Hello there, my name is

George Smith and I love programming science data computers dogs

Biography

I was born and raised in Kiev, Ukraine and currently living in Chicago. Ahab turned. “Starbuck!” “Sir.” “Oh, Starbuck! it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky. On such a day—very much such a sweetness as this—I struck my first whale—a boy-harpooneer of eighteen! Forty—forty—forty years ago!—ago! Forty years of continual whaling! forty years of privation, and peril, and storm-time! forty years on the pitiless sea! for forty years has Ahab forsaken the peaceful land, for forty years to make war on the horrors of the deep! Aye and yes, Starbuck, out of those forty years I have not spent three ashore. When I think of this life I have led;

Education

  • 1988 - 1991: Technology High School of Kiev
  • 1991 - 1994: New College of Technology Budapest
  • 1994 - 1997: BA(hons) - Computer Science & Information Technology at Kiev University,
  • 1997 - 1999: MSc - Computer Science & Information Technology at Kiev University,

Languages

  • Russian : Native
  • English Fluent.
  • Suomi : Nope, I got nothing here.
  • Spanish : Fluent.

Skills

Distributed Operating Systems

99%

Large Scale Systems Optimization

70%

Data Analysis : Mining

75%

Quantum Computing

30%

Cryptanalysis

80%

Data Analysis : Hashing

60%

P2P Algorithms

65%

Artificial Intelligence

75%

Experience

  • 1996 - 1997 : Lab Research Assistant

    The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was, ‘Why is a raven like a writing-desk?’ ‘Come, we shall have some fun now!’ thought Alice. ‘I’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles.—I believe I can guess that,’ she added aloud. ‘Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?’ said the March Hare. ‘Exactly so,’ said Alice.

  • 2005 - 2009 : Associate Professor at University of Kiev

    The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was, ‘Why is a raven like a writing-desk?’ ‘Come, we shall have some fun now!’ thought Alice. ‘I’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles.—I believe I can guess that,’ she added aloud. ‘Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?’ said the March Hare. ‘Exactly so,’ said Alice.

  • 1998 - 1999 : Lab Research Assistant

    The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was, ‘Why is a raven like a writing-desk?’ ‘Come, we shall have some fun now!’ thought Alice. ‘I’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles.—I believe I can guess that,’ she added aloud. ‘Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?’ said the March Hare. ‘Exactly so,’ said Alice.

  • 2010 - 2015 : Assintant of Technology Consulting for Such a Great Company LTD., SGC

    The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was, ‘Why is a raven like a writing-desk?’ ‘Come, we shall have some fun now!’ thought Alice. ‘I’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles.—I believe I can guess that,’ she added aloud. ‘Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?’ said the March Hare. ‘Exactly so,’ said Alice.

Coding

  • JAVA
  • PHP
  • C
  • C++
  • Python
  • Ruby
  • D
  • B
  • SQL
  • Assembly
  • .NET
  • JAVA
  • PHP
  • C
  • C++
  • Python
  • Ruby
  • D
  • B
  • SQL
  • Assembly
  • .NET

Software

  • Matlab
  • MathWorks
  • Excel
  • Notepad
  • Scientific Calculator
  • Infographic Studio
  • DataLex
  • Syntha8
  • NoveTR
  • Starsaze
  • KILO
  • Zit
  • ProgrammZ
  • 2Mentios
  • Planes Coordinator

Hobbies

Mountain Biking

Dogs

Reading

Shopping

Information

On his back was a quiverful of arrows. From a sheath hanging about his  neck on a thong, projected the battered handle of a hunting knife. He  was as brown as a berry, and walked softly, with almost a catlike tread.  In marked contrast with his sunburned skin were his eyes—blue, deep  blue, but keen and sharp as a pair of gimlets. They seemed to bore into  aft about him in a way that was habitual. As he went along he smelled  things, as well, his distended, quivering nostrils carrying to his brain  an endless series of messages from the outside world. Also, his hearing  was acute, and had been so trained that it operated automatically.  Without conscious effort, he heard all the slight sounds in the apparent  quiet—heard, and differentiated, and classified these sounds—whether  they were of the wind rustling the leaves, of the humming of bees and  gnats, of the distant rumble of the sea that drifted to him only in  lulls, or of the gopher, just under his foot, shoving a pouchful of  earth into the entrance of his hole.

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