Wednesday, February 22, 2017

The Future Is Now



Take a look around. No, seriously, put your head up and take a look around you. If the sun is shining or the lights aren’t out yet, there must be a fair bit to see. You might not be seeing what I am, which is mounds of books, a couple of old laptops, water bottles and other associated detritus as befits a modern vagrant, but you’d definitely have a lot to see. Maybe a nice hand-crafted cushion cover (from fabIndia obviously) or a favourite photograph of that trip to Goa from well, gosh, nearly 10 years ago, or maybe there is that ratty t-shirt you know should be thrown away but you just can’t bring yourself to do. There’s more evidence of obviously of a human life lived, things you cannot see, such as nail clippings and itinerant strands of hair, symbols of your mortality and uniqueness, physical states in a flux with DNA signatures silent and eternal.

To identify as human is an interesting experience (choice is not the correct word, is it?). To have emotions and to know happiness and pain, to be bored and excited, to have impulses and longings. To have your eyes water up stupidly when manipulated by the soaring strings at the close of a Pixar movie, to giggle at the routine rant of a middle-aged comic who rages at a PC crowd which titters subversively and guiltily at the non-PC jokes, deadpan humour and cynical irony understood and enjoyed. The patience to practice and become better at certain activities (like hitting a ball across a net with a racquet (that’s all it is, howsoever exhilarating it may be) or like identifying how colours interact and how light and shade can be faithfully reproduced or deconstructed to evoke emotions) or how Nature’s patterns follow rules, some known and some unknown, and yet radiate a beauty that defy rule-making. To take joy in companionship and to seek out the warmth of fellowship and family and to cherish certain relationships over all others. To be proud of loving and be humbled by receiving love, knowing that neither really matters and yet seeking to be worthy nonetheless. To strive for success and for dignity in work, to do the best we can, limited as we are by our neural idiosyncrasies and physical foibles. We aren’t perfect (we only need to take a look at the papers for that) but we kind of like that imperfection, that little un-knowability, that makes us human (and also perfection is over-rated and bland). We still push ourselves though, knowing that we will always fall short of the mythical ideal makes it easier to strive to be better. Pushing it to the limits and not knowing what the limits are, makes it all worthwhile ultimately (an Eagles reference here).

We have always wanted to believe in a greater power. It’s not as cut and dry as a belief in God or Gods (feel free to choose your own poison or not drink from the well at all), but there is either some fatalism or some belief that hard work and/or intelligence and/or luck begets success and happiness. Is that true anymore? I wonder sometimes. Let’s look at the situation dispassionately. We live in a world of limited resources. Yes. We consume more and more each year. Yes. The global climate change is well underway and we have entered Anthropocene. Yes. Automation is inevitable as capital seeks ever more efficient allocations. Yes. Disaffection will spread as more and more work will be done, better, by automated machines. Machine learning is at an inflection point where I believe most decision making can be driven by data and semiotics. And it’s all kinds of decision making really (go, poker and chess all require very different mental capacities) where automatons parsing data are better than us and they are getting better all the time. I think most jobs, if not all of them, which are presently the remit of typical lower and middle management, and in most sectors, can be done better and in a cheaper manner using software and logic. Blue collar jobs are disappearing anyway – a country can’t compete on a cheap labour arbitrage when there are machines for most things. I don’t think we, as a country, are at the cutting edge of software technology, what we do, to my impression is, take on the tedious bits and do them diligently and then sell them on the cheap. We are looking to innovate and move up the value chain no doubt, but we then don’t invest in real research and STEM education. We have millions of engineers, no doubt, but I don’t believe that they have been trained to innovate and design and be creative. Any creative spark is indeed stamped out by our education system and our tendency to copy and imitate (on the cheap, no doubt) rather than create and develop. And I don’t see much change happening for the better anytime soon. Similarly, the financial sector plays on a cost arbitrage and by charging for making capital accessible – as we develop risk matrices and develop better behavioural models for markets and then leave the decision making to these systems, I don’t see much need for decision makers (the so-called management) anymore. It’s funny how as we advance technologically, we take out the need for human interaction and human input more and more. What is the solution really? Do we go further down the rabbit hole till we make superintelligent machines? I feel in a way that the answer lies in something we considered while looking at our choices. We can’t really look at the situation dispassionately - that premise simply won't provide us with an acceptable solution.

There are so many questions to answer here – do the profits arising from the machine-like efficiency of these, well, machines, accrue to the equity holders? The 0.1%ers who already control the majority of the world’s wealth, do they continue to accrue the benefits? There are interesting moral and political questions here to answer. Do we distribute the profits to the deprived and the dis-enfranchised? Who will all these huge automated factories make their products for – how many iPhones does Tim Cook need anyway? You need the 99.9% to ultimately drive the consumption, who need to be able to earn and afford. Fun questions with extremely important answers. We need to decide on these things before the decision-making power of the species itself is brought into question. What is certain is that there will be large scale displacements in the existing workforces, what will make the Greek tragedies seem like sitcoms – and it will be both blue-collared and white-collared workers who will be effected. We are woefully behind in terms of re-educating ourselves and educating our children to be able to survive and adapt to the changed environment. We haven’t even started figuring this thing out. I guess there will be requirements to service these robots and there will be customer service requirements certainly – but that’s a very limited and limiting option, isn’t it? Maybe even we will end up with the almost implausible scenario that the machines will eliminate all need for work as we know it and at the same it shall come to pass that all the benefits arising from these increased efficiencies are magically distributed in a left-wing daydream, but then we have to figure what to do with our time and figure out what gives our lives a sense of self and value, if it’s not work (as we know and understand it now).

Now, onto things a bit simpler. Have watched a few movies this past month or so and with the Oscars around the corner, I wanted to talk about them –
1.     La La Land (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3783958) – I remember watching Damien Chazelle’s previous film and thinking that here is someone who thinks that music and the pursuit of it is important, even if somewhat maddening and frustrating sometimes. I guess what he comes up with this time around is a tribute to the musical, set in a modern world which harks back to the golden age of the Hollywood studios and shows the showbiz LA with pastel colours and choreographed dances and unbearably hip jazz nightclubs. Emma Stone is an amazingly expressive actress and I think she will win the statue for best actress in this role (I loved Arrival and Amy Adams in it, but Ms. Stone is terrific in this movie) and I loved the songs (one of which, City of Stars, should win for best original song). And if you haven’t seen the movie, it’s worth seeing for the ending montage alone. Its emotional yet gimlet eyed and it doesn’t shy away from telling you that you have to make difficult choices sometimes.
2.    Kubo and the 2 Strings (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4302938) – I dislike stop motion movies mostly. They usually look ugly to me (think Chicken Run etc.) and only rarely are they great (Fantastic Mr. Fox – and that’s basically the craft of Wes Anderson). This one was beautiful. A sweeping story of magic and journey and dragons and family. It beggars belief that the movie is actually stop motion – it speaks of the immense work put in by the studio. The shamisen powered cover of While My Guitar Gently Weeps is amazing. I fell utterly in thrall to the movie and would recommend it over any others that I have watched this year. It should (but it won’t) win the Oscars for best animated feature (Zootopia is good but not great and I haven’t watched Moana). Interesting fact, the movie was directed by Travis Knight, the son of Phil Knight (the co-founder of Nike).
3.     Sing Street (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3544112) – A coming of age story set in Dublin – this movie is about a teenage boy who starts a band to escape from a dysfunctional family life and to woo an unattainable girl (mainly for the girl of course). Set to an irresistible soundtrack of 80s hits (The Cure and Duran Duran feature, amongst others), the movie also has some original numbers which are quite effective. I guess the movie resonated with me because it reminded me of discovering new bands and how I think, we all make up our own playlists that are incredibly precious to us. John Carney, the director, has previous in this kind of movies, having made Once and Begin Again, and the movie has a joyous feel to it that makes it a really happy watch.

So, all the movies above come highly recommended. I also watched Allied (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3640424) which was beautifully shot and had some interesting moments – and the beginning is in Casablanca – it missed something, maybe Brad Pitt’s deadpan acting was somewhat difficult to get into.

The songs now…
1.     Fleetwood Mac – Chains. One of my favourite bands. Rumours is an epochal album – there’s not one bad song in the bunch. My favourite songs are probably Chains (from Rumours) and Black Magic Woman (Santana did a great cover, but it really is Peter Green’s song).
2.     Bread – Guitar Man. The soft rock pioneers. The 70s had some great music. This is probably not their most successful album, but this track is a favourite.


Did you know that the word ‘thing’ (used 7 times in this piece before this) comes from the Old Germanic and Old English word for the governing assembly of a Germanic society, made up of the free people of the community presided over by lawspeakers. QI indeed.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Senses


What does it mean to be human? Without asking questions regarding the soul (unanswerable for me really, philosophically and scientifically speaking - and not something that deserves quick dissembling and late night digressions, it’s kind of more vital than that). We are our wants and needs, emotions and actions, clothed in terribly fragile skin and ego and held together by sinews and family. I don't quite know how I function. I mean I know what my triggers are, what makes me want something and as often, what makes me not want something. But what scares me, in a way, is that there is no internal trigger as such for me. There is no overarching narrative that I want, in the sense of seeking something. No creative urge except to try and understand myself and my role in the world. Most of my triggers are external (does that actually makes me sane?) and they tend to affect me quite a bit (not in the way of taking action really but in the form of making me think - which is a form of action that is not only default to me, it is more like I am irretrievably stuck in that mode). The basic question of motivation is something that interests me quite a bit – which factor is primary in determining our actions, is it family, society, religion, nation? Or are we ultimately simpler in that we tend to do the thing that just makes us feel good? And are we all the same (I don’t quite believe that - variations will exist in a species, even in this basic level). Anyway – I re-read Night (and again became numb for a bit, and I guess that book kind of answers my question, that we do all react to external stimuli after all and there are thresholds to each kind of stimuli beyond which our responses and actions change) and I have been meaning to read this. I guess I am looking for sense in books of a certain kind.

Anyway, I digress. I started this post with a different sort-of plan. I was thinking about the senses, the senses that we all share (genetic errors and misfortunes aside) and that we share in some form or the other with animals as well. Sight, smell, taste, touch and hearing. I had one of my occasional eye issues (sometimes one or both of them go blurry – something I guess I have adjusted to in a way) and I was weirdly woozy for a while – my balance was shot (and yes, while I could never audition anyway for Cirque du Soleil but this was major trippy toes slapstick territory). And then as the eye (it was one this time) cleared up, the balance came back. It’s weird isn’t it, how the sprockets and the gears fit inside, making the machine run – we inhabit a physical world and interpret it through our physical interactions. Of course, it doesn’t have to be this way. If we were allowed to imagine, and who’s to say we aren’t, we could very well think of our primary interfaces with the outside world being through other forces and senses. Slight tugs indicating the lines of the magnetic fields, sound waves eliciting brilliant images in our brains which in turn would be wired quite differently, with rhizoidal magnetite veins to carry the signals for instance. One limit on our imagination is obviously the one placed by our knowledge and our understanding of the world. Our scientific minds will attempt to predict the possibilities through our current interpretation of the natural laws. But might there be universes which obey completely altogether different laws? That would be interesting, wouldn’t it? That’s sci-fi territory obviously. The interesting thing is that while I didn’t really follow the genre while young (thinking it to be too fantastic and juvenile, without any real knowledge), now I am more interested in it. The past couple of years I read quite a few ‘sci-fi’ books which were thought provoking, none more so than Ted Chiang (and the movie is good but the book is great) and various sub-genres (such as this (space opera), this (dystopian with a loud nerd-alert) and this (military interstellar missions with aspects of consciousness transfer)). And I am not even talking about the established classics here. What I am trying to say is apart from individual literary merits (and they can be quite uneven), they do obviously encourage you to think and question the various possibilities and permutations of human existence which is always interesting.

And we are so immutably bound to our senses, aren’t we? They are the triggers for our memories and the switches for our emotions. Sunrises and bird-songs, petrichor and tang. All our memories have these sensations as their cornerstones, the indescribable touch of warm blankets, the taste of fingers dipped in honey jars, the goosebumps from the slightest touch. We live our lives, accumulating these inputs and tagging some of them with red post-its, marking them as special. I like the smell of old books, past letters from my grandma will make me melancholic even now and I still think that the best college lunches were the ones at Putiram (the ones we finished with rabdi, obviously, followed by a sherbet at Paramount). And they are all linked too, the feeling of the sleeper berths, with the rolling lullaby of a train and the faint whisper of the night-time air mixed with the rusted smell of the brown coloured grills looking vaguely sinister in a 5w tungsten bulb. That’s a train journey for me. Every memory can be similarly distilled into the combination of the unique sensations they evoked. And it weird how, even as I get older, the same 5 senses with their incredible acuity, can combine to give me new memories each day.

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Songs I have been listening to (not really)
1. Deep Purple - When a Blind Man Cries - Well this is a song I really liked when I was an angsty teen. I am not really a Purple-head (snigger) though they have an extensive catalog of classics, but I liked this song for what I perceived as meaning that when some people complain its more notable (cause they usually don't). And cause I have issues with being blind too (but that's neither here nor there).



 2. Groove Armada - Think Twice - I think its a classic. And I usually end up having multiple songs from them in whichever playlist I am making. I love a dance band, who knew (and I also simultaneously agree completely with David Mitchell here).


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Ceteris paribus (but then nothing is really)