Hasan Nazim Genc

Me with two friends (I'm in the middle).

About Me

I'm a PhD candidate at the University of California, Berkeley, where I'm advised by Krste Asanović. Currently, I'm working on the Gemmini project. Gemmini is a platform that we're building for full-system, full-stack evaluation of DNN accelerator workloads. In the past, I've also contributed to the Chisel hardware construction language, and to MAVBench, an end-to-end benchmarking platform for drone applications.

My research interests include the design of hardware accelerators for DNN workloads, as well as the design of programming interfaces for such accelerators. I am also interested in agile hardware design methodologies.


  • University of California, Berkeley, PhD (in progress)
  • University of Texas at Austin, BS, 2018

Work Experience

  • Nvidia, Research Intern, 2022
  • Anyscale, Software Engineering Intern, 2021
  • Amazon Web Services, SDE Intern, 2020
  • Intel, Software Engineer Intern, 2017
  • CAPSHER Technology, Software Developer Intern, 2016

Selected Publications


  • Omar Khayyam, in The Rubaiyat:

    Myself when young did eagerly frequent
    Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument
    About it and about: but evermore
    Came out by the same door where in I went.

    With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
    And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;
    And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--
    "I came like Water, and like Wind I go."


    There was the Door to which I found no Key;
    There was the Veil through which I might not see:
    Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
    There was--and then no more of Thee and Me.

  • Yunus Emre, in a poem about an unfortunate tree:

    Dağdan kestiler hezenim
    Bozuldu türlü düzenim
    Ben bir usanmaz ozanım
    Derdim var inilerim

    Dülgerler her yanım yoldu
    Her azam yerine kondu
    Bu iniltim Haktan geldi
    Derdim vardır inilerim

  • Peter W. Schramm:

    “But where are we going?” I asked.
    “We are going to America,” my father said.
    “Why America?” I prodded.
    “Because, son. We were born Americans, but in the wrong place,” he replied.