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Blog post5 SCIENTISTS AT THE FOREFRONT OF COMPUTING AND AI
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Blog postSuccess = talent + luck
Great success = a little more talent + a lot of luck
-- Daniel Kahneman, Winner of Nobel Memorial Prize in Economic Sciences (2002) If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich? Turns out it’s just chance.
The most successful people are not the most talented, just the luckiest, a new computer model of wealth creation confirms.
Granted
A short story. Excerpt from my book Fredric.
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Blog postThe practice of evolutionary algorithms involves a mundane yet inescapable phase, namely, finding parameters that work well. How big should the population be? How many generations should the algorithm run? What is the (tournament selection) tournament size? What probabilities should one assign to crossover and mutation? All these nagging questions need good answers if one is to embrace success. Through an extensive series of experiments over multiple evolutionary algorithm implementations and pr
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Blog postExcerpt from my book Machine Nature
“He wanted to dream a man: he wanted to dream him with minute integrity and insert him into reality.” This was the goal of the silent man who came from the South, in Jorge Luis Borges’s short story, “The Circular Ruins.” From Pygmalion, Frankenstein, and the Golem to Star Trek’s Lieutenant Commander Data, the dream of administering the breath of life has fascinated humankind since antiquity.
We’ve seen how human-made systems can -
Blog postExcerpt from my book Machine Nature
Science and engineering have traditionally proceeded along separate tracks. The scientist is a detective who’s up against the mysteries of Nature: He analyzes natural processes, wishing to explain their workings, ultimately seeking to predict their future behavior. Scientists ask questions such as: What goes on inside the Sun? And how long will it keep on burning? How does the weather system work? And how can we predict whether it will rain -
Blog postExcerpt from my book Machine Nature
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Who indeed framed the tyger? Two hundred years after William Blake wrote the beautiful opening stanza of The Tyger, we have a bet -
Blog postby Moshe Sipper We can plainly see why nature is prodigal in variety, though niggard in innovation. This beautiful statement was written by Charles Darwin in Origin of Species. As a corollary, I might add that, given nature’s prodigal resources, she needn’t be too smart, and — to paraphrase a famed Darwinist — can be seen to trudge along quite blindly.
Yet, in the field of Evolutionary Computation we practice the opposite of this Darwinian tenet, demonstrating at every conference, j -
Blog postAdapted from Hamlet's soliloquy by Moshe Sipper To run, or not to run — that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The boils and carbuncles of outrageous shoes
Or to take arms against a sea of shoe manufacturers
And by opposing run barefoot. To lie down, to sleep —
No more — and by a sleep to say we end
The heart’s race, and the thousand unnatural shocks
That running flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
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Blog postby Moshe Sipper Once upon a time there was a school for young dogs of fine breeding. The venerable establishment was quite selective, and accepted only male dogs whose noble line could be traced back at least five generations.
One day a cat walked into the school, to the astonishment of all the dogged students and doggy teachers. Nor was it a fine, well-bred cat. Oh no. This particular cat was quite scruffy, of an undefined greyish color, with not a single noble bone in its entire s -
Blog postby Moshe Sipper In a realm of science and merit, a professor once received tenure. Whereupon she began to think — an action, I might add, which had garnered her the prized academic station.
“Do I really need all that I possess?” she said out loud, for why should she not speak her mind. After all, she had tenure! “No,” she immediately replied respectfully. “My ears are of no use any more, for I no longer need to listen to colleagues or students.” And so she gave her ears forthwith to -
Blog postby Moshe Sipper In a faraway kingdom, known as Boozdom, ruled benevolently King Beer and Queen Wine. Their son, Prince Scotch, was beloved by all, and the fine citizens of the land were always merry and slightly wobbly.
One day an evil pirate named Sober landed on the shores of this joyous realm. And he would have brought the downfall of Boozdom, were it not for love.
Ah, love!
For Sober fell in love with Princess Bloody Mary, and their wedding was the wooz -
Blog postby Moshe Sipper Accept: We’re a shitty journal and we’ll accept anything. Even your pathetic rubbish.
Accept with Minor Changes: The referees haven’t read your piece of crap. All they ask is that you add every single one of their own papers to your bibliography section.
Accept with Major Changes: Your paper is worthless. However, if you change the Introduction, Previous Work, Methodologies, Setup, Results, and Conclusion sections, we might change our mind. (Or not.) -
Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
It was the last woman. “Forgot your keys again?” asked the last man calmly. He was quite used to his wife’s key-loss-phy by now — and he loved her for it.
“Sorry dear,” spoke the last woman softly as she entered the house.
“How are the kids doing?” asked the last man somewhat anxiously. “Are they okay?”
“I’d say they’re taking this pretty wel -
Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper The thing I hated most was when people told me I wasn’t to blame, because, after all, I was only seven years old when the 'unpleasantness' began.
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Blog postExcerpt from my book Machine Nature An eagle flaps its wings; a Boeing 747 doesn’t. A dolphin wiggles its body and jiggles its fins — a submarine just has a motor in the back. A dog walks on legs; a Mercedes-Benz rolls on wheels. A rose runs on water and light; a flashlight runs on batteries. A tiger develops in a womb from a single cell to a magnificent multicellular beast — a toy tiger is constructed full blown in a factory. A piano player goes through years of intensive training, learning to
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Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper Please excuse my handwriting — it’s been quite a while since I actually used pen and paper to write anything more than my signature, but that’s the only writing medium I found here.
I have to admit the view outside the window is breathtaking, even with the full knowledge of its mortal danger. Perhaps this is because the ticking countdown on the small digital display next to me foretells my demise in fifty-seven minutes, whether I remain indoors or ventu -
Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper Janet Cohen could tell the outcome as soon as she saw Dr. Barnaby Finch walk out the door. His ashen face spoke louder than words.
“They rejected it, right?” she asked tremulously.
“I’m so very sorry, Janet,” replied Dr. Finch in a broken voice. “I … It’s … If only —”
Janet interjected softly, trying to put on a brave face. “Barnaby, it’s not your fault. We knew it was risky.” But then her composure dissipated like grains of sa -
Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper Twenty-one minutes and thirty-two seconds.
Professor Artie Mensch viewed the remaining time shown in large, bold numerals on the iWall and then he turned to his young colleague. “You know, this whole system is only ten years old.”
“Is it now?” said Dr. Tommy Bing. “Well, ten years ago I was still an undergraduate.”
“Ah, youth,” sighed Artie smilingly.
“We’ll know soon enough whether we’ve nailed that grant,” said T -
Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper She was just too beautiful — and he, too shy. Would that he could work up the courage to ask her out. But, alas, affairs of the heart are never easy. Not by far.
For hours and hours every day he would gaze upon her, observe her, study her. Every minute detail of her fine-boned visage he would scrutinize with unending yearning. How he craved to caress that magnificent shock of raven hair. How he longed to touch — ever so gently — that noble neck.
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Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper Dr. Marvel Sky was the greatest computer scientist of his day. He had but a slight problem with his career in that his unique greatness was uniquely recognized by himself alone. And so, at the age of forty-five, he was still but a lowly assistant professor.
And untenured to boot. Indeed, he’d just exited what had proved to be his penultimate tenure hearing, and the words of Professor Jed Newman, Head of the Tenure Committee, still rang loudly in his hea -
Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper “Seventy-nine?!” cried Linda Ryan, Head of the Planetary Survey. “You're sitting here with a straight face, telling me the Takeinians have seventy-nine different sexes?”
“Yes,” replied Mark Yang tersely and undauntedly. Head of the Contact Team, he was always terse and undaunted. But damn competent, thought Ryan. She knew he had much to do with the success of their mission. They'd already got to a point where they could carry on halting conversatio -
Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper As Stewart was about to descend the final rung he heard a shout on the helmet radio:
“Yee haw!”
Which engendered the unfortunate consequence that the first words uttered by a human being on Mars were:
“Who the hell was that?”
Years of planning. Months of travel. This was not how things were supposed to unfold, thought Commander William Stewart as the realization sank in: he was standing on the planet surface. On Mar -
Blog postA short story by Moshe Sipper It was a tranquil Sunday afternoon, a rarity I savored greatly but which annoyed Olmes to the utmost. It did not last long, though. The calm was suddenly interrupted when Olmes sprang like an arrow and proclaimed:
“The King’s emissary shall present himself at our abode within the moment.”
“I suppose some amazing explanation of this deductive feat of yours is forthcoming?” I said, trying hard to stifle a yawn.
“Elementary, my -
Blog postby Moshe Sipper We were watching TV,
My friend Billy and I,
When Mommy came in
With a hot apple pie.
She said, “Boys have a piece
Of this hot apple pie,
I’ve made it just now,
Go ahead, don’t be shy.”
I ate one big piece,
And Billy had two,
My mommy makes pies
Like no one we knew!
Then Mommy said, “Boys,
Why sit in the dark?
It’s so sunny outside,
Go play in the park.”
So I
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