July 13, 2008

[677] Automated total human knowledge analysis

Filed under: Computers/Technology, Politics/Government, Science/Research — jhlo @ 6:32 pm

The entire body of human knowledge has long since surpassed the point where any one person could ever hope to understand any significant proportion of it. This is apparent from the greater and greater levels of specialization in people’s everyday lives, despite surface appearances that the general populace is becoming more well-rounded in its knowledge. The truth is, people individually do not know much more (in quantity) than people really have; the knowledge that is gained of new technologies and such replaces knowledge that is perhaps less useful. What passes as broad knowledge is actually the accessibility to that knowledge, not the possession of it: humans are learning more methods of archiving and subsequently finding information, rather than better methods of retaining it within the mind.

The externalization of knowledge is hardly a new innovation. As I have often mentioned in conversations, I believe that evolution works in self-similar stages - think of the zooming-out sequence in Men in Black or, if you’ve seen it, the narrated preview for the upcoming game “Spore.” Basically, single cells, each of which used to know everything about day-to-day cell life, came together in a cooperative society, and the repository of knowledge turned into the ganglion or brain of the larger animal. The ganglion cells themselves - the brain cells - have no intrinsic knowledge of the knowledge that they store; the other cells access and use this information through signals, but they do not hold the knowledge within themselves.

Likewise, multi-organismal society is now at a point where it can no longer be like a brainless jellyfish. What is arising naturally are large repositories of knowledge, such as libraries, succeeded now by the larger internet. Knowledge is not only a sitting body but a dynamic conversation that exists on a time-scale and size-scale so large that people may view it as being a fixed entity.

The current methods of information exchange are very nice, but there is one fatal flaw: no meta-analysis outside of our own selves, the fundamental “cells” of the organism of humankind. The genius of human existence is the ability to take the “wikipedia” of inputs from all the five senses, compounded over many years, and distill out higher-level conclusions and theories.

Current knowledge databases such as, say, PubMed or ISI, which compile more research than any person could ever hope to even click on, not to mention read or understand, are rapidly becoming unwieldy. In the rush to create knowledge, there is not enough sustained effort to remold it. I am confident that many secrets and patterns of humanity and human disease already have enough research put in, if only that research were combined effectively and the correct connections made. And if the published literature is insufficient, then it is the combined knowledge and observations of the researchers themselves that would hold the answers. The “scientific hero” model dating from just a century ago, and epitomized by the Nobel Prize, is completely out-of-date, and the gradual lifting of the proprietary attitude towards science through the greater availability of full text publications, wikis, copyleft / free software, and wide-ranging collaboration confirms that the new era of knowledge will be built not by forefathers upon marble pedestals but by the average Joe.

Who, then, will be charged with the requisite meta-analysis that I alluded to earlier? In my belief, the entity to serve such a function is none other than a computer. Robotics has its triumphs in automated arms and belts that power current manufacturing by rapidly and accurately processing raw materials towards the production of just about every product - this is the only way production has been able to keep up with design and demand. The corresponding state-of-the-art for data which exists virtually rather than physically (virtual information being both encoded in computers and in human minds) is basically only indexing and searching. Wikipedia does not, to my knowledge, try to sift through its cross-references to discover the meaning of human existence or better ways for physics to inform biology or evaluate the best system of government. But the data is already there! For a human being, it takes so many years to write a single dissertation which looks upon a sliver of the pie of knowledge, and in turn is read by only a sliver of the people who ought to be reading it.

What is needed for this project is not artificial intelligence that mimics human thought, per se - the brain does not think in the manner of cells. What is needed is a new paradigm of thought, which is simpler yet more powerful than human thought. Whereas cells are concerned about the minutiae about particles and neighboring cells and fluid flows, the brain ignores most of that and considers the hunger level of the entire body, the status of sheep in the meadow which none of the cells know about, and the relative attractiveness of members of the opposite gender, which certainly cells would not understand at all. Not just the scale, but the nature of the thoughts transcend the capabilities of any contributing member of the knowledge.

The idea of a “brain” for an entire species has been entertained many times before, but usually in the context of some dominating hive-queen. There is nowhere in the description above that suggests that such a central unit would ever have to be dominant in function; nor that it even has to be “alive” in the way we understand it. It is just that, now with humanity trying to deal with problems of the entire body of its billions of people and with the Earth as a whole, there must be a better way of thinking globally than using our feeble minds which have yielded brazenly useless solutions such as the recent agreement to cut emissions by 50% by 2050 (what human can conceive of 42 years of future events? And why is only one small part of the problem being addressed)? Without a guiding mind that can at least put together the crises in fish, bees, the atmosphere, forests, rivers, trash, toxic chemicals, radiation, soil quality, and so forth, in a meaningful way, how will the environmental issue ever be tackled effectively?  All of these issues are interconnected, but people only become interested in them one at a time, or in all of them with no particular plan or comprehensive understanding.  Synthesizing the next layer of knowledge is probably the only way the human race can make peace with the world and with itself.

July 6, 2008

[676] Christina

Filed under: Drawings — jhlo @ 1:42 pm

OK, probably last CG for awhile.  This one is Princess Christina, a character from the Foresta saga in 6th Grade Creative Writing class.  Her color scheme is pink and gold.

Her original design, to the best of my memory, is this (state of the art 6th grade drawing style …):

This CG was based in turn on a sketch I made a few years ago of Christina, which provides an easier reference to deal with (and in my opinion still the best rendering of her I’ve ever made):

Pencil Sketch

Too lazy to be bothered with her clothes for today (I haven’t practiced fabrics at all, just facial features), I drew this portrait of her head.  I know I got lazy on the hair, but she has too much of it!
Princess Christina

July 4, 2008

[675] First morning

Filed under: Main storyline — jhlo @ 8:44 am

This morning, I woke up around 7:30 to the sound of doors opening and closing outside (my ears are *very* sensitive).  I decided to get up and see if I could find a good place to go jogging on a regular schedule (probably 7-8, before I head off to class/work).  I headed due west, arriving at the small river as marked on Google maps, and there were two nice paths there (one on either side; the west side of the river has a paved one; the east side has gravel).  I descended by stairs to the paved path and jogged north until the path ended (about five minutes), which was at the Landmark shopping center.  I was shocked because I came out from the lower elevations of the path and before me was a Staples, a Bed Bath & Beyond, and a Best Buy!  I had been here before, but it was always so far away.  Well, things were really turning out well for me, because my room lacked a trash can and a pillow - conveniently just the stores I needed (but I need to return later, probably around lunchtime, since I only had around seven dollars on me at the time - I don’t go running with loads of cash!).

I was in a good mood and headed back along the eastern path, discovering a shortcut path leading back up to Longwood Avenue, which makes for one less street crossing than taking the stairs.  I had a nice breakfast at Boloco and returned to my dorm about an hour after leaving.

The path has a lot of nice sketching locations - benches positioned in front of trees.  There are oaks, birches, beeches, and I believe some walnut trees around, among others.  Most of the trees tilt at a precarious angle, up to 30 degrees (one birch was at 120 degrees, completely bent over), probably because they cleared the trees right next to the river and the farther trees saw an opportunity to grow towards the open areas.  The paths are almost completely shaded, and combined with mid-60s breezy lows, it actually feels really comfortable running outside.  I really want to make a habit of it.

July 3, 2008

[675] Dry Skin Hazards

Filed under: Main storyline — jhlo @ 5:21 pm

A small bump at the intersection of my thumb and index finger developed sometime last year and became very itchy; it persisted in varying sizes and itch-levels for the entire year, sometimes becoming two bumps and sometimes nearly disappearing.  This summer, many more similar bumps arose on my elbows, and they became phenomenally itchy, to the point where I scratched them and they started bleeding.  I eventually guessed (correctly) that they were due to dry skin, although usually such bumps only would appear after my skin turned chalky and “alligator”-like, and only in the dryness of winter.  Using moisturizing lotion, I was able to get these bumps to subside, and similar application to the back of my hand also removed that bump, which probably came about due to constant rubbing from pencils or pens I was holding.  The lotion was definitely the solution, for I performed the treatment under controlled experimental conditions (I applied lotion to one elbow and not the other, confirming negative results with the untreated elbow).
I then wondered if such bumps could have been around all my life, and I just had never realized that they were due to dry skin.  I remembered at some point that my knees, as long as I could ever remember (at least dating back to elementary school) were bumpy - they had these small orange-pellet (the small units of an orange)-shaped protrusions which contained strange white fibers which could be pulled out.  I decided to apply lotion to these as well, and voila, they have nearly vanished!

There are many other locations where I am suspecting that abnormal bumps which I have simply associated with my normal condition are actually the result of dry skin acting up.  I shall apply lotion to these as well and see if perhaps I can restore my skin to a nice, smooth state!

June 30, 2008

[674] Trees

Filed under: Drawings — jhlo @ 7:19 pm

I have always wanted to draw backgrounds, but without pressure sensitivity, I have never been able to do so.  It’s nearly impossible to draw a tree without making use of brush-strokes.  Now that I have these capabilities back, I can draw trees!  I have been studying from Jezebel (DevArt)’s wonderful tutorials (pocketmole.com).  Her trees are really gorgeous and natural without attempting to be photorealistic.  I need to practice making branches thinner and leaves more subtle.

Deciduous Tree:

Deciduous Tree
Pine tree:
Pine tree

[673] More drawings ..

Filed under: Drawings — jhlo @ 4:20 pm

I’m far too lazy to finish any of these.  Blah?  I just want to keep working in this style until I get fast enough, then I’ll be willing to invest the time in finishing one nicely.  Until then, I’ll just post these half-baked CGs.

Fortunately, I just figured out a HUGE issue with why it was taking me SO long to draw anything.  It’s because I did all these drawings with *NO PRESSURE SENSITVITY* on my tablet.  I knew something was weird - nice brush strokes didn’t use to be this difficult to create!  So I coped by basically using the smudge tool to create *every single tapered end* that you see in the drawings below.  Yes, that includes every strand of hair, all the eyelashes, and the scorpions.  It was so unnatural, so un-painting-like, and the result of course is that it doesn’t look like a painting.
The root of the problem was that the tablet installed itself on this computer without the proper driver, which handles all of the pressure sensitivity.

GAAAHHHHH!!!!  Expect much better, and much quicker, drawings soon!

Girl with pigtails
Arcelia, minus earrings and head stuff

June 29, 2008

[672] The Swordsmith’s Daughter

Filed under: Short Stories — jhlo @ 1:36 pm

If that last entry of “ancient writing” is not your cup of tea, perhaps you might want to read my new short story instead?  A PDF (39 pages) can be found here.

Enjoy!

[671] Old journal

Filed under: Main storyline — jhlo @ 1:05 pm

Cleaning the attic, I have come across all sorts of strange artifacts.  Today, I picked up a blue notebook and opened it, to discover that it was the free-write journal I was forced to keep in freshman year of high school - I believe we got 5-10 minutes each day to write in them, and I apparently took full advantage of the fact that no one would be reading them.  The entries reek of senselessness and a bit of pretension, so it’s a bit embarrassing, but I wish to commemorate that time past by typing some selected entries up here.
I used to write a lot of stories which were simply characters saying irrational things.  I suppose I once found it funny, although they hardly elicit laughs from me today.  If you are hoping to know what I did in high school, you will be very disappointed.  Not a single word refers to my everyday life, and most of the feelings are distant or fictional.  Here are a few excerpts, my personal favorite being the 2/12/01 entry which records “observations” about rocks, after a decoy first line, presumably because the teacher was nearby:

September 8, 2000

2:57 PM Sunny, Clear
80 degrees F

“Step up to the plane, you silly VOLES!
This is a VOLE PLANE, for voles only.  Selovs can just go and drink milk in the lobby.”

“Well, sir, the Voles aren’t listening.  They’re running under the tires for shelter!” (shudder) “Man, the VOLE PLANE is big.”

“Yep, sure is, it’s the biggest in its class.”

“Really?”

“Really?”

Of course, of course, sir, the Voles are not boarding right now.

[rest of entry truncated]

11/3/00

77 degrees, Sunny, 2:44

BLUE MARBLE

I doubt that blue marble will eat today
‘Tis too warm and too cold,
The foods are of recession,
My tables are paling,
Smiling, I look at blue marble,
Why?
Blue marble will be eating today,
But there is no way for him to eat.

DESK

I know I say it.  They won’t believe me.  The desk has shifted; I don’t like that.

How could the desk move?

-CREAK-

Spake into my astonished face,
Desk, dare-thou to move againe,
Smile not,
Eat not,
Creep but an inch
My anger is welling,
quiet, quiet, shall it move once again?

-CREAK-

No games, not I,
I play no games,
Neither shall your games
Fool me to play,
No games, not I

[Two more of these .. things .. “Temperature” and “Cheese,” have been omitted]

Nov. 17, 2000

Cloudy, cold 2:45 PM

CAT

It’s a rainy day,
A gloomy day,
An all in all
Quieting day,
But it’s not a sad day,
No, sir,
It’s a day to be spent
With a cat.

(various doodles accompany)

You tiptoe on the rugs,
Keeping a straight face,
Dreamily murmuring,
Delicately flowingly stepping,
and then it’s
An hour’s past
Your body aches and cries
For a cat.

Meow!
Cries he that is Cat,
You feel joy swelling up
Engulfing all thoughts.
You are smiling,
Your eyes closed,
You envision that you are spending the day
With a cat.

Grateful whispers
From his petite mouth,
Rummaging through the piles
You have compiled
You seem annoyed,
Yet you are friendly and kind,
Your smile is big because you’re spending this day
With a cat.

You pounce about,
Petting soft Cat-y,
Wielding food
And joy,
You can’t think
Of a care in this world -
You’re spending this day
With a cat.

The clouds retreat,
The sun beats down,
You look out the window,
Wondering,
Cat leaps onto your lap,
You’re the one purring, because you’d just spent a day
With a cat.

- - - -

1/5/01

Sun / 2:41 PM

O.K., well, this week I feel pretty strange, but maybe … …

Of course, I will help you; you’re my best friend

Why’s it so hot!

If it weren’t so quit–

If it were lonely
Would it be happy?

My cat

NO!

Cat.  Not mine.

How can we say
We own others?

It’s slavery.

Equal Rights for Everything.

If water had rights, would we be dead?

I can live forever in my atoms.

Don’t you wish love were eternal?

No! What is good
without evil?

Maybe if we threw away evil,
It’d just be a big clump ‘o junk.

Would you throw away your flaws?

If blue were red
Would I blush blue
Or red?

Am I afraid
Or am I scared
Or am I fearful?

If hair were hard
Could we still cuddle in it?

My feet are warm
but only compared to outside

What is,
What isn’t


The above isn’t a line.  In fact, it is a series of mounds on a smush of life.Can it be that love’s just a joke?We had the ability to live forever

How did we know that we had to turn it off?

We take what is for granted,
but I am sure that everything done unconsciously has a reason.

There is a reason why we are so inefficient:
Our bodies don’t function as well as they could.

Evolution didn’t create stronger beings, it created equal ones.

The ones unfit die because they aren’t good for the species.

We live for the species.

Even as we try to only focus on ourselves,
Our bodies know that our population as one is the one tha tmust liv eon, not us.

Our cells know that

For the good for our species, our old die in favor of our young.

January 26, 2001

2:43 PM

77 degrees –> classroom
Sunny & clear 45 degrees –> outside

Sometimes, I just go and collapse onto the soft, leafy grasses that my mom gave to me for my birthday.  She said that they were specially made just for me in her lab.

I’m pretty much a lair cuz I have covered myself with paper (metaphorically, of courses), so people think I’m just a bland white.  But I’m hardly the subservient-scientist-under-the-queen kind of character.  I mustn’t let this be understood, so I write in English, an ancient language that died out 900 years ago.  Iyens is so much easier and florid, but this will have to do.

My “mom” feels guilty for having produced me simply to create the “Urime`ntian,” but I’m just glad that I’m the only unit in my batch.  But that only makes me more lonely.  The other people have their sister units to talk to and conspire with, and I must live on my own.

I have to concentrate most of my life on synthesizing a god, and I have the basic plan finalized.  However, I think I’ll put some twists.  They are too ignorant to realize what will happen when the psychic, nearly-immortal gods are released into society.  It’s so stupid.  The perfect organism, a god, would be … all it is.  there is no change, no need to change, and just existence.  People aren’t ready for this.  They want meaning in their “children’s” lives and their own’s.  If the project is finished, only clone will have to be produced every million years.  I won’t be heir to queen anymore, as the gods will be our rulers until all of us die out. The gods’ll be silvery-white …

Monday, 2/12/01

70 degrees 2:43 PM
Cold outside

Today, I am taking notes on the textural softness of cat fur.

My teacher is so far away, so I will take notes on the severe hardness of a rock.

* When you poke a rock, it sometimes jumps.  This is a natural reaction, due to the force of the point concentrating on the breaking point of the rock.  By applying minor pressure, it reacts as to preserve its form.  However, quick transcension of the forces will cultivate a calm, invisible rift that will rip the hardness and thus ruin the rock.

* Applying water to the surface of the rock will tan its surface and emphasize its wrinkles.  This is why rocks like to sit in the sun or underground if they are too ashamed of their looks.

* A rock that hits a head remains hard as before.  However a scratch on the surface will created a canyon-like white streak, revealing rock-blood.  Such wounds can be attended to but are extremely hard to heal.

* By examing a rock’s underlying infrastructure, we see an intricate society woven together.  The solidity is caused by the uniform existence of cloned molecules.  By creating diversity in these molecules, the rock becomes unique, having its own speial pattern.

* The rock fur isn’t really fur but a fashionable moss.  In general, female rocks like this rock-fur, but rocks don’t really have genders, so the previous statement is void.

* By placing a bomb on a rock, it proves its determination and honor, enduring the blast to protect fellow rocks.  Every time a rock gets blown up, be ashamed that its dedication is overlooked.

* Naive rocks may bounce, but elder rocks stay put.

* If the temeprature is too high, rocks can mutate into their liquid counterparts.  Do not touch mutated rocks.

* Usually, rocks are spelled “r-o-c-k-s,” but cool rocks are dubbed skcor(s).

Justin

Sunny & Clear 72 degrees

There are more rocks than one rock.  Or more than one.  Some rocks can have more than one.  Three rocks hold 3 > 1, but Three Rocks >/ 1 rock at all times.

In order to examine this desk, I will read what other people have written [on it].  A person has mispelled “communist.” [Note: I mispelled mispelled and had to cross out the extra “s”]  That makes the person look stupid.  That was probably not his/her intention.

A green cat is pigmented green.  Cats only have orange and black pigments, so there is no such thing as a green cat.

However, if a person paints a cat green, is that cat green?

Before I say that it is, let us ask that if a person paints his/her face blue, is the person blue-skinned?

According to logic, the cat is not green, though it appears to be.  In itself, the cat is still its original color.

So, if a cat painted green is not necessarily a green cat, then a house painted blue is not nessarily a blue house.  Only the paint is blue, and the house is still a house.

So, if only the sun’s light is yellow & orange, then the sun is not necessarily golden.  The atoms themselves would be clear, and the light released would be like the paint.

Just like paint can be peeled off, can sunlight be “peeled” off?  Then, the sun would be clear.  If the sun were clear, then it’d still be the sun but Earth would not be bright.  So, if the sun isn’t seen, is it still the sun?

So, then, the “sun” as most describe it, is really the sunlight or the sunheat.  Do we see only the paint of a ahouse?

If the sun, to us, is its heat & light, then a house is its paint and the green cat is actually green paint.

If 70,000 cows ate 70,000 blades of grass, it doesn’t imply that each cow ate a blade of grass.

June 16, 2008

[670] Really sad

Filed under: Main storyline, Heart — jhlo @ 3:12 pm

I get so lonely without my girlfriend nearby.  Even though I’m helping out at a fun music camp now, I still can’t stop thinking about her.  Oh well.  More drawings soon, I hope!!

June 13, 2008

[669] More drawing

Filed under: Drawings — jhlo @ 12:56 am

Today, I decided to draw again, but to take a break from anime-style coloring.  I instead wanted to explore the style I’ve seen primarily used in Chinese cartoons, which keeps mostly normal proportions but idealizes hair and features.  I think this simple face improves a lot over my previous attempts at keeping realistic proportions.  Well, there’s still a long ways to go, but maybe if I practice a lot, I’ll get the hang of it.  The shading on the left side of her face is messed up (if you look at it from an angle, or darken it, you’ll see what I mean).  And the shading on her hair is … non-existent.  And the eye asymmetry remains, despite probably an hour’s worth of effort in drawing and redrawing and redrawing and redrawing yet again.  Seriously, those ugly eyes took a lot of work!

Face

This is actual size.  You can see an enlarged one here, I guess.

As always, not drawn from reference, although I did look in the mirror for the eyes and study shading techniques from a couple of my favorite artists.

The sketch, which looks nothing like the final (I made a ton of changes from the sketch):

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