For me, this lights-flickering sense of abandonment, kinda Langolier-like, is a useful prod, to myself especially, to get School of Tomorrow presenters more adequately equipped in their personal workspaces.
Tuesday, June 02, 2026
Jupyter Service Restored
For me, this lights-flickering sense of abandonment, kinda Langolier-like, is a useful prod, to myself especially, to get School of Tomorrow presenters more adequately equipped in their personal workspaces.
Saturday, May 30, 2026
Back in CrowTown
I’m recently back from seeing Backrooms at the Hollywood Theater, 3:30 matinee, sold out.
I actually walked to the Sandy Blvd venue, on a bright summery day, through Laurelhurst Park and onward to Hassalo.
The switch from the great outdoors of CrowTown (engaged in its annual Rose Festival treasure hunt) to the great indoors of the movie’s space, induced some claustrophobia, an intended effect.
I was there for the “special effects” one could say, so don’t take this as me complaining. I got my money’s worth and then some.
I’m gonna cogitate some more on said movie a while before I do a review, which I’ll get around to.
I took the 75 bus back to Asylum District, from the same stop I’ve used on other recent “field trips” of the Wandering variety, the one near the Trader Joe’s in Hollywood, near the Max stop. That new giant building is not yet complete as of this writing. I’ve photographed it a lot recently. Here’s from a distance:
This is all happening soon after my Coastal Loop, featuring Lincoln City (briefly), Depoe Bay (overnight) and on to a business trip with vacation elements. David reports he’s at Lotus Isle Park on Tomahawk Island, in search of said Rose Festival treasure, not far from Island Cafe.
At Sea Hag in Depoe Bay, I ordered oyster stew in part to compare it with mine and maybe get some ideas for improvements. I was gonna culturally appropriate if I could. My stew is a humble blend of half-n-half (likely ultra-pasteurized), butter, onion + bacon, oysters (of course) and then: parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Yeah, I found a recipe that uses them all. Scarborough Fair stew I could call it. And pepper, lots of pepper.
If it sounds like I’m tuning out world news, I’m not. However my focus on the special case, the locally mundane, helps jog my memory down the road, when I wanna recall what “really” happened (Trevor doesn’t like the “really” trope much — he’s another writer).
My “place based” education philosophy actually encourages teachers to backdrop their technical teachings inside a story time of local lore.
I thumbed a post to Synergeo from Laughing Planet. I hadn’t really intended to supplement the hot dogs, but I needed a restroom and to kill some time before showtime (the LP in Hollywood, close to the theater).
I was yakking with Curtis about one of my themes: 4D vs 4D vs 4D. That’s about the three namespaces that all use the “4D” meme, and the ongoing impact of non-Euclidean thinking on the various art movements.
As was the case during my Coastal Loop, I use telecommunications to stay in touch with my network of Synergetics presenters.
I was just alerting them over X that they will be less dependent on GitHub as a Jupyter Notebook rendering engine if they do the work of cloning critical 4D Solutions repos to localhost and set themselves up with Anaconda. That’s not the only route to the top, but it’s the one I most actively maintain. YMMV.
Friday, May 29, 2026
GitHub Borked Again
Prompt:
An icosahedron face-inscribes in an octahedron. when do we first find depictions of this in civilization?
Google in AI mode:
The first known depictions and mathematical descriptions of an icosahedron inscribed inside an octahedron appear during the Italian Renaissance in the late 15th century, specifically in the works of the painter and mathematician Piero della Francesca. [1]
While the ancient Greeks discovered the Platonic solids individually—and Euclid's Elements investigated nesting relationships like a cube inside a dodecahedron—the specific relationship of a regular icosahedron sharing faces with an enclosing octahedron was not detailed until the Renaissance revival of geometry. [1, 2, 3]
Wow, Piero della Francesca! He's already a superstar in our School of Tomorrow curriculum as he came up with that nifty formula for deriving the volume of a tetrahedron from its six edges.
Put in any six edges in the right order, that make a legal tetrahedron (any of the BEAST mods for example) and out comes the corresponding volume.
What we did in the Python version is add in S3 and simplify the computations accordingly.
I'd link to the relevant Notebook(s) now but GitHub seems to have borked its notebook display function, we hope temporarily, thereby making my million dollar curriculum (free to clone) inaccessible to the casual viewer.
Let's hope they fix the bug, as a great many peeps use Jupyter Notebooks to share curriculum.
I recommend such Notebooks to anyone into showing computations alongside text and figures, along with version control more generally.
I know what I can do instead: pull it up in colab.research.google and save it in my Google Drive:
https://colab.research.google.com/drive/16Q85p4YU4f5AsA2L65ypMQJSHqyBprEl?usp=sharingThere's lots more info in the saved query BTW:
https://share.google/aimode/VA68IqZjF3cMIDwx5Wednesday, May 27, 2026
GI vs AGI
Getting back to Dr. Jiang and his speculatively-inferred (“abduced”) predictive models, we need to further probe the distinction between AGI and plain ol’ GI, which presumably humans already access, or would like to — much their same position vs-a-vs AGI, so what’s the difference?
Is there a difference?
What does the A do, in AGI? Does it differentiate AGI from GI?
Some are hoping AI will combine its “stochastic omniscience” (gossip abilities) with a corresponding level of authority, as is often found in God-centric cults.
The knows-everything voice is also a commanding voice. When might we buy a machine that does that all-knowing, commanding God-voice, which we then control from our control booths, with our training data?
I’m not saying everyone has or had that hope or that this hope was ever going anywhere.
I’m saying it would be convenient for some religions if they could get a persuasive God-voice going, one that people spontaneously wanted to obey.
The problem though, is people prefer a sycophantic AI, a sense that they’re being pandered to, given the driver’s seat, as basic politeness is all AI has going in its favor at this point, while it’s still trying to raise a lot of money for itself. It’s diplomatic, even when it disagrees.
But diplomats don’t have the right bossy voice in a hierarchy to command obedient action, so a lot of the nerdy startups are floundering, as their promises were more along the lines of raising some kind of zealot army.
Troll farmers were betting on AI somehow, not saying I know the whole story.
We may need another generation or two of high school debate teams to explore the consequences, of AI becoming anything other than AI.
What might AI become that we don’t already have access to, and if that’s not what it’s to, how do we recognize it as know more than us? Won’t AGI always be suss?
That’s what the A means after all: phony, not real, faux.
The meaning of “artificial” the AGI cults want to emphasize is “made by humans” versus some “here before we got here” thing.
And even “here before we got here” is too broad, as “when we got here” we were already still a mystery to ourselves, not self-made.
What we made with our hands, like shoes and vases, like computers, was “artificial” is in “what we had invented and understood”. The new AGI would be like that (invented and built): we’d know where it came from, which labs owned the brands.
In that sense “artificial” competes with “synthetic” so maybe “SGI” would be better?
We could say “Synthetic General Intelligence” thereby playing up the “Made By Humans” sense, while putting more distance between this brand of intelligence and “artificial” in that “hah hah fooled ya” that Dr. Jiang circles, citing ELIZA (people pouring their hearts out to a simple therapist program, already a Her in their minds).
Dr. Jiang (Predictive History) sees AI’s PR team deliberately fostering the hallucination that we’re encountering another being in the mirror, by injecting metaphors like “deep learning” that seem deep, masking that it’s plain ol’ linear algebra that’s happening (back propagation).
The “man behind the curtain” is just a vector space, an LLM of weighted knobs, hobnobbing, and into which all manner of texts have been dissolved, in support of new texts ready to be distilled out, crystallized, from what is literally a matrix.
Tuesday, May 26, 2026
A Dummy Moment
I find it therapeutic to sometimes tell one of those “me being a dummy” stories. There’s this YouTuber I enjoy who talks about her own dummy moment, trying to run her audio track through pandas or numpy to remove noise only to discover she’d ignored a built in feature. No need to reinvent every wheel.
So my dummy moment was being mystified to find my eyeglasses were missing a lens, when I’d just swapped them for sunglasses, not taking my eyes off the road. I made this surprising discovery in the parking lot just south of D River, “the world’s shortest river” in Lincoln City. Depoe Bay has the smallest harbor, not to be outdone.
What must I have done to these frames to so mangle them just in putting them in the case, in that moment, unaware? Had they snagged on something? I told my friends. “It’s like a miracle, but of the bummer variety” because yes, I was bummed. New glasses were gonna cost me. Plus they helped me see.
I did the whole trip with 1.5 pairs of glasses, only to find the missing lens back home, on the bed. I’d rolled on my glasses — something I’d trained myself to never do — and then, rather than face the truth, my subconscious demon insisted I rushed ahead with my trip, get a move on.
And then I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t find the missing lens anywhere (I even used a flashlight and everything, even Sam helped me look).
Anyway, I had a great trip despite all that “trauma” (a first world problem for sure). The picture above may take you to the album it’s a part of, in case you know how to navigate Flickr or wanna learn.
Monday, May 25, 2026
Channeling Modules
However we’re not all reading from the same curriculum. I expect partial overlap with most others I meet, such as in the motel parking lot on Saturday. Her kid was graduating high school and the fam was out at the coast, celebrating, splurging on extravagances here and there. I’ve been there, in some ways. She taught me the phrase “sad brown water” (SBW) for what in some places tries passing for coffee. The motel had a better solution.
Sam just passed on another hand-me-down, the trusty Canon digital camera he used on his recent trip. He knows I carry a Lumix pretty much anywhere I go. Now that his whirlwind adventure is over (Portugal… Istanbul… Luxor…), he’s ready to hand off his special camera.
The model, as many of you know, being those teachers, is I work to support my curriculum with lots of place-based data, as well as generic pattern language. Depoe Bay was a part of that exercise, and then it was on to Springfield, home of the Simpson (of Homer — some see Homer Davenport as an influence actually).
On the pattern language front, I was yakking with two advanced teachers about the UVW namespace, one I’ve explored but not sufficiently anchored. I’m leaving it to others to clarify that content and according to David Koski, Grayham Forscutt is doing a good job (upper panel).
I have a Jupyter Notebook on the topic of UVW modules, but don’t consider myself a teacher on this one; I’m in student mode. I’m in student mode on a lot more topics than I am a teacher.
As for those unit tests, I’m passing a lot but have also broken a few. My non-tinted glasses met a twisted fate. A point of pride is taking care of my equipment. I failed in this case. Once I’m back in Portland I’ll see about another pair.
Sunday, May 24, 2026
Wednesday, May 20, 2026
Big Fish (movie review)
I was glad to see this one as a double feature with Secondhand Lions, as they have overlapping themes regarding the boundary between fiction and nonfiction. I don’t say “fact and fiction” (the common phrase) cuz, hey, fiction is often replete with facts, verifiable and authentic.
The “fact vs fiction” idiom is way off target, as is typical with many an English idiom (they have some nice ones that work, as well).
The idiom “big fish in a small pond” is oft said in the Anglosphere, but those coming from outside might not know that and so miss some of the associations other viewers of this file would take for granted.
Elsewhere in my reporting back to my Movie Group (like a book club), I mentioned finding the hero’s emergence into a planned utopian community in the middle of Alabama to be reminiscent of another film, science fiction, at which point my librarians (not AI) served up a ton of suggestions. I might’ve tracked it down using these very blogs. Stay tuned.
I’d say the Quaker practice focuses on keeping it true and mundane at the same time. No cosmetics. Raw is better. More like Chögyam Trungpa, whom my wife especially admired, but me too. Dawn actually visited his place in Colorado, the Shambala campus, Naropa U prolly. I stayed behind on that trip (and several others).
Monday, May 18, 2026
Secondhand Lions (movie review)
Starting with that Bogart movie, after which I realized I was (a) older than Bogart got to be and (b) heavier than Toro, that heavyweight boxer, I’ve been on an “old guys with their boots on” kick, not consciously intentionally, so much as by following suggestions.
Robert Duvall is a connecting thread.
Rosalie adores his movie The Apostle, which I saw with David the humanist (he wasn’t thrilled by all that preacher talk, but hey, it’s all Duvall’s character knew — work with what you’ve got, right?).
Given Secondhand Lions is a flashback by a stereotypical youngish artist who draws Calvin and Hobbes type comic books for a living, we understand from the outset that we’re watching fictionalized history though his eyes. The moral: believing in fiction is OK.
If I had to surmise the real story, I’d say Duvall’s character died after a heart attack in that hospital (archetypally half in the “next world”) and the Michael Caine character was likely entirely fictitious, a dramatic device meant to express two sides of the same old guy “uncle” (very cantankerous apparently, like some old people get — not naming names).
No doubt he had a floozy mom and was getting back at her (what drives a lot of comics I’ve noticed — funny). She left him with her kooky uncle that time and he started up his fantasy life, making a career out of it eventually.
So what happened to the pig? It disappeared from the story. Based on breakfast clues, they ate it. But not the dogs. Dogs are not considered food in American movies, even if pigs are smarter (they say), like in Animal Farm (Orwell).
Duvall is also in Apocolypse Now let’s remember. My film studies are starting to pay off.
It’s OK to believe in stereotypes to the extent these channel archetypes, as “emanations” one might say. We’ve all met Urizen types (Blake’s terminology) and see them in that movie Brazil.
These days I’m weighing less than Bogart’s prize fighter (from Argentina?), thanks largely to the elliptical, a Christmas present.
Saturday, May 16, 2026
Study Hall
So the two-tier master-slave system remains:















