Tuesday, July 27, 2004

If music means anything to you, you have to be at this gig. Go. Don't say I never told you about it.

black llucii at 5:46:00 pm

Sunday, July 25, 2004

I watched I, Robot and I liked it very much. I liked it because, like A.I., it made me wonder: Does being human require an inexplicable connection between the mind and the soul? Is the mind/soul a free spirit of sorts, driven by unforseen forces for which we will never be able to replicate or even come close to understanding/explaining? Or is the mind a computational device, and if so, what is the soul then? And if the mind is computational device, how would/could a robot evolve, thereby possessing thought, free-will, personality, and the other ingredients, often collectively known as being human?

Let's just take a look at how an otherwise purely computation device would ever be able to become a mind. Let's take for example that:

1) The artificial intelligence of Robot A is built upon 10 equations.

2) All actions/output of Robot A stems from these 10 equations.

3) Only these 10 equations exists in the artificial intelligence of Robot A, hence all potential and possible outputs of Robot A has been foreseen.

I am no computer expert, I can hardly rid my computer of advert bugs. But I reckon this is an extremely simplified version of how an A.I. is actually built, taking that it works like a computer program. For simplicity's sake, let's say that this is true. Thus, if all output of an A.I. is based solely on its base equations, then all output would be easily predicted by the inventors of the A.I. How then would an A.I. be able to evolve without the inventors foreseeing such an event, such as in the case of I, Robot? (although actually in I, Robot the evolution was foreseen, just not heeded. OH! Pardon me, those who haven't seen it! My thousand apologies!! *kowtows*)

Well, simple...provided my premise is correct. Evolution of an A.I., in my opinion, would only be possible if an unforseen 11th equation arises. Perhaps arising through some interaction between the 10 equations (which if the inventors did not forsee would mean that they are perhaps not as good mathematicians as they perhaps thought they were), or perhaps triggered by an external stimulus that cause the A.I. to stumble upon an 11th equation...whichever, is not my focus at the moment. Right now, I'm not concerned with how they might stumble upon the 11th equation. Eniwae, taking into consideration the roles of nanobots in robots as that of connectors or in other words, calculators of sorts, upon stumbling upon the 11th equation, there will lie 2 possible outcomes:

1) the robot will cease to function or respond to the alien stimulus, or ignore the 11th equation, or

2) the nanobots, or other A.I. drivers, will be able to calculate the result of the 11th equation, hence providing new output.

If the second outcome is taken, then inculcating the nanobots from this 'evolved' robot into another will produce a more intelligient robot. This evolution will then continue onward provided:

1) the highest levels of nanobots is always incorporated into newer robots

2) we assume that there is some sort of a 'calculator' in the A.I. (in this example, the nanobots are assumed to have this role)

3) we are unable to forsee all possible '11th equations' and put a cap on it.


I am just ranting and this 'theory' is far from being well-thought out. It occurred to me as Blossom and I were waiting for the Roulette tables to turn in our favour. I don't think its that simple. What have I not taken into consideration? What have I understood and what have I misunderstod? What other possibilities are there? ....*ponder*.... you know, by the time an idea sets in, I've no more energy left to spend testing it.

As you can see, I have too much time on my hands. But if I ever figure this out, I don't need a Nobel prize. Just gimme a job that pays 5 figures a month for me to sit around and churn out one nonsensical idea after another! :D



Or give me a castle in the clouds and make me a Lunar Changeling!

black llucii at 4:13:00 am

Blossom went away today. He has to go back to settle some stuff. But he'll be back soon. I'll be back soon. And we'll be together again.

Blossom is a drop of sun: blossoming in spring, playing in summer, dancing in autumn and making love in winter.


I will not cry because I will see you again.
I will not smile because I cannot see you yet.


I showed him my box and he did not refrain. I left my gramaphone playing for hours but he did not mind. He likes what he sees and loves what I've got. He's mine. I'm his.


Ever my knight in shining Orc leather. Thank you for the warm winter nights.

black llucii at 3:46:00 am

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

The wind smashed my camera as I was about to take a beautiful picture with Blossom at the pier with Arthur's Seat in the background, against the dark grey skies...

And so my life blood drains away...

unheeded...

neglected...

unforgivingly forsaken.

BUT!! Fretting I'm not,...yet. I am waiting in eager anticipation for lovely money to accumulate in me wallet, pockets and bank for either the Minolta Dimage z10, Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ10, or Olympus Camedia C750 (2 up from my present model). Everyone, please pray that I'll be receiving plenty during the Chinese New Year! I will reward you with many, many pics... fair deal?

Hence, I am now channeling my 'creative' energy towards my uke and Emma (yes, I still have yet to name my uke.). My jewellery are done, my toys are done, and the tarot bag for my sister is almost done. Hang on to your panties, Zchare, the bag's on its way...

Mary's graduation is on the morrow and I know she'll be looking mighty fine! Wish I could be there to watch her strut her stuff down the stage and watch her blush as I scream out fanfares for Bo Peep! She'll be a picture of ultra femininity, brains and bodaaayyyy!! And she'll be strong, hold her head high, and be proud of all that she has become, all that she has learnt and grown to be... Let your glory shine on through, Even Star!

Love has knocked on the door of my left shoe and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the mandarin ducks are finally working its powers. Have faith, my love, and hang tight...!!

I take my leave now with these words:

How can I be certain of victory?
I can only be without fear.

~Meng Shi She

black llucii at 10:31:00 pm

Sunday, July 11, 2004

You know something must be wrong somewhere when:

1) You shit only when you get severe stomach pains from pent up crap that you cannot endure any longer or when you feel guilty for not having shat. A ritual that usually happens only twice a week.

2) You consume an equivalent of 1 cup of liquids a day and wonder why you haven't died from dehydration, which by the correct definition, should have hit you some 10 years ago at the very least.

3) Every waking and sleeping hour is plagued by fears of balding, hence propelling you to analyze every strand of hair that departs from your scalp.

4) Water, plain milk and vanilla makes you convulse and puke in the absence of conditioning.

5) You see patterns everywhere, therefore the procedures such as the washing of dishes must also adhere to its pattern.

6) You feel assymetrical.

7) You begin to seriously believe the actuality of the idea of being a lunar elf stranded on earth after the crash of the green jelly rocket ship. An idea previously entertained only as a fantasy.

8) You feel inadequate and guilty for naming your guitar but not your ukele, which was adopted first, hence totally violating the partnership, bond and order of hierarchical co-habitation. You fear your ukele will feel unloved.

9) You cannot use utensils in the proper manner because your hands cannot decide if it should follow its natural-left dominance or its nurtured-right dominance.

10) When.... when you forget what you want to write while writing that very sentence.


black llucii at 4:02:00 am