Author Archive: Ankit

Pacific

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Through the years of writing on this portal I have witnessed reality bleed into my words, its hard edged, metallic backdrop bluntly shining behind the thin gauze of my thoughts and imaginations. I have let the silent cozy infinite expanse of the bluegreen Pacific with its silvery surface in the distance and its faint purpleorange reflections seep into the pores of my words during times of both joy and distress. And many a times I have stopped to catch my breath beneath the shades of its plangent melancholy as the mighty orb of orange rolled to its end and extinguished in its infinite moistness. I have often found myself at its shores, amidst its swirling sand patterns and have wondered whether in its jagged surface of many footprints and many swells, in its bleak reflections and its elongated shadows, there are metaphors to be found for my own experiences of life. I have often juxtaposed its limitless expanse against the neat little ribboned box of life and have found myself overcome by the comparison. Those beautiful cloud patterns through which shoot arrows of gold and those immense puddles of lights on its surface, that clockwork of the waves which weave the skirt of the ocean with white cottony frills and crawl up to the headlands only to vanish among the billions of little motes of sand. There is something immense and and infinitely intricate about it and it's only natural that it acts as a certain foil to life and I have often found myself being drawn to this contrast. The reality of my time near the Pacific, its amorphous essence, has bled into my thoughts and stained its fabric with an indelible hue. And as I raise that fabric and look at the world through it, I see metaphors and juxtapositions, comparisons and ironies emerge from the subconscious and take me by surprise. I thus stand endlessly amused.

Edit: Included is a photo I recently took at Dana Point. It came out surprisingly good and seems appropriate here. Click for the full panorama.

Could of, would of and should of

I have been coming across a strange linguistic twist lately which has piqued my curiosity. I have been noticing an increasing usage of phrases like 'could of', 'would of' and 'should of' instead of 'could have', 'would have', and 'should have' respectively. I can hazard a guess as to why this change is taking place and it has to do with a destructive force in language which is geared towards economy of effort. As time passes, words in any language coalesce together, lose their stresses in various parts, and morph in different ways to strive towards more and more efficiency of expression and communication. This is a very well documented phenomenon and is a major source of linguistic change. It is, therefore, not surprising that a sequence of words like 'could have', which occurs commonly together and is often pronounced like 'could've' due to the efficiency of expression, has now morphed to the altered spelling 'could of' (see Elision).

I wondered if there was a way by which I can verify whether this relatively new phenomenon is gaining ground. I thought that an obvious first step would be to check what Google trends says about the phrase "could of". Here is the result:

Apart from the weird peak the plot above shows a general increase in the number of searches for the phrase 'could of' since 2004. The plot below shows the Trends results for the phrase 'would of':

which again shows a general increase in the number of searches of the emerging phrase. But these plots only show that the awareness for the new terms is increasing. They don't necessarily mean that the usage is similarly increasing. To find out if the actual usage of, say, 'would of' is increasing, I did a simple Google search for the phrase and restricted the results over calendar years from 2004 to present. The results showed the number of pages in which the new phrase 'would of' was mentioned. Apart from the first few results which invariably were about how 'would of' is a misuse of the phrase 'would have', the overwhelming majority of the results were actual usages. What I mean to say is that the number of pages returned by Google for a search query 'would of' is very indicative of the relative popularity of the expression. Obviously this number by itself doesn't mean anything since the total number of pages indexed by Google each year is continuously increasing. Therefore, I normalized the number of pages returned by Google containing the phrase 'would of' in a certain year by the number of pages returned by Google for a very simple search query like 'have' in the same year. This normalizes the results and gives us a pretty good description of how the popularity of the new phrases are increasing. Here are the results for the phrases "could of', 'would of', and 'should of':

Very informative isn't it? The trends are clear and if there is something to be learned from the above then it is the fact that we are witnessing a small transition in the English language and the day may not be far when the traditional forms of the phrases discussed above remain no longer in vogue. It seems ridiculous now that somebody could have spelled could have as could of. Really, they should of more brains than that!

Future of Education

When I started thinking about how education would change in the future, I was instantly faced with the classic difficulty which a specialist faces when he tries to answer a general question. If you are into science and if you've ever tried to paint, you would know, in analogue, what I am talking about. While sketching, the technical training that I have received forces me to be lost in the minutiae with the result being that I lose the bigger perspective of the scene. Similarly in life, I feel that my professional training is often a hindrance when it comes to general ideas. Being general invariably means that there would be exceptions and inconsistencies in my assertions and my small life in science has taught me not to tolerate them. But let's try something different here. Let's try to conjecture, in general terms, how education is going to change in the future, and look the other way if it doesn't turn out to be so. Let's ignore the texture of the road for its infinite expanse, for our resources are limited!

Prediction is always fraught with difficulties and is often wrong but there are some general trends which appear consistent through history. One such trend is consolidation. Beginning from small hunter gatherer communities, humanity has undergone successive consolidations in all its endeavors. In geopolitics, there have been eras of skirmishes which were eventually followed by larger entities. These larger entities which initially suffered from an unstable equilibrium finally gave way to more peaceful societies within them. The new skirmishes were larger and took place between these larger entities, eventually resulting in even larger ones. Perhaps the single most important reason in this cycle of skirmish and consolidation was technology. With new means of transport and warfare, societies could seek to influence larger geophysical areas. Under the umbrella of technology, therefore, we have the crude chisel of social evolution.

Now how does this model apply to education? There must have been a time when education was much more personal than it is now. It also must have been very different from what it is now. Its form must have consisted of two distinct parts: training and philosophy. Training would have consisted mainly of 'tricks of the trade' passed from one generation to another, like knowledge about farming or selling merchandise. Philosophy would have consisted of all thought geared towards figuring out the world around with little or no immediate tangible benefit. The means of imparting education would have consisted of small intimate groups and oral communication.  This process suffers from some obvious handicaps. First, it makes education a rare commodity and it would surely have helped in creating rigid boundaries in any society. The caste system in India is a relic but the same thing must have existed in Western societies with the monopoly of the Church over knowledge and education in the dark to the middle ages (you only have to notice that most of the great poets and scientists before the 18th century were either wealthy or from a noble lineage to realize that education was for elites). The second problem with such a system is that any given teacher may not have been the most knowledgeable on his subject.

This would have changed with the invention of the Gutenberg press which allowed the wide dissemination of printed materials. Teaching would have become more codified so that it could be imparted to more people. Furthermore, books written by specialists would have solved the second problem as well. Now there could be regional centers which could provide reasonably good education based upon the more concrete nature of it: the advent of the modern university. Now at this point it is worth remembering a major pitfall of these changes. While on one hand they led to many more people getting educated, on the other they also led to a dilution of the very education that was being imparted, a dilution that continues to this day. Since in society there always exists a need to distinguish individuals based upon various factors, the all pervasive nature of the current educational climate makes it essential that there must exist a different kind of hierarchy: the hierarchy of degrees and of schools. The rigid compartmentalization which resulted from the rare nature of early education has morphed into a compartmentalization that is now fueled merely by a different kind of rarity.

Anyway what does all of this tell about the future of education? In simple words! I think that we are on the cusp of another monumental change which is being driven by the technological breakthrough of the Internet. The future is getting clearer and it looks similar to the past, at least metaphorically. We are already witnessing the seeds of change in the form of online learning initiatives like edX and Coursera. I imagine that there would be many more such initiatives and at least for some more time the field of online learning would appear analogous in spirit to the Wild Wild West with many competing players. But it would eventually simmer down into a more consolidated platform where very competent professors from around the world would contribute their lectures and videos and course materials to an organization which would probably span many different universities. The nature of the Internet would make it available to millions of people across national boundaries. We would have both another consolidation and also more widely available access to education of much higher quality. It appears inevitable that the competencies gained through online learning would one day command the same legitimacy that the traditional educational degrees currently have. This would lead to a financial incentive which would lead to a very fundamental change in the concept of a university. Since no single university would be able to offer what a conglomerate of universities would be able to offer, we would perhaps witness a dissolution of the current heavyweights.  We would most certainly see a devaluation of the reputation and clout of universities which cling to the old order. In fact we may start witnessing that within the next decade. High quality education would be accessible to many more people around the world and it would be much more uniform and standardized than it is now.

This would  lead to another cycle of dilution and if, just if, we try to look far enough into the future, we can perhaps conjecture about the nature of it. I feel that degrees and specializations would eventually lose their conventional meaning in the world of online learning. It made sense to compartmentalize education based on our current scheme in the times of industrial revolution. We live in times of a digital revolution where it is not required for people to have core competencies even to do highly specialized  tasks. For example it is beneficial but not required for a mechanical engineer to know the Navier-Stokes equation in order to find out how a fuselage responds to air turbulence (in fact it doesn't help much!). And that benefit is already running thin. I think that the educational future would be one which would be respectful and cognizant of its digital tools. But we shall leave the rest of the conjecturing to some other time.

Digressions - 1

Several years ago I came across a TED talk by a famous physicist called David Deutsch and I thought that it was the best talk that I had ever seen. He talked about our place in the universe in the context of how humans figure out new knowledge about our surroundings and then he went on to connect his talk with the current problems facing the human race and what's the right way to go about figuring out the solutions. I went ahead and bought his book called "the fabric of reality" and was immensely impressed by the ideas presented in the book.

In his book, he tried to put forth the case that four of our current theories, put together, may already suffice well enough to serve as the theory of everything. A critique of his claim is beyond both the scope of this post and perhaps even my intelligence but one of the theories that he talks about is Karl Popper's theory of the growth of human knowledge. I was very intrigued by Popper's idea that the process of new scientific advance is deductive as opposed to inductive. This means that revolutionary new scientific understanding almost never comes from observing nature but simply by a process which, for all practical purposes, is the same as guessing. Obviously verification and fine tuning are still within the domain of observing and learning but the seed of new science is basically just a hunch. I came across this concept yet again in a YouTube video of a physics lecture that Feynman gave in Cornell (highly recommended again). But it was only recently that I got the chance to read Popper's original paper which first presented his theory. He presented it in the context of the philosophy of the pre-Socratic Greek philosophers.

The great Carl Sagan begins his TV series Cosmos, which to me is the greatest TV series ever made, with an introduction to the philosophies of such names as Thales, Anaximander, Democritus, Heraclitus and more. These people lived around 500 BC in the geographical region which now constitutes parts of southern Italy, Greece, and western Turkey and they wondered about the deeper questions of life. Specifically, they tried to explain the inner workings of the world around them. By modern standards, their explanations would appear ad-hoc and childish but it is easy to see that their ideas must have been groundbreaking in their time. They presented a distinct break from the anthropocentric Greek legends and they tried to give a mechanistic explanation of the world. And by criticizing each other and building upon each other's theories, they laid the foundation of the Western scientific tradition. It is also fascinating to see how 'far out' their explanations are and it is evident that their understanding is more guesswork than studied induction.

It takes a special society to tolerate such imagination and creativity, especially when the creative energies are focused towards the deepest questions that there are. It was not before long that this frail tolerance was lost to dogmatic views of the world with the advent of Plato and Aristotle. While western science finally recovered from the dark ages with Galileo, and the western thought with the beginning of Rennaisance, it is interesting to note that this success was never repeated anywhere else. I'm sure that the ancient Indian philosophers asked the same questions that the Greeks did and I'm sure that their answers were equally insightful and beautiful. I'm sure that there existed a time when the philosophers were merely feeling their way in the dark and their theories and thoughts were open to severe criticisms. But today the Bhagwad Gita, for example, is used to ensure that witnesses do not lie in court, thereby imparting to it a rigidity which would have been anathema to the philosophers who contributed to the great work. Other religions have similar stories but I find it odd that the Hindu equivalent of Bible and Koran is the Gita.

So what's the point of this post? Digressions!

Book Review of Pale Fire

Galaxy Note 2

This post was handwritten (not typed) on a Galaxy Note 2 screen.

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The first laptop that I bought after coming to the US was an apple iBook. It was made out of white plastic, had 512MB of RAM, 40GB of hard-disk space, and a 12 inch screen. In a world infested with gargantuan and sad looking black laptops, it screamed coolness as I took it everywhere from the library to the beach and to the coffee shops. It wasn't very useful though and it became apparent very quickly. Its lack of serious computational capability meant that very soon it became outdated in terms of the software that it could run. This, in addition to the already limited ability that the OSX suffered from when it came to useful scientific software. While Apple has since produced great and fast hardware, I cannot imagine its OS being very useful in a scientific setting. In fact, as has been said time and again, Apple produces beautiful products with a very high degree of craftsmanship, but which are only mildly useful when it comes to productivity.

This meant that the next laptop that I got was a screamer of a Windows machine. 8GB RAM, quad core i7 processor, a TB of storage. It didn't look nearly as good as an Apple machine looks but it runs pretty much anything that you can throw at it. And in addition to its computational brawn, since it runs Windows it is also capable of running the simulation softwares that I end up using sometimes.

The reason I am mentioning all this is that a similar transformation has occurred in the area of smartphones. I began with the beautiful iPhone but soon realized that it was too constricting as an OS. This prompted a switch to Google's Android operating system in the form of the awesome Nexus S. The phone had better and more powerful specs than my first laptop and the operating system seemed to provide additional capabilities which the iPhone never did. But such is the pace of technology that a phone with a 1GHz processor and 1GB of RAM soon started stuttering when faced with prospects of all that was expected of it. This made me finally decide to get the last word in mobile technology, something that I do not think would get outdated in the next few years. And what a phone it is!

Samsung Galaxy Note 2 is a behemoth of a phone with a positively monstrous 5.5 inch screen, a speedy quad-core processor, 2GB RAM, a battery which lasts 2 days on a charge, and the most important addition of them all - a stylus coupled with software that Samsung must be proud of. For instance, I am so incredibly impressed by the handwriting recognition capabilities of the phone that I decided to 'write' this whole post on the phone's screen, and I did it with minimum corrections. The recognition is so good on this phone that it is now a legitimate form of input and one which may even be faster than typing on the keyboard. Google's voice input is pretty amazing but it is still much less consistent than this brilliant handwriting recognition system. I must confess that I am a technophile and I am simply amazed by the march of technology. Obviously there are both pros and cons to it but it has provided us with options which never existed before. Seeing what the mobile computation devices of today can accomplish is both stunning and a little disconcerting. Samsung Galaxy Note 2 is just such a gadget which makes you wonder if the future has arrived prematurely!

Portland to San Francisco

I got the chance to drive from Portland to Oregon and what a great road-trip it was. The stunning greenery of Oregon coast is matched well with the majestic wilderness of North Californian coast. Click for full panorama:

 Oregon Sand Dunes right next to the coast

North California coast

Elements of a good cafe

At this present moment I am sitting in a quaint little coffee shop called Grendel’s café at the intersection of NE 8th Ave. and East Burnside in Portland Oregon. The weather is brisk out with the sky gray and moist in patches but the Sun managing to shine through the patchwork, reflecting off of the black wet asphalt of the street ahead. It’s 9 in the morning and bleary eyed men with thick stubbles and grayblack hoodies walk through the pale yellow wooden door of this café to have their cup of the house blend or the French press. Portland seems to coffee shops everywhere. While walking through the streets for about a mile yesterday I counted at least 15. This speaks well of the city to me since one of the prime indicators of how interesting a region is is how seriously it takes its coffee shops. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if there exists a correlation between the intellectual output of a region and the existence of places where people from different walks of life can get together, relax over a cup of beverage, and talk about different things. Bars do not qualify because there is nothing relaxed about them and often they are too loud to have any conversations more interesting than the cringeworthy mating ritual. Despite what they are made out to be I feel that bars in the modern society are engines of isolation whereas places like coffee shops bring people together. Moreover, a communal place is very much defined by the kind of people who visit it and bars, by their very nature, attract a certain demographic which tends to be more shallow and superficial than interesting. It’s a generalization which probably fails every now and then but it’s definitely more true than it is false.

Good coffee shops, therefore, must attract the right sort of crowd as well. This means that it’s always hard to find good coffee shops in financial centers like downtowns. I apologize if I appear to mean that people working in such fields as finance and marketing are not interesting, but it’s the truth isn’t it? Posh looking coffee shops with sharp dark interiors and high glass windows looking on to 5th avenues and Broadways which charge 5 dollars for their cappuccinos to jetsetting managers in black suits and shiny leather shoes must not be worth any reasonable man’s time. Similarly a café trying too hard to be alternative and on the edge just ends up inviting the wrong kind of clientele - the kind which is always on the lookout for the new, the hip, and the happening. A good café is, therefore, almost always to be found in a semi-urban kind of setting where it can generate a consistent following among the locals. Most people who visit it see it as a part of their daily lives. They know the baristas by name and have consistent orders. Most don’t see it as just a place to get coffee but as a place to sit and perhaps read a book or have a little chat with people whom they have come to know there. A good café is an extension of home and work for many of its patrons and it achieves this by providing a warm and cozy environment, a safe temporary little haven from the rush and bustle of the world outside. The good-natured charm of a nice café is infectious and just like most simple things in life it is often a matter of the stars lining up right for it. What it is not exclusively about is the quality of its coffee. That is almost secondary to what goes into making a great café! So here are the ones that I like in San Diego (in no particular order):

Lazy Hummingbird in Ocean Beach, Pannikin in La Jolla, LeStats in Normal Heights and University Heights, Mystic Mocha, Art of Espresso in UCSD, Peet’s in La Jolla and Hillcrest, Bird Rock coffee roasters, and above all, the most awesome Bassam café near my place.

Russel on prudence and passion

A few days ago I wondered about a curious dichotomy that I find in Wilde's writing, that most of his major characters are sharp people with little respect for conventional mores in theory but very conventional lives in practice. I see it as Wilde's well-thought out tacit approval of some of society's seemingly stifling customs. I came across a few lines from Bertrand Russel which seem appropriate here. For those who do not know, Russel was a philosopher whom one could actually understand and respect but that was probably because he was also a gifted mathematician. He had the common sense which the best of philosophers so often lack (My God I hate it when people like Descarte can't figure out whether the table in front of them is real or not). The lines:

The civilized man is distinguished from the savage mainly by prudence, or, to use a slightly wider term, forethought. He is willing to endure present pains for the sake of future pleasures, even if the future pleasures are rather distant...

Civilization checks impulse not only through forethought, which is a self-administered check, but also through law, custom, and religion. This check it inherits from barbarism, but it makes it less instinctive and more systematic. Certain acts are labelled criminal, and are punished, certain others, though not punished by law, are labelled wicked, and expose those who are guilty of them to social disapproval... On the one hand the purposes of the community are enforced upon the individual, and, on the other hand the individual, having acquired the habit of viewing his life as a whole, increasingly sacrifices his present to the future.

It is evident that this process can be carried too far, as it is, for instance, by a miser. But without going to such extremes, prudence may easily involve the loss of some of the best things in life. The worshiper of Bacchus reacts against prudence. In intoxication, physical or spiritual, he recovers an intensity of feeling which prudence had destroyed; he finds the world full of delight and beauty, and his imagination is suddenly liberated from the prison of everyday preoccupations... Much of what is greatest in human achievement involves some element of intoxication, some sweeping away of prudence by passion. Without the Bacchic element, life would be uninteresting, with it, it is dangerous. Prudence versus passion is a conflict that runs through history. It is not a conflict in which we ought to side wholly with either party.

-Bertrand Russel in  The History of Western Philosophy

The incident of the final t-shirt

There are some incidents in life which you just cannot flush out ever. You keep brooding over them trying to make sense as to why they happened and what curious logic lay behind the actions of those who were involved. There was one such incident which I have never been able to make sense of and it involved a close friend. I never really shied away from asking him, in all earnestness, what motivated him to do what he did but he never gave me a direct answer, leaving me with a constant sense of doubt about my own powers of logic and rationality.

Graduate housing in UCSD has community washing and drying facilities. You have to take your clothes, stuff them in a washing machine, come back after some time to transfer them to a dryer and then come back again in some time to take them back. It's pretty routine generally but every now and then, sheer probability dictates that some poor grad student's clothes will get stolen during the time that he's not there to watch over them. That it would happen to a friend of mine whose complete disregard for conventional niceties meant that his wardrobe was perhaps the poorest of them all is just another indication that God likes to have his little pleasures and enjoys his little cosmic ironies. I can picture  him drawing from his big brown bag of half-folded slips, the monthly names of the students whose clothes would be stolen, and I can picture him disregarding those names until he got to my friend for whom the loss of his faded blackbrowngray unironed clothes would be that much more ironical. So it happened and his clothes did get stolen and that incident, by itself, had the humor equivalent of a conventional humor hand-grenade but what made it positively nuclear was what my friend chose to do. Perhaps he was taking decisions under unreasonable psychological stress which must surely accompany a sudden disappearance of most of one's clothes, perhaps he really understood something that I haven't been able to, but he took one of his last remaining T-shirts, one of those sorry little pieces of garment which after years of use crosses the line of presentability into that vague murky zone where it becomes indistinguishable from a dust cloth and lies in a corner with no further hope of being washed again, put it in a plastic bag, went to the laundry room and hung it there in the hope that the rest of his clothes would be returned. The next day he went to the laundry room only to discover that his T-shirt had also been stolen! He may have gotten the plastic bag back but we have to agree that in the face of such a massive disaster the loss or gain of a puny little plastic bag is of little consequence.

Obviously this is one of those sequence of events which are all too rare in this world and which must be savored for all their comedic potential and my friend who is a great sport when it comes to these things went along with all the mirthmaking that accompanied the subsequent divulging of the details. But he never quite explained the incident of the final T-shirt and I have racked my brain trying to figure out why he did what he did, only to raise my hands in exasperation and accept defeat. I haven't been able to fathom the motive behind that final T-shirt. The only reasonable scenario which I can come up with where the sight of a lonely T-shirt would induce a return of the stolen clothes is one where this was a group job. In a situation where a bunch of thieves planned scrupulously and worked in unison to steal my friend's clothes, there is a possibility that the sight of the T-shirt might have invoked deep feelings of regret in a weaker member who could subsequently have gone against the other members and brought the clothes back. He/she may have had to overcome fierce resistance, dispose off a few bodies and make good his escape in the middle of the inky night by dressing like Robin Hood, but we shall not bother with wild conjectures here. The fact that it is only wild conjectures like this which seem to be logical enough to serve as possible solutions to the conundrum just goes on to indicate how deep the conundrum itself is. Perhaps I will figure it out one day when I am wiser than I am now, but I'm afraid that the unraveling of the incident of the final t-shirt would require wisdom which would forever be out of my reach.

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