Archive for October, 2008

Personal archetypes and lesser monuments

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008
I loved mythology as a kid — Greek and Nordic mainly. As an adult I was reminded of all this good stuff when a friend started reading Tarot cards for me and other friends; I don’t believe that the Tarot reading fortells my future, but there is something to be learned from how I react to the archetypal stories and characters of each card, and how these archetypal pieces are weaved together, by the reader and the subject, into something that approximates a cohesive story when a hand is read. The AI’er in me gets mighty intrigued! 

Like most people, I think, I have a wealth of personal archetypal stories, which I am reminded of over and over as I move through life. Some of these personal archetypes probably look a lot like the classic Jungian ones (e.g., obsessive love, “love” “betrayed”, love deepened) — there is some common Platonic form behind both, or the Jungian archetype is the form, or something … but my archetypal characters and stories are grounded in my experience — they are deeply personal. Here is one such story, told by my uncle Dave, to me, my father, and perhaps others when I was a boy. I’ll put it in quotes, but in fact, I don’t remember it exactly, and I’m taking artistic liberties — but my Uncle took artistic license too — he has a feel for flair!

“I was driving down Highway 1, way north of San Francisco, and I saw a sign pointing inland, off the highway, and I was intrigued so I took the exit and drove a long ways along the winding road through some thick forest until I reached a parking lot off to the side, an empty parking lot, way out in the middle of nowhere. I got out of my car, an old VW, and walked to a trailhead, at one end, and another sign told me to walk a mile further. I walked, and I came to a gigantic redwood tree, and a sign said that it was the tallest known tree in existence, and I looked up, but couldn’t see the top, then I looked around and there was NO ONE THERE! Here was the tallest living thing in the world that anyone knew of and I was the only one there looking at it! I was AMAZED!”

You may wonder what the big deal is, but you weren’t 8 years old or so, listening to my Uncle Dave. My Dad could spin a good tale too. BTW, you can read about the “tallest” and “most massive” living things at this link, which was the first I got when I did a Google search on “heaviest living thing” (no quotes): .
http://waynesword.palomar.edu/ww0601.htm#tallest.

In any case, this is my archetypal story for encountering the remarkable, alone — it’s my “Jacob’s Ladder” story, I guess (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacobs_Ladder). This is a story I am reminded of when driving out of the tunnel overlooking Pittsburgh for the first time, or the same kind of experience in Edinburgh when you turn a corner and see the Castle, seeing the first marathon runner exit the Olympic tunnel (if you’ve managed to avoid following the idiot news coverage that can spoil that pow experience, witnessing the Grand Slam by the journeyman infielder that no one expected it of, cresting a ridge above the timberline in Kings Canyon and gazing down at Emerald Lake). Granted that different parts of the story may seem important in these different remindings, but they share an encounter with the remarkable, in most cases I think, when I was alone, in body or spirit.

These kinds of encounters happen on a small scale all the time when walking around DC, at the National Galleries, the Zoo, a plethora of small monuments and memorials, and I could go on. This past weekend I went into DC on Sunday, set on seeing the FDR Memorial (http://history1900s.about.com/library/weekly/aa061401a.htm — look at the Rooms 1-4), thinking that this might be the most interesting of the lesser monuments. I took the metro to Smithsonian, a larger than usual crowd I imagine, leftover from the Marine Corp Marathon, which is big here, was milling around, and I walked towards the Tidal Basin, around which are the famous cherry trees, the Jefferson Memorial, and the FDR Memorial Park (for a map take http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&q=Franklin+D+Roosevelt+Memorial+Park&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&resnum=1&ct=image). I had to pass the Jefferson Memorial (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jefferson_Memorial) to get to FDR Park, and I went back into the former again — my favorite of the four inscriptions is on the Southeast wall:

“I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions. But laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind. As that becomes more developed, more enlightened, as new discoveries are made, new truths discovered and manners and opinions change, with the change of circumstances, institutions must advance also to keep pace with the times. We might as well require a man to wear still the coat which fitted him when a boy as civilized society to remain ever under the regimen of their barbarous ancestors.”

Then on over a little bridge on Ohio Dr SW to FDR Park, and I entered it from the interior trail, not along the Tidal Basin. It’s not a majestic monument — it’s a beautiful one — a rambling red granite (?) wall that feels like the interior of a blown out building, with wonderful fountains and inscriptions all along it. Inscriptions on the Four Freedoms — it’s amazing — I just Goggled the “Four Freedoms”, and sure enough, that’s how they are known, and the “I Hate War” passage. The FDR Memorial deserves more than I want to convey here … I’ll write of it again… so onward.

I walked back along the Tidal Basin, the Jefferson Monument ahead and the FDR Memorial as seen through the trees, fighting for visual attention, then over the small bridge on Ohio Drive SW, then seeing this: http://www.visitingdc.com/memorial/george-mason-memorial-washington-dc.htm. On the Google map above, you’ve got to go through two levels of magnification and recenter the map around the Ohio Dr bridge before you see the George
Mason Memorial. My back had been to it when I passed it the first time, but here was this beautiful little park on my return — an empty park :-) ) I read the sign at teh park entrance then went to take closer look at the statue. Here was a man who shouldered giants like Washington and Jefferson, each of whom said so, acknowledged by the French in their revolt, and he dispised slavery: http://www.visitingdc.com/memorial/who-is-george-mason.htm. I’d always thought that George Mason was perhaps a gentleman farmer and that was about it. I stood in front of his statue for a while, and read the inscriptions. It is not the biggest living thing, for sure, but I was reminded of the story nonetheless, which perhaps added to the splender of it the experience at the monument. So much of the marvel in stuff is from the perception, I think. I had a bit more of it that day — on the way back the the Smithsonian station I decided to cut over (right) a couple blocks before the Mall, and saw the “backside” of the Holocaust Museum, the outside picture shown here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Holocaust_Memorial_Museum — I’d always entered from the other side, which feels ominous and claustrophobic. I didn’t go inside the museum on Sunday, but admired the lovely exterior, taking in inscriptions from Presidents Reagan, Carter, and Eisenhower, while still a general. There were a lot of people there, but it was still remarkable. Motto: always add at least an hour to the time alloted for venture out into DC

The Pumping Lemma

Saturday, October 18th, 2008

My talk on “the 12th floor” yesterday went well, and I’m here on the second floor of the Arlington library, looking out on a beautiful day … maybe a matinee later, and DC tommorrow.

I’ve been remembering the Pumping Lemma, a little gem from computer science (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pumping_lemma). The Pumping Lemma says that for certain languages that has an infinite number of possible sentences, there is a fragment (e.g., “big”) of a sentence that is ‘long’ enough (”You are making a big mistake”), which you can repeat an arbitrary number of times (or exclude in some cases), and you will still have a (legal) sentence — so if “big” is the fragment, then “You are making a mistake” is a sentence  (excluding “big” from the original), and “You are making a big, big mistake” and You are making a big, big, big, <20 more bigs> mistake” are sentences (if you know enough to note the comma, you know enough to know the fix; and I don’t think that English is one of the “certain” languages for which the Pumping lemma covers “in all cases”, but it’s ok). More generally, if I’ve got an adjective in a sentence, I could repeat that adjective or any other for that matter an arbitrary number of times, and still end up with a (legal) sentence.

What does this have to do with anything? I first saw the pumping lemma(s) about age 21, my first or second quarter at UC Irvine, after transferring schools (UCSC, USNA) and changing majors twice before, having my heart broken a few times, etc :-) When I saw these lemmas and their proofs I was struck by the formal beauty of them, but  I also saw them as descriptive metaphors of my life to date — you can repeat the same mistakes over and over, but still have hope of completing a sentence — I’m series, I was wow’d by it, as well as the metaphorical significance of other gems in computing and mathematics.

There are some parts of a partial sentence, of course, that you can’t repeat arbitrarily and have hope of completing a sentence; for example, you can’t write “You are making a a …” and have any hope of completing the sentence so it’s legal — once you repeat that ‘a’ in the way written, you end up in a ‘dead’ state. And you can of course keep repeating the “big” and never get to the final “mistake” before you “run out of time”, and since “You are making a big, big,…, big” isn’t a legal sentence, again, its a “dead” state — both of these examples have formal interpretation.

The pumping lemmas are just concerned with syntax and not semantics — you can understand and appreciate a string such as “Made you a mistake big” or even “You are making a big, …., big”, but I’m retaining hope for a sentence. Thank goodness for the pumping lemmas — I’ve reflected on their lessons since age 21 :-) . Hallelujah.

Radar Screens

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008
In science, I know that a balanced academic community is rarely, if ever, a community of individually-balanced academics. When most people think of an academic (i.e., a professor), they think of the narrow, depth-oriented egghead researcher — we need these stereotypical eggheads, these depth-oriented types. We also need synthesizers, who see relationships across (sub)disciplines (i.e., the breadth-oriented, renaissance persons), and we need educators that translate science for students, including to public audiences — and I’m sure I’m excluding other talents and motivations. All these types, in proportions that I won’t guess at, form a balanced academic community. 

As in scientific communities, I don’t think it’s the human way to achieve balance through a multiplicity of individually-balanced citizens. I can’t talk about my preferences on current elections at work (not even in the building) and that is a good thing, and I am staying away, it seems, from writing specifics on current actors in any case…just seems right to me. What I am sure about is that again, balance and diversity of talents and views is so important — what are the factors behind views, if uncorrupted by polarization, that are of benefit to society — the fight against global warming, for example. I can remember lamenting to Gordon P. that I couldn’t understand why mitigating Global Warming wasn’t dead center of every thinking person’s radar screen, but realizing as I was writing the email that because others were working with different radar screens, measuring on different factors, they were taking help to vulnerable populations worldwide — homeless in Nashville, Ecuador, Botswana — already suffering because of climate change — and adaptation to climate change has got to be dead center on some radar screens, or so I hope, but it was only at the periphery of my radar screen, and perhaps only at the periphery because I hung out with a lot of people for which it was dead center.

So, I’m starting to think more about what the utility of other people’s radar screens are, rather than only about whether their radar screens are messed up — what’s on their radar screen, even if it’s noisy, that isn’t on mine ?! And thinking too about social structures, particularly online, that optimize assessments across those screens.

As is pointed out so very well in the line of work represented here — http://www.co-intelligence.org/PolarizationDynamics2.html — polarization really screws up the ability to bridge and synthesize across radar screens, because polarization reduces diversity — if you are a “conservative” who is for gay marriage or a liberal against abortion in select cases, in terms of thought and/or behavior, you’ll be drawn further towards the poles if you hang out with people you largely agree with, but relative to which you hold a (fine-grained) minority opinion. The fine-grained minority opinions disappear and so does the connective web between the poles.

I could go on and on, but human propensity for COARSE-grained black/white questions in a world with lots of gray is really screwed up. BTW: fine-grained black and white “at the pixel level” is great — that’s a key to digitizing music and a whole bunch of other things.

One example of something I extracted from another radar screen is “emotional health”, which I got from the very noisy “family values” radar screen. That wasn’t really on my radar screen early and mid life as a citizen, and its not easy to find on the “family values” radar screen, but I think that it is a latent factor underlying many of the blips on that screen — I want a President that is emotionally healthy. Can anyone argue with emotional health as a desirable characteristic? (I’m sure there are arguments on whether its on the family values screen, but that’s where I found it :-) .

I did a Google search on
“What was the contribution of president’s emotional insecurity to the impeachment of the President?” (but without quotes)

The top-ranked hit was

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/choice2000/gore/morris.html

I was initially cautious of an interview of Dick Norris, but what a fascinating read it is. Though the great bulk is not on point relative to my question, there are one or two paragraphs that are on point — but again, just a fun and informative read.

I did a Google search on

“What was the contribution of president’s emotional insecurity to the escalation in Vietnam?” (but without quotes)

The top-ranked hit was http://www.h-net.org/reviews/showrev.php?id=3786

Again, a fascinating read, and in this case, more on point.

I think that being a psycho-historian would be absolutely fascinating, but quite possibly depressing.

So, that’s my little story on a diversity of radar screens — if about half the population is crazy, the species is screwed, so I want to know about what’s valid on those radar screens and how they help compose complete pictures — simply throwing out their data is an anathema to me. Again, balanced human communities just aren’t communities of individully balanced people — it probably works the inverse way with cheetahs, which have zip genetic diversity, but not people I think — we are probably stuck with it….ugh. I’m sure that I’ll write more about diversity because it is the way out, I think.

PS — Google, so far as I know, doesn’t (yet) care whether I put my query in the form of a question or not, but one day they or some other company will, and so I’m both practicing and giving them data as to what I want.

Walking DC

Monday, October 13th, 2008

It was a beautiful 3 day weekend in DC (yes, Columbus Day is a Federal holiday). My Saturday visit to the National Archives on Kurt’s recommendation fizzled — a combination of the wrong opening time posted on the Web, my getting hungry because I’d had breakfast real early, and bus loads of kids visiting on some mega field trip, which made the prospect of waiting to see the Declaration of Independence more than I could handle — I’ll make it back another time! I ended up going to see Ghost Town instead — a very funny movie if you like quirky people. On Sunday, I took the Metro into the Zoo, spent a fair amount of time at the Think Tank: http://nationalzoo.si.edu/Animals/ThinkTank/. At the entrance there is a warning sign — “this is about thinking by animals, which may disturb some people, … THINK about it” or some such thing. The characteristic forwarded as the most important of thinking is “flexibility” — the ability to come up with a plan B — I like that — having to deal with good ol’ nondeterminism (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nondeterministic_algorithm, you just need to read the first sentence). There were exhibits on animal tool-using, mental models, and an exhibit on planetary sustainability — challenging humans to Super-THINK (big T) ahead — “I think (little t) , therefore I … create new problems” After the zoo, I was going to take the metro back to Arlington, but saw signs to Rock Creek Park (the Percy Warner Park or the Golden Gate Park of DC), which I have heard about and ended up walking back to Arlington via a sliver of this big park — – the sliver extending from Woodley Road Metro just south of the ZOOlogical park to Georgetown, then cut across the Potomoc on the Key Bridge (http://www.nps.gov/rocr/planyourvisit/upload/ROCRmap1.pdf). If you look at the map, I’ve seen very little of the Park indeed. Early this morning I metro’d to Foggy Bottom and walked to the Mall — starting at the Lincoln Memorial, which is undergoing some exterior improvements, then the Vietnam War Memorial. There was a paper description of Sharon Ann Lane at plate w23 — I picked it up and read it; on different days, different bios of those killed in Vietnam are laid out at the base of the Wall — sometimes there is someone that is at the Wall reciting a bio to an audience — it’s always moving. Anyways, you can Google Sharon Ann Lane — I turned 12 the day she was killed in action — I still remember my parents worrying about whether I’d be sent. Then over to the Korean War Memorial. The most astounding thing about this momument to me is the number that died (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Korean_Memorial3.JPG) and that were missing (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Korean_Memorial6.JPG). Can you imagine?! I’ve always been proud that the UN casualities are shown — 22 nations are listed as the UN participants. There was more to my day … like a nap, and to my weekend (napS), but you got the highlights :-)

The National Gallery of Art and a hint of AI

Monday, October 6th, 2008
I recall spending 2-3 hours making my way through one corner of the main floor of the West Building of the National Gallery of Art during my first visit on this DC gig; I was exhausted, but wanting to push on, when I realized that I could come back any time I wanted — that’s been a fair number of weekends this past 16 months, along with visits to the East Building, the Freer, every museum on the Mall and many elsewhere too (e.g., the Building Museum !?!), and all the monuments — but perhaps I’ve returned to the West Building most — I’ve grown up (including in adulthood :-) with dinosaurs, flying machines, indians, history, etc — I watched documentaries on this or that whenever I could, even as a kid — but not art — so the West Building and art generally are where I have gone most — there is just so much to see that’s new and the West/East Buildings have a great cafeteria too!. 

For the many that fly into Washington for little more than a day, the West Building has the less-than-an-hour tour (http://www.nga.gov/collection/pdf/wbhighlights.pdf). I recognize the need for a here-it-is, now-go-for-it plan if you’ve got to make a plane and are overwhelmed by choice (assuming that you are able to choose and act on the choice of the West Building of the many options, and don’t simply give up). The problem with this tour is that almost every room has multiple must-sees, and unless you don’t look right or left, you may stray. Looking at the map of the West Building (link above), imagine walking down the East Sculpture Hall (right of the central Rotunda), on your way to Room 85, shown with the “J”, where Monet’s Cathedrals are located, but if look left as you pass Room 89 — you’d see a magnificent “Four Dancers” by Degas (Web search “Four Dancers” Degas), and also, against the visible wall of Room 88 (behind 89), you’d see a Toulouse Lautrec, and if you saw the movie with Jose Ferrer as a kid, that would cinch it — you’d be behind schedule, then way behind, because you’d soon discover a room of Lautrec’s — oil on CARDBOARD for Pete’s sake!). But it’s doubtful that you get that far (if you followed the tour A through L) — imagine again, for example, moving from D to E on the map, and in Room 28 seeing El Greco’s Saint Jerome — multiple El Greco’s in fact. I could go on and on with these examples — Bosch, Cassatt, Renoir, Manet, Van Dyck, Gauguin, more, in addition to the other art by the artists represented in the highlights.

I saw Eagle Eye this weekend though, and I have some ideas on how AI (Artificial Intelligence) might solve this rock-and-a-hard-place problem of either missing a flight or leaving filled with angst — you’d basically sign over access to your Facebook account at the front entrance, then opt for either the personalized tour or the don’t-let-me-stray tour, clip on the headset, then get going … perhaps more later — the library is preparing to shut down.

Westerns

Saturday, October 4th, 2008

I walked down to Courthouse Theater this morning after finishing “the last draft” (round 2) of a project that got kicked back at me this past Wednesday ?!? Courthouse is a 30 min walk from Ballston, but its an absolutely perfect day. Appaloosa is a western, directed by and starring Ed Harris, with Viggo Mortenson, Renee Zellweger, and Jeremy Irons — Ed and Viggo come to save a small town from Jeremy, and Renee pulls some surprises — its a good movie, and all the lead male characters are fearless — imperfect for sure, but fear of death or anything else is not one of their issues.

Imperfect, but apparently fearless heros are so fun to watch — and my favorite westerns are filled with them — Unforgiven, Silverado, Hidalgo, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, Nevada Smith, … even my favorite “Prisoner” episode, an untelevised episode back on the original run in the 60’s is a western — Life in Harmony, with a fearless (but perfect) Patrick McGoohan. Imperfection makes the characters interesting — Eli Wallach was the most interesting character in The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, for example — and the fearlessness is just plain funtastic.

But one of the great westerns I don’t hear much about is Firecreek (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firecreek) — maybe forgotten (?) because there is no fearless hero — Jimmy Stewart plays a fearful, meek, hesitant, good-soul part-time sheriff who lets a lot go wrong before he manages to step up without getting slapped back down — you’ll probably wince — welcome to the club. Despite all the disrespects and shoves though, Jimmy gets the job done — it just ain’t pretty, but it’s heroic.

BTW — I saw FireCreek with my father and my brother about age 10 — that’s another reason its a great movie!

Men are expendable?

Wednesday, October 1st, 2008
Two friends turned me on to an address by Roy Baumeister to the American Psychological Association in 2007 (http://www.psy.fsu.edu/~baumeistertice/goodaboutmen.htm). The presentation is entitled “Is there anything good about men?” Despite the title, it’s a great read on differences between men and women, how they contribute to the species, their patterns of socialization,… Of the several threads in the presentation, one resonated with me at a level below which I can’t do much about … “men are expendable” … I think that I believe this at some deep level, like I was built that way. It’s what little I saw as heroic in Napolean (the rabbit, not the emperor :-) . Women and children aren’t expendable, men are. I’m sure that I don’t have to go into the many cultural and societal ways that is manifest for anybody’s sake — it seems a clear message. I can tell you from all those animal shows though, that I was always mightily impressed that despite being scared out of its mind, a male baboon took the hit when a leopard attacked. 

What I’m curious about is to what extent this gut-level belief of male expendability is a factor in workaholism, emotional distancing (best not to get too close, I’ll be eaten by a lion or beaten to a pulp by some goliath soon), and some other behaviors that men are so keen at. And I have to say, if it’s true that men feel themselves expendable at some deep level, I’m not a big fan of so many of them/us being in charge of so much from the standpoint of even-short-term (e.g., 500 years) human sustainability, given that we command earth-changing technology. That just seems really, really backwards — perhaps it started to become disfunctional many thousand (?) years ago when we started to view each other (or other males) as the primary enemies, not leopards. With today’s technology and population, we might have to evolve really, really fast.