to use magic for the sake of the world. Well, that data scientist is still digging into the rabbit hole, mesmerized by all those loosely linked neural networks. Caught in the web. Still learning, but loving to learn.
