Pat Gunn (dachte) wrote,
Pat Gunn
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Pianos made of Cheese

Oddly, I don't remember much of yesterday. It might be because I hadrather vivid dreams... My group at CMU was going to either New York orCalifornia (I think), and we were running around the offices grabbing allthe things we thought we'd need.. except somehow, by the stuff we had, weactually all lived in our offices. We were then at an airport, bored, andwaiting, and I was avoiding X's gaze.. and then we were on the airplane..it was a small plane, with no fixed seats, and people were allowed to changeseats anytime they wanted.. and no non-auton people were there. It wastaking an oddly long time to take off, and so I looked out the windows, andfound that we were, for some odd reason, taxiing (when an airplane drivesaround before taking off) all over Brecksville, for some odd reason.. well,the 'dark' version of brecksville -- it was definitely the Brecksville frommy 'other side' dreams and not the actual one. I heard some people saying thatwe might've been there to pick someone up before we took off. And then X startedtalking to me..

I woke up, and found Wally circling, and then sitting on my laptop keyboard,sending gibberish IM's to about 5 people, and inserting a lot of fur thatI'll slowly be digging out later. I don't remember falling asleep, but Ineed to remember to close my screen to at least 45 degrees so Wally can'tget in there before I nod off, or at least switch to another workspace wheremy IM client isn't there for him to mess with.

Goodbye to mp3.com. Also, looks like the Chinesedon't want to be outdone by the most recent wacko serial killer here..I just hope we don't start a big competition on that front :) People like that(I'm being a bit naughty here) belong in the military :)Looks like Pakistan might actually have a fashion police. Heh

Here is a scientific advance that actually could rock the world. If it'stransferrable to humans, it suggests there's actually a cure to type-1diabetes, and even better, it's not that expensive or engineered. An end tothis condition would really change things..On sciency notes, Kasparov is again frustrated by computer challengers -- he lostgame 2, and so he'll need to win the next two to get a victory. It is prettycool that he's being a good sport about it and still playing against computersafter the Big Blue matches a few years ago.I just briefly reread some of the commentary on one of the games, and amremembering covering what Deep Blue was doing, to a limited extent, in one ofmy classes -- and it got me to thinking... at some level, pruning (cutting offentire categories of possibilities for consideration, Deep Blue's strength) andchoosing categories for exploration (a typically human strength) are the samething... but when there are incredibly large numbers of possible moves in agame (e.g. real life), there are some big mathematical and enumerative questionsthat can be asked, especially when minor variations are permitted on each.They still are on a spectrum, but a rough one.

Covers of "Goonies", books of mormon, and the joys of usenet moderation..

"You're the most human person I know""Umm.. thanks..?"

It's a bit late to be introducing new characters, when the credits are beingprepped to travel across the screen... There's not gonna be a new movie, soall the promises of newness are there for continuity. Soon, we'll all bemarching across the stage, with two gestures, one of us as characters, andone of us as people. A bow, a final wave to the crowd, and a goodbye.They may watch this on videocasettes, so it will never end in one sense..but the props have been sold, and so it never shall be, again. The band,who started this journey, long ago, picks up its instruments, and plays themusic.. a bridge, one end on this rocky shore, the other end missing, and whatwas once water, now a chasm over *elsewhere*.. the cast, some still dressedas their characters, some not, is chatting, and one by one walking onto thebridge, carrying their things, props and such. One by one, their motionsnot even pretending that this world matters, not even pretending that it's areal cliff, a real fall, they walk over the edge, into the light beneath.The landscape fades into a fuzzy white, the unneeded details disappearas people depart this fading realm. "What about you, man? You coming?""I'm gonna sit here for awhile".. A song from this world escapes lips, asthe fuzzy whiteness swallows the landscape, leaving just the bridge, thegap, and the figure on the side of the bridge.. Sitting down, singing alone.

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