Jeanie Smith, maiden name Slater.

June 6, 2013

If my mother was alive, she would have been 100 today. Born in the Gorbals, Glasgow on 6 June 1913, she was a child in the first world war, and an adult (but not a soldier) in the second. She was the middle child of seven children, daughter of Samuel and Leah Slater (or perhaps Slutsky: that’s what it says in Hebrew on their Ketubah or marriage contract). Brought up in the south side of  Glasgow, in the Glasgow Shtetl, she once told me she had never been east of Glasgow cross till she was 40. 

Married in wartime, in 1942, to my father, Morris (then a private in the highland light infantry, but also a son of the Gorbals), she had two children, my brother Harry and myself. As a youngster she had been very involved in the upbringing of her two youngest brothers, Eddie and Ralph, to such an extent that she was forever calling us by their names! Her closest family member was however her sister Rose, two years her junior, to whom she was on the phone as far as I could tell more or less every day. 

She was born into the clothing trade. Samuel Slater was a tailor, and had a business making suits. I believe it had been in Wilson Street, but I recall it from being at 400 Cathedral Street: Slater’s, a manufacturing tailors. She worked in the clothing business all her working life. I recall her telling me that she had wanted to join up in the second world war, but was told she couldn’t because the business was making uniforms, and that was a protected employment. When we moved to Broughty Ferry, she was a housewife for some time, but then worked in the alterations room at Burton’s in Dundee. Her heart (and the rest of her family) however remained in Glasgow. When we moved back to Glasgow, she went back to work in the family factory, now run by her brothers. But after the factory moved to 165 Howard Street, there came a downturn in the manufacturing business, and also there was vandalism to the factory as well: her youngest brother decided that the time had come to set up on the other side, selling suits from many manufacturers instead of manufacturing suits: he had been in charge of sales, so he knew rather a lot about the business!

Jean became in charge of alterations at the new emporium: at Slaters, then a gents outfitters, with a single shop in Glasgow, but now a multiple with many shops selling mens’ and womens’ wear. She worked there until she retired (actually, she retired several times: she just kept going back to work with them!). Eventually cancer took her in 1984, and she is buried in the Jewish cemetery in North-east Glasgow.

Artificial Intelligence: are we nearly there yet?

May 2, 2013

Last night I gave a public lecture, at my University, with the title above. It went well: there were about 50 people, between about 11 and 75 in age, with some academics, some teachers, and quite a few whom I simply didn’t know. I spoke to my slides for about 45 minutes, then opened the floor to questions: and there really were a lot. I’m happy with the talk, I had been worried about it, for it’s a very different thing to be talking to a audience that’s come out in the evening, from lecturing to students. But this went well. Pitching it was an issue: how can one present material about artificial intelligence which fits all these people. I tried, and I think I succeeded. I had a very interesting discussion with a 17 year old lad at the end: I’d been saying that the concept of the AI Singularity was predicated in the concept of abstract intelligence – which is something I really don’t believe in. But he pointed out that there was nothing in  my argument to stop an embodied intelligence from building a more intelligent embodied intelligence, and that this could still be at the root of a positive-feedback intelligence loop. I couldn’t fault his logic. So now I’m not sure whether to worry about the singularity or not! Actually, Jurgen Schmidhuber thinks I should stop worrying and look at what’s already been done!

It took me a little while to work out why I was so pleased to have given the talk: then I remembered going to some public lectures in Glasgow University in the mid-1960’s, as a teenager, and really enjoying them. It is good to give something back!

Note: I’ve now written a 1000 word extract on AI, possibly for a newspaper – though it doesn’t mention the singularity. And now the Deccan Herald has published it!

twittering rigor?

March 30, 2013

I joined twitter, because I needed to check that the twitter feed on a site I’m involved in worked. (CARMEN, since you ask: it does work). So now, I’m left wondering about using it. So I looked at the twitter pages of some people I know well. One has never twittered (sorry, tweeted), one tweeted twice in 2010, and one has over 1000 followers…so it’s clear different people use it very differently. But what’s it for? That, I suppose is my difficulty: I can’t seem to justify the time that it would need to use it properly. Already time seems very short (maybe I don’t think as fast as I did. maybe I don’t type that fast, and I only generally use one keyboard at a time), maybe I have other better things to do (writing – I’m late with one article and two reviews; piano – I’m not playing as much as I should: whisky – there’s a nice Ardbeg in the cupboard, and some good Jura Supersition as well, not forgetting the rather good Te Bheag blend that no-one ever seems to have heard of). But twitter? what to say? how to say it in 140 characters or less? The easy way is to say nothing, I suspect, but to return to my much ignored blog. So here I am. Perhaps I’ll get back here more often now. The Human Brain Project is funded, memristors are catching on even outside of the DOD’s Synapse programme, so there’s always more to talk about, if I want to talk about things I know about. And then there’s the idea of MOOCs from the Unseen University of Ankh-Morpork, if funding can be organised. So viel zu tun, so wenig Zeit.

But twitter? I fear it is not for me. I’ll stick to blogging, occasionally, and even then only when I have something, no matter how small, to say

And the title? Twittering rigour is one of a number of strange diseases in Alastair Gray’s wonderful Lanark.

Off to AGI 2012 tomorrow

December 6, 2012

The 2012 Artificial General Intelligence conference beckons. Down to Oxford on the train, to present on Perceptual Time (see July post). At least I’ll be able to concentrate on just one thing at a time, instead of trying to herd cats, and perform academic duties and discuss the budget all at once. Sometimes i think I’d get more research done if I retired, and made my workshop in my garage a bit friendlier. I reckon I could maybe even build a prototype of the hearing aid I nearly patented in 2000. Still, between that and the novel microphone work that’s ongoing… maybe one day… But I digress. Artificial General Intelligence is the subject for this coming week-end, and it looks quite interesting. The last AGI meeting I was at was in Memphis, and had lots about the singularity, but perhaps that’s a little passé now. Looking forward to it, and to travelling by train and not plane as well, even if it does take rather a long time to get there. But for now, I’d better go and get packed!

Time and perceptual time

July 21, 2012

I’ve spent a lot of time (!) thinking about time in the last few weeks. Not that I’m serving time At Her Majesty’s Pleasure, as they say or anything like that, but on the nature of time, or rather on the nature of the neural construction of perceptual time. I even went as far as submitting a paper to the Artificial General Intelligence forthcoming at the end of the year in Oxford UK, about it. It’s one aspect of perception, and one that’s largely ignored.

To put it simply, perceptual time is related to physical time, but is different from it. In a similar way, perceptual reality is related to physical reality, but again, is different from it. The nature of these differences leads one initially into perceptual Psychology, but eventually into the murky realms of 1st person science, otherwise the realm of philosophy or perhaps theology. And that’s where it becomes tricky. But it’s still important, particularly for any system that would like to call itself sentient, or even (artificially) intelligent – hence the submission to AGI2012.

Yet there’s a huge set of possibilities there. Why the particular nature of human time perception? Earlier work suggests at least two levels of human perpetual time, one at about 40 to 50 ms, which might be thought of as an instant, and one at about 3 seconds, which one might think of as the “present instant” (discussed further in the paper). Is it different for other animals?

Is it the same for all humans? Might there be other entities out there with different views of time? our perhaps we already interact with other living entities with different view of time, like insects, or Gaia?

And if we met alien life systems would we even recognise them as such if their view of time was very different fom ours? Indeed, one might consider whole cultures and their view of the cultural present, which takes one into quite different areas of philosophy, and perhaps provides a novel perspective on the effects of the movement from oral additions, to written cultures, to the spread of mass literacy, to digital cultures and the spread of the immediate availability of huge volumes of cultural context. Perhaps for another day, perhaps for discussion with AKL!

Another issue is whether we would even recognise living entities elsewhere in the universe if their perceptual was sufficiently ddifferent from ours. But that’s matter perhaps for a story. Yet, particularly after finishing Mieville’s Embassytown, I was left wondering if the way forward for this line of reasoning was perhaps to try to write it as a story, rather than as a scientific paper: the ideas are not really suitable for a presentation with results and graphs, nor yet for a mathematical equational approach!

David Vernon and Dick Lee play the Tolbooth, Stirling.

June 2, 2012

I went to see David Vernon and Dick Lee playing at the Tolbooth in Stirling this afternoon. David plays the accordion, and Dick plays clarinet (B flat and base), and together they played an eclectic mixture of tunes. Starting off with a Jewish tunes medley, and then a mixture of Balkan and Scottish tunes, with some unusual blues thrown in for good measure. I particularly liked the jazz-influenced Scottish tunes – some were the sort of thing that you can get thrown out of a very traditional folk club for playing: jazzing up and improvising over traditional tunes. Now, I occasionally play piano behind fiddlers in a local pub (The Tappit Hen), and I’d dearly love to be skilled enough to do what Dick was doing and mix the traditional with the jazzy, even if I’m not entirely sure what the locals would make of it!

I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon that listening to David and Dick playing, and making the odd joke at each others expense. And even listening to David playing their Scottish Surprise, where he plays Scottish tunes whilst changing key as fast as possible, while Dick improvises a jazz line over them! It was really good to hear. I’ve heard Dick play in many different bands (I have no idea how many bands he’s played in), even back to having his band Swing ’87 who played at my wedding. He’s looking very well – he looks a lot younger than me, but I’m sure we were the same age when we first met!

An alternative view of the multiverse.

May 5, 2012

Each moment [1], the wave function collapses (coheres), and turns all the possible futures that might exist for that moment into the reality of the present moment. 

This identifies the multiverse with the set of all possible futures.

This identifies the specific path taken through the multiverse as the actual effect of the coherence of the wave function at each moment.

[1] But what’s a moment? Am I suggesting a discretisation of time?

Another view might be through events, where each event is one of a set of (at  least theoretically possible) events.  Of course, one might argue that only the events that actually occur were ever actually theoretically possible, but that’s an argument related to determinism/nondeterminism.

And lastly: a note on the difference between the present, and the consciousness/awareness of the present: these are different, perhaps related through the resonance (and hence continued existence over time) of the present moment in the cell/the brain/the biological system. This resonance enables the effect of the present to build up over time (that is, over multiple instances of the present, extending into the past), eventually enabling temporal goal oriented behaviour, and even awareness and self-consciousness: but a detailed discussion of this needs another day. Does this underlie the difference between living and non-living systems?

(Thanks to Robin in the Dunblane Hotel, for giving me the confidence to make this a blog post)

Recalled to life

April 4, 2012

And now the who’s who shows me as alive. Phew. Close shave? Probably no, not really. 

Memento Mori

March 16, 2012

I’m still marked as deceased. But I’m still not. However, the Marquis people have now promised to mark me as alive again. But it has certainly been a memento mori. Quite a few old friends have already gone (Scotland’s not famous for longevity), and I wondered if they know something I didn’t. perhaps, and perhaps not. And when I showed it to my DGM901 tutorial group this morning, they just laughed. Well, fair enough, and I did tell them I as trying to get it changed: I suppose to a 19 or 20 year old it is funny, but to me, well, yes, it has its amusing side, but also its serious side. What if i was to drop off my perch tonight? What have I missed? Do I have a bucket list (no!), though there’s things I’d like to do, though I do feel reasonably at peace with my immediate family (who are probably the only people reading this anyway). Ach well, bedtime. Hopefully, I’ll wake up in the morning, though one can never tell!

Still breathing …

March 15, 2012

I’m in the Marquis Who’s Who: I have been for a few years. Today, an ex-colleague of mine, a retired Professor, who had been visiting family in Hong Kong, came to visit me in my office, and said he was really pleased to see me. Now, I was glad of that, but wondered why he was quite so glad to see me. It turns out that he had been looking at Marquis Who’s Who, from Hong Kong – someone had recommended him – and he had decided to look up a few people he know on it, including me. I was on there, all right, but marked deceased! As Mark Twain said, “Rumors of my demise were much exaggerated”, I’m very glad to say. I have needless to say written to the company, and will try to get the error corrected, preferably before it actually becomes true!