The Unfinished Symphony of a Computational Linguist 🎻✨

Once upon a time, in the dimly lit cubicles of corporate obscurity, there was a girl named kenia_beck—armed with nothing but a dream, a laptop, and an artistic soul that refused to be caged. This is not just a bio; it’s a confession, a revolution, and a love letter to every misfit who’s ever felt like a comma in a world obsessed with full stops.

Chapter 1: The Broken Keyboard

I started at the bottom—literally. My first job was transcribing audio files for a tech company that paid me in exposure and burnout. But between the static-filled recordings and the soul-crushing monotony, I found beauty in the chaos. Language wasn’t just data; it was alive. It breathed, it bled, it lied. And I? I was obsessed. 💻🔥

(Yes, I cried over a misplaced semicolon once. No, I won’t apologize.)

Chapter 2: The Algorithmic Muse

Then came the awakening. Computational linguistics wasn’t just a career—it was my art. I danced with Python scripts, flirted with neural networks, and whispered secrets to chatbots until they almost sounded human. The world called it AI; I called it poetry. 🦾🎭

But let’s be real: the climb was ugly. I faked confidence until it became real, tripped over syntax errors, and once sent a 400-slide deck to the CEO with a typo in the title. (Pro tip: Never confuse ‘corpus’ with ‘corpse’.)

Chapter 3: The Art of Code

Now? I’m a digital alchemist—turning cold, hard code into stories that sting and shimmer. My work lives in the liminal space between logic and art, where every bug is a metaphor and every dataset has a heartbeat. 💔🤖

But darling, this isn’t a success story. It’s a survival story. And if you’ve ever felt like a glitch in the system, welcome home. Let’s break some rules—and maybe some servers. Oops.

P.S. I still don’t know how to parallel park. Some battles are eternal. 🚗💨