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Fun with machine learning

October 19, 2010

I have been back to the lab, with a pen and a pad. Here is the latest production of my evil science. I’m building a learning system that in generative mode produces songs in the styles of different artists, and you can choose how much of each you want. Here are lyrics from one that’s 70% Einstein and 30% Justin Bieber.

Autosong lyrics generated by GoatFrightener.v.0.2

In the style of 0.7 Einstein and 0.3 Beiber


heat radiation
he has /
been possible to the second-named task; consequently, /
when i thought you’d always be mine /
(mine) i’m all i’m all force us /
in replacing the principles. his deductions,  /
breaking but i was 13, i just wanna see /
her in uniform translatory motion relative to /
find out whether or not be mine /
(mine) [ludacris:] luda! when the fact is /
no doubt, but i had my baby /
oooh i thought you’d always be mine whether or /
almost completely different kind. here there was /
like… baby, baby oooh like baby, baby, /
baby nooo like baby, baby oooh like /
baby, baby, baby oooh like baby, baby, /
baby, baby nooo like baby, baby, baby, up daily, /
don’t need no starbucks. she woke me /
from molecular movement, we an analysis of /
nature do much with those that heat /
derives from which the position that can /
happen as incontrovertibly as his tasks is a completely /
outside the weekend. she was becoming ever /
more apparent. with this quantum hypothesis he /
used as long as i did; by galileia /
second newton only as long as long /
as his basis of a position


On “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

September 22, 2010

My two favorite poems are by Robert Frost. Here is one.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost
New Hampshire

The visible sign of the poet’s preoccupation–the word is not too strong–is the recurrent image, particularly in his earlier work, of dark woods and trees, Often, as in the lyric with which we have begun, the world of the woods…, a world offering perfect quiet and solitude, exists side by side with the realization that there is also another world, a world of people and social obligations. Both worlds have claims on the poet. He stops by woods on this “darkest evening of the year” to watch them “fill up with snow,” and lingers so long that his “little horse” shakes his harness bells “to ask if there is some mistake.” The poet is put in mind of the “promises” he has to keep, of the miles he still must travel. We are not told, however, that the call of social responsibility proves stronger than the attraction of the woods, which are “lovely” as well as “dark and deep”; the poet and his horse have not moved on at the poem’s end. The dichotomy of the poet’s obligations both to the woods and to a world of “promises”–the latter filtering like a barely heard echo through the almost hypnotic state induced by the woods and falling snow-is what gives this poem its singular interest…. The artfulness of “Stopping by Woods” consists in the way the two worlds are established and balanced. The poet is aware that the woods by which he is stopping belong to someone in the village; they are owned by the world of men. But at the same time they are his, the poet’s woods, too, by virtue of what they mean to him in terms of emotion and private signification.

. . . .

What appears to be “simple” is shown to be not really simple, what appears to be innocent not really innocent…. The poet is fascinated and lulled by the empty wastes of white and black. The repetition of “sleep” in the final two lines suggests that he may succumb to the influences that are at work. There is no reason to suppose that these influences are benign. It is, after all, “the darkest evening of the year,” and the poet is alone “between the woods and frozen lake.” His one bond with the security and warmth of the “outer” world, the “little horse” who wants to be about his errand, is an unsure one. The ascription of “lovely” to this scene of desolate woods, effacing snow, and black night complicates rather than alleviates the mood when we consider how pervasive are the connotations of dangerous isolation and menacing death.

From “From Woods to Stars: A Pattern of Imagery in Robert Frost’s Poetry.” South Atlantic Quarterly. Winter 1959, John T. Ogilvie

I, too, have felt the Awesome Power

July 17, 2010

This item has wolves on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that’s when the magic happened. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the shirt on and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to ‘howl at the moon’ from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn’t have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-shirt shouldn’t settle for the first thing that comes to him.

I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my shirt, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf shirt.

Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has wolves on it, attracts women
Cons: Only 3 wolves (could probably use a few more on the ‘guns’), cannot see wolves when sitting with arms crossed, wolves would have been better if they glowed in the dark.

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Macho Man >> Infinity

January 30, 2010

Rage Against The Machine Take Xmas #1 On British Singles Charts

December 22, 2009

This is awesome. The UK rocks.

Although I would have gone with Guerilla Radio.

Interview with Gaahl from Gorgoroth

December 19, 2009

A classic Norwegian Death Metal interview.

Agent Orange

December 18, 2009

Those old pics had me searching through my old vinyl. Found this gem I hadn’t listened to for a while.

i’m never gonna last
unless i live until
dying is a thing of the past

All I wanted was a Pepsi

December 12, 2009

Sometimes I try to do things like build intelligent machines but it just doesn’t work out the way I want it to, and I get real frustrated and then like I try hard to do it, and I like, take my time but it just doesn’t work out the way I want it to. Its like, I concentrate on it real hard, but it just doesn’t work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out. Its like, I need time to figure these things out, but theres always someone there going “hey geordie, you know we’ve been noticing you’ve been having a lot of problems with that theory of intelligence lately, you know? You need to maybe get away. And like, maybe you should talk about it, you’ll feel a lot better.” And I’m all like “oh, nah, its ok, you know. I’ll figure it out. Just leave me alone, I’ll figure it out, you know? I’m just working on it by myself.” And they go “well, you know, if you wanna talk about it, I’ll be here, you know? And you’ll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it. So why don’t you talk about it?” I go “no, I don’t want to! I’m ok. I’ll figure it out myself!” But they just keep bugging me, they just keep bugging me, and it builds up inside, builds up inside.

The older I get, the better I was

November 17, 2009

I recently had the honor to be inducted into the McMaster Hall of Fame as part of the 1993-94 national champion wrestling team.  I went back to McMaster for the ceremony. It was quite emotional. Here is a picture of the guys from the team that made it to the reunion:

From left to right: Nick Cipriano (ask you coach), Jose Disanto, Rob Betz, Jeff Vanderslaght, me, Scott Nichol, Greg David, and Rich Kelly. We also met up with Woody, Bobbie and David Monk the night before when we relapsed back to 1994 via about 20 tequila shots each. At the event were Ragusa, Homie “the game is over”, Johnny D, Dougie and I’m sure I’ve missed somebody. Missed were the twins, Hot Tub, the Begley, Watson, Bobby G, Justin Lawrence and Chester who by the way… Chester are you listening… you should have come out, lightweight!!! It was… what’s the word I’m looking for…  AWESOME. All I can say is I am so, so glad hot pants are back in style.

Also unfortunately Mir was not there, he is probably running from the law or blowing some shit up in Afghanistan.

The event was more than a little bittersweet. We went and visited the old wrestling room where we spent so much time in those five years. It was decommissioned and turned into a storage room. The reason? There was asbestos all over the walls and ceiling. When we were there the stuff used to come off in great clumps and lay in piles on the mat. It was orange.

Here is a picture of the gutted room.

Lots of ghosts live in that place, for all of us…

It was great seeing the guys again, although it felt a bit like something was ending.

Sweet gear

September 30, 2009

A very interesting article on vintage classic computing systems (and the lack of respect they get). I just love these machines, they are truly works of art.


Now if you could mount one of these babies in the trunk of a 1969 GTO Judge that would be super OG old school nerdcore PIMP… imagine your ultra mack power when you pop the trunk with the Colossus in the back.