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Fri, 12 Jul 2024 Toph and I were discussing the story of Loki and Skaði, one of my favorites. (Previously.) The Æsir have killed Skaði's father, and owe her compensation. She has been sad since her father died, she says, and demands that the Æsir make her laugh. Loki rubs his hands together and says "Leave this to me!". He takes a rope, ties one end to a goat's beard, and the other and to his scrotum. Hilarity ensues. Skaði tries not to laugh. She fails. Toph asked a question I had not thought of, but that has been in my head ever since: "Do you think it was an idea he thought up on the spur of the moment? Or was it a bit he had planned ahead of time?" Wow, I don't know. Was Loki suddenly struck with brilliant inspiration? Or did he think 'Aha, I knew this idea would come in handy sooner or later!' They're both plausible, right? [Other articles in category /misc] permanent link Fri, 05 Jul 2024
A triviality about numbers that look like abbc
Looking at license plates the other day I noticed that if you have a four-digit number !!N!! with digits !!abbc!!, and !!a+c=b!!, then !!N!! will always be a multiple of !!37!!. For example, !!4773 = 37\cdot 129!! and !!1776 = 37\cdot 48!!. Mathematically this is uninteresting. The proof is completely trivial. (Such a number is simply !!1110a +111c!!, and !!111=3\cdot 37!!.) But I thought that if someone had pointed this out to me when I was eight or nine, I would have been very pleased. Perhaps if you have a mathematical eight- or nine-year-old in your life, they will be pleased if you share this with them. [Other articles in category /math] permanent link Wed, 03 Jul 2024
My reply to the people who want to designate my neighborhood a "historic district"
Last week I received a widely circulated email that began:
I sent this reply. I have been a Spruce Hill homeowner for 16 years. I had to miss the June 26 meeting because I was out of the country. But I think the historic designation is a bad idea and I'd like to explain why. In brief, our city has a housing shortage and a homelessness problem. There is only one way out of this terrible situation: build more housing. A "Historic District" designation is a direct attempt to prevent exactly that. I understand why many homeowners might be in favor of it. Homeowners already own homes. We homeowners are the wealthy incumbents, trying to prevent our housing monopoly from being disrupted. If housing is scarce, our houses will be worth more money, at least in theory. But if more housing is built, the price for existing houses, which we own, won't increase so quickly. From an individual homeowner's point of view, this looks like "big apartment buildings could depress my property values." But I think this is self-deceptive. Having a house in a city with a lot of homeless people, and one where essential workers can't afford to live, will also depress property values. It's not as obvious. It's not as acute. But it's a much bigger problem and one that's harder to deal with. Also, a house that is "worth a lot of money" is only worth a lot of money on paper. To actually get the money for my house, I'd have to sell it. Then I and my family would have nowhere to live. We'd have to get another house. And because of widespread attempts to keep housing in short supply, that place would be expensive. High property values only help you if you are planning to move out of the neighborhood to somewhere cheaper, or if you're a very wealthy person who invests in multiple properties. I think letting people live in our neighborhood is good for the neighborhood. The suggested support letter says that current conditions "[allow] small businesses to flourish". But what small businesses need to truly flourish is more customers. More people nearby means more customers for local businesses. More people means more money flowing, more chances for business to develop, more goods and services on offer. I would like to see vibrant stores occupying those vacant storefronts on Spruce Street. I don't expect many people to be persuaded by this next point, but I have to put it in. I think allowing new people to share our neighborhood is part of the responsibility of living in a civil society. Compare it with jury duty. Nobody likes jury duty. It's inconvenient and troublesome. But we do it because we want to live in a country with jury trials, and we can't have citizen juries if we, citizens, don't serve on juries. I've been a Philadelphia homeowner since 2002. I'd rather have a house that's worth less, on paper, in a neighborhood and a city that are better to live in, one where people who want to live here can afford to do it. Our neighborhood is great! I've loved it since I first moved here in 1990. I want other people to enjoy it as much as I do. Finally, when community organizations oppose development they often make some claim about "preserving the historic character of they neighborhood." Sometimes that might even be true. But it's clearly not true in this case because this neighborhood has had apartment buildings — low-rise and high-rise — since the 1920s. Garden Court apartments, sixteen stories high, was built before any one of us was born. Writer Isaac Asimov rented an apartment at 47th and Walnut back in the nineteen-forties, in an apartment building that is still there today. Anyone who moved into our area in the last hundred years knew that they were moving into a mixed-use neighborhood where there were rowhouses and semi-detached houses and apartment buildings, all mixed together. Apartment buildings are part of the historic character of our neighborhood, and to say they aren't is just not true. The suggested letter to the Historical Commission says:
I agree! Let's keep doing that. Let's work for a more inclusive, growing, evolving neighborhood and for a thriving city that people can afford to live in. Addendum 20240705Stuff I thought about putting in the letter, but did not. I've learned a little bit in the last 40 years. [Other articles in category /politics] permanent link Sun, 23 Jun 2024
A potpourri of cool-looking scripts
A few months ago I noticed the banner image of Mastodon user
I had two questions about this. First where is it from and is there
more? My other question was more particular: The graphic renders Roman numerals 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, and 8 as i, ij, iij, vi, vij, and viij, respectively. The trailing j's are historically accurate. Medieval accounts often rendered the final 'i' in a Roman numeral as a 'j', to make it harder to alter the numeral by adding more i's on the end. I wondered why the graphic had done this for 2, 3, 7, and 8, but not for 1 or 6. I thought that 1 should have been 'j' and 6 should have been 'vj', but I wasn't certain. Was I remembering wrong? With the continuing debasment of Google search, it was much more difficult than it should have been to find an example of a medieval ledger that contained the numbers I wanted. I eventually succeeded: 1 and 6 were written as 'j' and 'vj' as I remembered. But while looking for what I wanted, and while doing similar-image search for the original graphic, I ran into a lot of very handsome and intriguing pictures. Some of these are below. Medieval Ledgers and Account BooksThese are beautiful, but what I really wanted were just dense, boring columns of numerals. Still, wow! https://sites.temple.edu/historynews/2018/11/30/medieval-collections-ledgers-and-account-books/ Tironian notesI believe this next item is from a glossary of Tironian notes, which was a shorthand system named for (and perhaps originated by) Tiro, the personal secretary of Cicero, and which persisted into the Middle Ages. I do not understand how the glossary was organized — certainly it is not alphabetized. By subject, perhaps? The page is headed PURPURA ("purple") and it does seem to have a number of purple-related words. It also has entries for 'senatus', 'senator', and 'senatus populusque romanus', and for Roman elected offices 'aedilis', 'consul' and 'proconsul', 'tribunus', and so on. Important people in Rome wore togas edged in purple, so I guess the PURPURA heading is metonymic. I have no idea how anyone could be expected to memorize these several thousand seemingly arbitrary squiggles. I guess it's something to do with your time if you can't play Skyrim. https://blogs.bl.uk/digitisedmanuscripts/writing/page/2/ https://blogs.bl.uk/.a/6a00d8341c464853​ef0240a4733253200c-pi Kiev MissalThis is the beginning of the Kiev Missal, which Wikipedia describes as:
These front matter pages are a key for transliterating between the Glagolitic script (on the left) and the Cyrillic (on the right). I looked at the pages in reverse order, recognized the Cyrillic on the third page right away, and then frowned at the symbols on the left site. "What is that?" I asked myself. "Is that Glagolitic?" Then I moved on and saw the title on page 1, which says:
That is, "Alphavety GLAGOLÍTSÈSKÏJ". Right! I was pleased, and thought that if the fifteen-year-old version of me could see this he would think he had turned out okay. https://kodeks.uni-bamberg.de/aksl/Texte/KievFolia.htm Theban AlphabetThis looked cool but turned out to be less interesting than I hoped. It is the so-called Theban Alphabet, which is not actually from Thebes. It is also called the Witches' alphabet, to make it sound cool. The original source is a 1518 book called Polygraphia which contains thousands of such scripts, all made up by the author, for some cryptographic purpose that is not clear to me. If someone wanted a set of funny squiggles to replace the letters of the alphabet, why would they need his book? Why wouldn't they just make some up? (Image below from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:NyctoFrenchPolygraphia.jpg.) Pinterest Theban AlphabetFollowing up on the Theban alphabet, Gooogle gave me a link to a page about it from Pinterest. I usually ignore these, mainly because Pinterest is a walled garden that will show me thumbnails to get me interested, but won't let me click through without an account. In fact I sometimes run a browser extension that strips Pinterest from my image search results. This time though the aggregated thumbnails were cool-looking enough that I decided to save them. Individually some of these look interesting and deserving of followup. Not the witchcraft sigils though. Witchcraft and demonology are dead ends. Demonological tomes are always a combination of nonsense that the author pulled out of their ass, or reverent repetitions of something that they read in an earlier demonological tome that an earlier author pulled out of their ass. [Other articles in category /lang] permanent link Fri, 17 May 2024Is this a coincidence? I just noticed the parallel between John Birch of the John Birch Society (“who the heck is John Birch?”) and the Horst Wessel of the Horst Wessel song (“who the heck is Horst Wessel?”). In both cases it turns out to be nobody in particular, and the more you look into why the two groups canonized their particular guy, the less interesting it gets. Is this a common pattern of fringe political groups? Right-wing fringe political groups? No other examples came immediately to mind. Did the Italian Fascists venerate a similar Italian nobody? Addendum 20240517Is it possible that the John Birch folks were intentionally emulating this bit of Nazi culture? [Other articles in category /politics] permanent link Mon, 13 May 2024
ChatGPT opines on cruciferous vegetables, Decameron, and Scheherazade
Last year I was planning a series of articles about my interactions with ChatGPT. I wrote a couple, and had saved several transcripts to use as material for more. Then ChatGPT 4 was released. I decided that my transcripts were obsolete, and no longer of much interest. To continue the series I would have had to have more conversations with ChatGPT, and I was not interested in doing that. So I canned the idea. Today I remembered I had actually finished writing this one last article, and thought I might as well publish it anyway. Looking it over now I think it isn't as stale as it seemed at the time, it's even a bit insightful, or was at the time. The problems with ChatGPT didn't change between v3 and v4, they just got hidden under a thicker, fluffier rug. (20230327) This, my third interaction with ChatGPT, may be the worst. It was certainly the longest. It began badly, with me being argumentative about its mealy-mouthed replies to my silly questions, and this may have gotten its head stuck up its ass, as Rik Signes put it. Along the way it produced some really amazing bullshit. I started with a question that even humans might have trouble with:
(Typical responses from humans: “What are you talking about?” “Please go away before I call the police.” But the correct answer, obviously, is cauliflower.) ChatGPT refused to answer:
“Not appropriate” is rather snippy. Also, it is an objective fact that cauliflower sucks and I wonder why ChatGPT's “vast amount” of training data did not emphasize this. Whatever, I was not going to argue the point with a stupid robot that has probably never even tried cauliflower. Instead I seized on its inane propaganda that “all vegetables … should be included as part of a healthy and balanced diet.” Really? How many jerusalem artichokes are recommended daily? How many pickled betony should I eat as part of a balanced diet? Can I be truly healthy without a regular infusion of fiddleheads?
I looked this up. Iceberg lettuce is not a good source of vitamin K. According to the USDA, I would need to eat about a pound of iceberg lettuce to get an adequate daily supply of vitamin K. Raw endive, for comparison, has about ten times as much vitamin K, and chard has fifty times as much.
This is the thing that really bugs me about GPT. It doesn't know anything and it can't think. Fine, whatever, it is not supposed to know anything or to be able to think, it is only supposed to be a language model, as it repeatedly reminds me. All it can do is regurgitate text that is something like text it has read before. But it can't even regurgitate correctly! It emits sludge that appears to be language, but isn't.
I cut out about 100 words of blather here. I was getting pretty tired of ChatGPT's vapid platitudes. It seems like it might actually be doing worse with this topic than on others I had tried. I wonder now if that is because its training set included a large mass of vapid nutrition-related platitudes?
There was another hundred words of this tedious guff. I gave up and tried something else.
This was a silly thing to try, that's on me. If ChatGPT refuses to opine on something as clear-cut as the worst cruciferous vegetable, there is no chance that it will commit to a favorite number.
When it starts like this, you can be sure nothing good will follow.
By this time I was starting to catch on. My first experience with
this sort of conversational system was at the age of seven or eight
with
the Woods-Crowther
When ChatGPT says “As a large language model…” it is saying the same
thing as when
Oh God, this again. Still I forged ahead.
Holy cow, that might be the worst couplet ever written. The repetition of the word “treat” is probably the worst part of this sorry excuse for a couplet. But also, it doesn't scan, which put me in mind of this bit from Turing's example dialogue from his original explanation of the Turing test:
I couldn't resist following Turing's lead:
Maybe I should be more prescriptive?
The first line is at least reasonably metric, although it is trochaic and not iambic. The second line isn't really anything. At this point I was starting to feel like Charlie Brown in the Halloween special. Other people were supposedly getting ChatGPT to compose odes and villanelles and sestinas, but I got a rock. I gave up on getting it to write poetry.
God, I am so tired of that excuse. As if the vast amount of training data didn't include an entire copy of Decameron, not one discussion of Decameron, not one quotation from it. Prompting did not help.
Here it disgorged almost the same text that it emitted when I first mentioned Decameron. To avoid boring you, I have cut out both copies. Here they are compared: red text was only there the first time, and green text only the second time.
This reminded me of one of my favorite exchanges in Idoru, which might be my favorite William Gibson novel. Tick, a hacker with hair like an onion loaf, is interrogating Colin, who is an AI virtual guide for tourists visiting London.
Colin is not what he thinks he is; it's a plot point. I felt a little like Tick here. “You're supposed to know fucking everything about Decameron, aren't you? Name one of the characters then.” Ordinary Google search knows who Pampinea was. Okay, on to the next thing.
Fine.
I have included all of this tedious answer because it is so spectacularly terrible. The question is a simple factual question, a pure text lookup that you can find in the Wikipedia article or pretty much any other discussion of the Thousand and One Nights. “It does not have a single consistent narrative or set of characters” is almost true, but it does in fact have three consistent, recurring characters, one of whom is Scheherazade's sister Dunyazade, who is crucial to the story. Dunyazade is not even obscure. I was too stunned to make up a snotty reply.
This is an interesting question to ask someone, such as a first-year undergraduate, who claims to have understood the Thousand and One Nights. The stories are told by a variety of different characters, but, famously, they are also told by Scheherazade. For example, Scheherazade tells the story of a fisherman who releases a malevolent djinn, in the course of which the fisherman tells the djinn the story of the Greek king and the physician Douban, during which the fisherman tells how the king told his vizier the story of the husband and the parrot. So the right answer to this question is “Well, yes”. But ChatGPT is completely unaware of the basic structure of the Thousand and One Nights:
F minus. Maybe you could quibble a little because there are a couple of stories at the beginning of the book told by Scheherazade's father when he is trying to talk her out of her scheme. But ChatGPT did not quibble in this way, it just flubbed the answer. After this I gave up on the Thousand and One Nights for a while, although I returned to it somewhat later. This article is getting long, so I will cut the scroll here, and leave for later discussion of ChatGPT's ideas about Jesus' parable of the wedding feast, its complete failure to understand integer fractions, its successful answer to a trick question about Franklin Roosevelt, which it unfortunately recanted when I tried to compliment its success, and its baffling refusal to compare any fictional character with Benito Mussolini, or even to admit that it was possible to compare historical figures with fictional ones. In the end it got so wedged that it claimed:
Ucccch, whatever. Addendum 20240519Simon Tatham has pointed out out that the exchange between Simon and Tick is from Mona Lisa Overdrive, not Idoru. [Other articles in category /tech/gpt] permanent link Sun, 12 May 2024As I walk around Philadelphia I often converse with Benjamin Franklin, to see what he thinks about how things have changed since 1790. Sometimes he's astounded, other times less so. The things that astound Franklin aren't always what you might think at first. Electric streetlamps are a superb invention, and while I think Franklin would be very pleased to see them, I don't think he would be surprised. Better street lighting was something everyone wanted in Franklin's time, and this was something very much on Franklin's mind. It was certainly clear that electricity could be turned into light. Franklin could have and might have thought up the basic mechanism of an incandescent bulb himself, although he wouldn't have been able to make one. The Internet? Well, again yes, but no. The complicated engineering details are complicated engineering, but again the basic idea is easily within the reach of the 18th century and is not all that astounding. They hadn't figured out Oersted's law yet, which was crucial, but they certainly knew that you could do something at one end of a long wire and it would have an effect at the other end, and had an idea that that might be a way to send messages from one place to another. Wikipedia says that as early as 1753 people were thinking that an electric signal could deflect a ping-pong ball at the receiving end. It might have worked! If you look into the history of transatlantic telegraph cables you will learn that the earliest methods were almost as clunky. Wikipedia itself is more impressive. The universal encyclopedia has long been a dream, and now we have one. It's not always reliable, but you know what? Not all of anything is reliable. An obvious winner, something sure to blow Franklin's mind is “yeah, we've sent people to the Moon to see what it was like, they left scientific instruments there and then they came back with rocks and stuff.” But that's no everyday thing, it blew everyone's mind when it happened and it still does. Some things I tell Franklin make him goggle and say “We did what?” and I shrug modestly and say yeah, it's pretty impressive, isn't it. The Moon thing makes me goggle right back. The Onion nailed it. The really interesting stuff is the everyday stuff that makes Franklin goggle. CAT scans, for example. Ordinary endoscopy will interest and perhaps impress Franklin, but it won't boggle his mind. (“Yeah, the doctor sticks a tube up your butt with an electric light so they can see if your bowel is healthy.” Franklin nods right along.) X-rays are more impressive. (I wrote a while back about how long it took dentists to start adopting X-ray technology: about two weeks.) But CAT scans are mind-boggling. Oh yeah, we send invisible rays at you from all directions, and measure how much each one was attenuated from passing through your body, and then infer from that exactly what must be inside and how it is all arranged. We do what? And that's without getting into any of the details of whether this is done by positron emission or nuclear magnetic resonance (whatever those are, I have no idea) or something else equally incomprehensible. Apparently there really is something to this quantum physics nonsense. So far though the most Franklin-astounding thing I've found has been GPS. The explanation starts with “well, first we put 32 artificial satellites in orbit around the Earth…”, which is already astounding, and can derail the conversation all by itself. But it just goes on from there getting more and more astounding: “…and each one has a clock on board, accurate to within 40 nanoseconds…” “…and can communicate the exact time wirelessly to the entire half of the Earth that it can see…” “… and because the GPS device also has a perfect clock, it can compute how far it is from the satellite by comparing the two times and multiplying by the speed of light…” “… and because the satellite also tells the GPS device exactly where it is, the device can determine that it lies on the surface of a sphere with the satellite at the center, so with messages from three or four satellites the device can compute its exact location, up to the error in the clocks and other measurements…” “…and it fits in my pocket.” And that's not even getting into the hair-raising complications introduced by general relativity. “It's a bit fiddly because time isn't passing at the same rate for the device as it is for the satellites, but we were able to work it out.” What. The. Fuck. Of course not all marvels are good ones. I sometimes explain to Franklin that we have gotten so good at fishing — too good — that we are in real danger of fishing out the oceans. A marvel, nevertheless. A past what-the-fuck was that we know exactly how many cells there are (959) in a particular little worm, C. elegans, and how each of those cells arises from the division of previous cells, as the worm grows from a fertilized egg, and we know what each cell does and how they are connected, and we know that 302 of those cells are nerve cells, and how the nerve cells are connected together. (There are 6,720 connections.) The big science news on Friday was that for the first time we have done this for an insect brain. It was the drosophila larva, and it has 3016 neurons and 548,000 synapses. Today I was reading somewhere about how most meteorites are asteroidal, but some are from the Moon and a few are from Mars. I wondered “how do we know that they are from Mars?” but then I couldn't understand the explanation. Someday maybe. And by the way, there are only 277 known Martian meteorites. So today's what-the-fuck is: “Yeah, we looked at all the rocks we could find all over the Earth and we noticed a couple hundred we found lying around various places looked funny and we figured out they must have come from Mars. And when. And how long they were on Mars before that.” Obviously, It's amazing that we know enough about Mars to be able to say that these rocks are like the ones on Mars. (“Yeah, we sent some devices there to look around and send back messages about what it was like.”) But to me, the deeper and more amazing thing is, from looking at billions of rocks, we have learned so much about what rocks are like that we can pick out, from these billions, a couple of hundred that came to the Earth not merely from elsewhere but specifically from Mars. What. The. Fuck. Addendum 20240513I left out one of the most important examples! Even more stunning than GPS. When I'm going into the supermarket, I always warn Franklin “Okay, brace yourself. This is really going to blow your mind.” Addendum 20240514Carl Witty points out that the GPS receiver does not have a perfect clock. The actual answer is more interesting. Instead of using three satellites and a known time to locate itself in space, as I said, the system uses four satellites to locate itself in spacetime. Addendum 20240517Another great example: I can have a hot shower, any time I want, just by turning a knob. I don't have to draw the water, I don't have to heat it over the fire. It just arrives effortlessly to the the bathroom… on the third floor of my house. And in the winter, the bathroom is heated. One unimaginable luxury piled on another. Franklin is just blown away. How does it work? Well, the entire city is covered with a buried network of pipes that carry flammable gas to every building. (WTF) And in my cellar is an unattended, smokeless gas fire ensures that there is a tank with gallons of hot water ready for use at any moment. And it is delivered invisbly throughout my house by hidden pipes. Just the amount of metal needed to make the pipes in my house is unthinkable to Franklin. And how long would it have taken for a blacksmith to draw them by hand? [Other articles in category /tech] permanent link Mon, 29 Apr 2024
Hawat! Hawat! Hawat! A million deaths are not enough for Hawat!
[ Content warning: Spoilers for Frank Herbert's novel Dune. Conversely none of this will make sense if you haven't read it. ] Summary: Thufir Hawat is the real traitor. He set up Yueh to take the fall. This blog post began when I wondered:
In fact she is (or was) a prisoner of the Harkonnens and the key to Yueh's betrayal. If Hawat had asked the obvious question, he might have unraveled the whole plot. But Hawat is a Mentat, and the Master of Assassins for a Great House. He doesn't make dumbass mistakes like forgetting to ask “what are the whereabouts of the long-absent wife of my boss's personal physician?” The Harkonnens nearly succeed in killing Paul, by immuring an agent in the Atreides residence six weeks before Paul even moves in. Hawat is so humiliated by his failure to detect the agent hidden in the wall that he offers the Duke his resignation on the spot. This is not a guy who would have forgotten to investigate Yueh's family connections. And that wall murder thing wasn't even the Harkonnens' real plan! It was just a distraction:
Piter de Vries was so sure that Hawat would find the agent in the wall, he was willing to risk spoiling everything just to try to distract Hawat from the real plan! If Hawat was what he appeared to be, he would never have left open the question of Wanna's whereabouts. Where is she? Yueh claimed that she had been killed by the Harkonnens, and Jessica offers that as a reason that Yueh can be trusted. But the Bene Gesserit have a saying: “Do not count a human dead until you've seen his body. And even then you can make a mistake.” The Mentats must have a similar saying. Wanna herself was Bene Gesserit, who are certainly human and notoriously difficult to kill. She was last known to be in the custody of the Harkonnens. Why didn't Hawat consider the possibility that Wanna might not be dead, but held hostage, perhaps to manipulate Duke Leto's physician and his heir's tutor — as in fact she was? Of course he did.
There's Hawat, pretending to be dumb. Supposedly Hawat also trusted Yueh because he had received Imperial Conditioning, and as Piter says, “it's assumed that ultimate conditioning cannot be removed without killing the subject”. Hawat even says to Jessica: “He's conditioned by the High College. That I know for certain.” Okay, and? Could it be that Thufir Hawat, Master of Assassins, didn't consider the possibility that the Imperial Conditioning could be broken or bent? Because Piter de Vries certainly did consider it, and he was correct. If Piter had plotted to subvert Imperial Conditioning to gain an advantage for his employer, surely Hawat would have considered the same. Notice, also, what Hawat doesn't say to Jessica. He doesn't say that Yueh's Imperial Conditioning can be depended on, or that Yueh is trustworthy. Jessica does not have the gift of the full Truthsay, but it is safest to use the truth with her whenever possible. So Hawat misdirects Jessica by saying merely that he knows that Yueh has the Conditioning. Yueh gave away many indications of his impending betrayal, which would have been apparent to Hawat. For example:
This is not subtle. Even Paul, partly trained, might well have detected Yueh's momentary hesitation before his lie about Wanna's death. Paul detects many more subtle signs in Yueh as well as in others:
Hawat the Mentat, trained for a lifetime in observing the minutiae of other people's behavior, and who saw Yueh daily, would surely have suspected something. So, Hawat knew the Harkonnens’ plot: Wanna was their hostage, and they were hoping to subvert Yueh and turn him to treason. Hawat might already have known that the Imperial Conditioning was not a certain guarantee, but at the very least he could certainly see that the Harkonnens’ plan depended on subverting it. But he lets the betrayal go ahead. Why? What is Hawat's plan? Look what he does after the attack on the Atreides. Is he killed in the attack, as so many others are? No, he survives and immediately runs off to work for House Harkonnen. Hawat might have had difficulty finding a new job — “Say aren't you the Master of Assassins whose whole house was destroyed by their ancient enemies? Great, we'll be in touch if we need anyone fitting that description.” But Vladimir Harkonnen will be glad to have him, because he was planning to get rid of Piter and would soon need a new Mentat, as Hawat presumably knew or guessed. And also, the Baron would enjoy having someone around to remind him of his victory over the Atreides. The Baron loves gloating, as Hawat certainly knows. Here's another question: Where did Yueh get the tooth with the poison gas? The one that somehow wasn't detected by the Baron's poison snooper? The one that conveniently took Piter out of the picture? We aren't told. But surely this wasn't the sort of thing was left lying around the Ducal Residence for anyone to find. It is, however, just the sort of thing that the Master of Assassins of a Great House might be able to procure. However he thought he came by the poison in the tooth, Yueh probably never guessed that its ultimate source was Hawat, who could have arranged that it was available at the right time. This is how I think it went down: The Emperor announces that House Atreides will be taking over the Arrakis fief from House Harkonnen. Everyone, including Hawat, sees that this is a trap. Hawat also foresees that the trap is likely to work: the Duke is too weak and Paul too young to escape it. Hawat must choose a side. He picks the side he thinks will win: the Harkonnens. With his assistance, their victory will be all but assured. He just has to arrange to be in the right place when the dust settles. Piter wants Hawat to think that Jessica will betray the Duke. Very well, Hawat will pretend to be fooled. He tells the Atreides nothing, and does his best to turn the suspicions of Halleck and the others toward Jessica. At the same time he turns the Harkonnens' plot to his advantage. Seeing it coming, he can avoid dying in the massacre. He provides Yueh with the chance to strike at the Baron and his close advisors. If Piter dies in the poison gas attack, as he does, his position will be ready for Hawat to fill; if not the position was going to be open soon anyway. Either way the Baron or his successor would be only too happy to have a replacement at hand. (Hawat would probably have preferred that the Baron also be killed by the tooth, so that he could go to work for the impatient and naïve Feyd-Rautha instead of the devious old Baron. But it doesn't quite go his way.) Having successfully made Yueh his patsy and set himself up to join the employ of the new masters of Arrakis and the spice, Hawat has some loose ends to tie up. Gurney Halleck has survived, and Jessica may also have survived. (“Do not count a human dead until you've seen his body.”) But Hawat is ready for this. Right from the beginning he has been assisting Piter in throwing suspicion on Jessica, with the idea that it will tend to prevent survivors of the massacre from reuniting under her leadership or Paul's. If Hawat is fortunate Gurney will kill Jessica, or vice versa, wrapping up another loose end. Where Thufir Hawat goes, death and deceit follow. AddendumMaybe I should have mentioned that I have not read any of the sequels to Dune, so perhaps this is authoritatively contradicted — or confirmed in detail — in one of the many following books. I wouldn't know. Addendum 20240512Elliot Evans points out that my theory really doesn't hold up. Hawat survives the assault because he is out of town when it happens (“Aha!” I said, “how convenient for him!”) but his thoughts about it, as reported by Herbert, seem to demolish my theory:
Mr. Herbert, I tried hard to give you an escape from this:
but you cut off your own avenue of escape. [Other articles in category /book] permanent link Sun, 28 Apr 2024
Rod R. Blagojevich will you please go now?
I'm strangely fascinated and often amused by crooked politicians, and Rod Blagojevich was one of the most amusing. In 2007 Barack Obama, then a senator of Illinois, resigned his office to run for United States President. Under Illinois law, the governor of Illinois was responsible for appointing Obama's replacement until the next election was held. The governor at the time was Rod Blagojevich, and Blagojevich had a fine idea: he would sell the Senate seat to the highest bidder. Yes, really. Zina Saunders did this wonderful painting of Blago and has kindly given me permission to share it with you. When the governor's innovation came to light, the Illinois state legislature ungratefully but nearly unanimously impeached him (the vote was 117–1) and removed him from office (59–0). He was later charged criminally, convicted, and sentenced to 168 months in federal prison for this and other schemes. He served about 8 years before Donald Trump, no doubt admiring the initiative of a fellow entrepreneur, commuted his sentence. Blagojevich was in the news again recently. When the legislature gave him the boot they also permanently disqualified him from holding any state office. But Blagojevich felt that the people of Illinois had been deprived for too long of his wise counsel. He filed suit in Federal District Court, seeking not only vindication of his own civil rights, but for the sake of the good citizens of Illinois:
This kind of thing is why I can't help but be amused by crooked politicians. They're so joyful and so shameless, like innocent little children playing in a garden. Blagojevich's lawsuit was never going to go anywhere, for so many reasons. Just the first three that come to mind:
Well anyway, the judge, Steven C. Seeger, was even less impressed than I was. Federal judges do not normally write “you are a stupid asshole, shut the fuck up,” in their opinions, and Judge Seeger did not either. But he did write:
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Federal judges don't get to write “sit down and shut up”. But Judge Seeger came as close as I have ever seen when he quoted from Marvin K. Mooney Will you Please Go Now!:
Addendum 20240508I just noticed that the judge, Steven C. Seeger, has appeared here before, also for having said something that maybe federal judges shouldn't say. [Other articles in category /politics] permanent link Tue, 23 Apr 2024
Well, I guess I believe everything now!
The principle of explosion is that in an inconsistent system everything is provable: if you prove both !!P!! and not-!!P!! for any !!P!!, you can then conclude !!Q!! for any !!Q!!: $$(P \land \lnot P) \to Q.$$ This is, to put it briefly, not intuitive. But it is awfully hard to get rid of because it appears to follow immediately from two principles that are intuitive:
Then suppose that we have proved that !!P!! is both true and false. Since we have proved !!P!! true, we have proved that at least one of !!P!! or !!Q!! is true. But because we have also proved that !!P!! is false, we may conclude that !!Q!! is true. Q.E.D. This proof is as simple as can be. If you want to get rid of this, you have a hard road ahead of you. You have to follow Graham Priest into the wilderness of paraconsistent logic. Raymond Smullyan observes that although logic is supposed to model ordinary reasoning, it really falls down here. Nobody, on discovering the fact that they hold contradictory beliefs, or even a false one, concludes that therefore they must believe everything. In fact, says Smullyan, almost everyone does hold contradictory beliefs. His argument goes like this:
And therefore, by the principle of explosion, I ought to believe that I believe absolutely everything. Well anyway, none of that was exactly what I planned to write about. I was pleased because I noticed a very simple, specific example of something I believed that was clearly inconsistent. Today I learned that K2, the second-highest mountain in the world, is in Asia, near the border of Pakistan and westernmost China. I was surprised by this, because I had thought that K2 was in Kenya somewhere. But I also knew that the highest mountain in Africa was Kilimanjaro. So my simultaneous beliefs were flatly contradictory:
Well, I guess until this morning I must have believed everything! [Other articles in category /math/logic] permanent link I've just learned that Oddbins, a British chain of discount wine and liquor stores, went out of business last year. I was in an Oddbins exactly once, but I feel warmly toward them and I was sorry to hear of their passing. In February of 2001 I went into the Oddbins on Canary Wharf and asked for bourbon. I wasn't sure whether they would even sell it. But they did, and the counter guy recommended I buy Woodford Reserve. I had not heard of Woodford before but I took his advice, and it immediately became my favorite bourbon. It still is. I don't know why I was trying to buy bourbon in London. Possibly it was pure jingoism. If so, the Oddbins guy showed me up. Thank you, Oddbins guy. [Other articles in category /food] permanent link Mon, 22 Apr 2024
Talking Dog > Stochastic Parrot
I've recently needed to explain to nontechnical people, such as my chiropractor, why the recent ⸢AI⸣ hype is mostly hype and not actual intelligence. I think I've found the magic phrase that communicates the most understanding in the fewest words: talking dog.
For example, the lawyers in Mata v. Avianca got in a lot of trouble when they took ChatGPT's legal analysis, including its citations to fictitious precendents, and submitted them to the court.
It might have saved this guy some suffering if someone had explained to him that he was talking to a dog. The phrase “stochastic parrot” has been offered in the past. This is completely useless, not least because of the ostentatious word “stochastic”. I'm not averse to using obscure words, but as far as I can tell there's never any reason to prefer “stochastic” to “random”. I do kinda wonder: is there a topic on which GPT can be trusted, a non-canine analog of butthole sniffing? AddendumI did not make up the talking dog idea myself; I got it from someone else. I don't remember who. Addendum 20240517Other people with the same idea:
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