So Nick was playing in the foyer. Such a sweet kid. He came up to me and started asking me a lot of questions. (Sound familiar?). “What’s that? A question mark? Why are you asking questions? You should make it a statement. [I was writing my lesson which he noticed.] Do you want to see me do a triple jump? Do you want to see me do that again? [He fails his second attempt.] Did you see me almost fly? Do you have any games on your phone?” And so forth. Very sweet kid. I let him play with my phone, and pulled him up beside me on the sofa, and thought to myself: I’m going to be a good Dad. I can be wild and courageous and good and kind and everything a father needs to be.

Nick was a gift to me today.

(He chuckles to himself.)

(Really, though, no interest in trying to pick any fights.)

I’ve been thinking about visual representations of machine language for some time now.  I had an idea pour itself into my brain, oh, nearly a year ago, that has been consuming my thoughts ever since.

We live in a world of ones and zeroes and complex machine processes.  All of these processes are simplified by heavy lifting engineers, designers, and developers, and are served up to you over this magical thing we call the Internet.  Twitter, Facebook, email, blogs, news outlets, search engines.  Most people use these tools on a daily basis but have fairly little to no experience or understanding with the processes behind the scenes.  Indeed, as the world marches rapidly on in this grand technological revolution, the magic seems ever more elusive, and so it will continue.  Talk of singularity exacerbates or exemplifies (I suppose depending on how you look at it) this idea of consummation, a grand unifying theory of intelligence and the universe.  (I would state that God is the singularity, but I’ll leave that for another post.)  Still, what we see as magic, is represented in our modern world usually and practically by ones and zeroes, machine code, language.

Unfortunately, most engineer/mathematician types are so tied to their own familiar mathematical/computational worlds, they often forget to consider other paradigms.

Artists, for example, are often conditioned to think of the world in a very fluid way, usually untethered by mathematical models. Much of what happens in art is archetypal or symbolic, and often doesn’t follow any seemingly conventional logical arrangement. There are, of course, very strong exceptions to this. Music, for instance, especially in its theory, often requires strong left brained processes and so forth. In truth, I would argue that even the most right brained activities are not devoid of left logic, but rather are more complex mathematical paradigms, like chaos theory is to the beauty of fractals. So the cross-over from left to right and back again is not necessarily a schism, but a symbiotic coupling. Humans, in other words, utilize both sides of the brain.

Lately I’ve been thinking about a more artful representational approach to math and machine language — even in a banal world of ones and zeroes. The world has been thinking about machine language in terms of familiar mathematical, numeric, and alphabetic conventions for a fairly long time now, and it’s not exactly easy to realign the cosmos. Yet in a way, it also happens naturally. Wikis, wysisygs, drafting tools, photo and sound editors, blogging tools, and so forth, all these tools do the heavy mathematical and machine code lifting behind the scenes to make for a more artful end experience for the user.

But we rarely think of doing the same lifting for coders themselves. To be sure, code is symbolic, by its very nature, lingual. But I think it is possible to turn the whole thing on its head, and adopt a visual approach. What this would look like is anyone’s guess, but in a way we see it everywhere as the whole world of machine learning is abstracted more and more over time. As machines become more and more complex and can do more and more sophisticated things, there is a basic necessity to abstract and simplify those very processes, for ease of use, design, architecture, development, and…you name it.

That all said, I do not believe machines will ever learn anything on their own without human input. But, as I suggested earlier, that is another debate, as to the character of religion, God, science, and the universe.

Enjoy at your own secret eating.

Part I: Stay With Me

It would probably embarrass me to confess how many times this particular song has brought solace to me, but let’s just say that being alone on a mission at times, as well as other times in life, sometimes I’ve just needed some good ol’ cheese. (Plus, you know, it’s actually not that bad a song.  I’ve often thought I might do a cover of it someday.)

‘Sides.

Were it not for such drama, we should never have known this wonder.

Everything moves in its way:
trees sway,
ice goes down,
the rising forest meets
the heather field.

There is much to say,
where mountains find her feet,
and skies meet chimneys,
as seasons pause.

This place is mercy,
it is abundant,
rich, like the fat cow,
planted in the pasture.

It is small, delicate,
but expanding to its root,
where its end should be found,
but breadth cannot.

Its hatred is unknown.
Waste, want, wishes,
all these are left behind,
sad, shriveled at the gate.

Then it is chosen,
it is wide,
unbounded,
unfettered,

Amid Mizpah and Jeshanah,
the stone of life,
the sacrifice,
both doing and undoing.
Akedah. Amen.

It is small, it is simple,
but found in all,
unknown and knowing,
it is chosen,

And choosing,
comes to majesty,
to grace, to song,
to brightness,
to countenance,

O deep and abiding love,
once reborn, anew,
followed in its course,
charted to its endless fount.

Each telling, romantic at the ford,
Slips on to some foreboding end,
Out past the trimmed fields,
Past its decay and demise.

Fortune, once his travel mate,
Has left for other companionship,
Through the western gate, beyond
The eastern wall.

These are new thoughts, unfamiliar.
Broken against the still white on
Grim white. Out past the rivers of
Snow and plains of rushing earth.

He came into life, thrust from the
Royal abode of stars and dust,
Radiating from the commanding
Throne of all life –

The wanderer considers his,

Now an epic, like those of ruined
Pasts, once glorious cities, whose
Wildernesses are imaginations
For ogling foreign tourist.

His habitations, caves, dwelling
Holes. The strangers, cousins,
Familiar, and not so. One journey
Beyond another.

The pensive admiration of
Eternity, and other ruminations.
Colloquial expressions for easy
Understanding.

Song.
Significant ones and expressions to.
Unimaginable moments, aesthetics,
the gifts both given and received.

A lone man stops at the passing.

Mystified, reaching, grasping
For something intelligible, an
Absolute where a sudden epitaph
Flashes, almost indecipherable.

Yet here all will lie, on all accounts,
Covered by loving earth’s waves,
Where a man is benefited, by
All these who have charted the way.

Well.  This last episode?  The one where Michael Scott promised a bunch of kids 10 years prior to pay for college?  The one I just started watching and haven’t finished?

Yeah.

I think I might hurl.  For real.  Ha ha.

Update: that was truly evil.