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Tue, 01 Jul 2003
Wow. Just looked through an old demi-blog I had created about a year ago. Clearly I was about ten times more intelligent then than I am now.
I tend to be very wary (
Oh anyways, the reason for this is that, in my experience, many of these girls are so continually surrounded by adulating guys fawning over them at every step that I think they tend to develop certain personality characteristics that I find unappealing. There's a kind of prima donna attitude that emerges, almost. Everyone is paying so much continuous attention to them, they can feel free to treat everyone poorly and not really have to suffer any repercussions.
I've known exceptions to this, of course, but in general I remain suspicious. And the flip side of the coin is that if I'm interested in a girl, I find all that competition intimidating. And more strongly than that, I don't want to be just another fawning guy... I'd rather preserve my remaining self-respect.
To all you hot CS babes who now hate me, this entry is not motivated by a particular person or event. I was just thinking about this recently. But I encourage you to take a moment to examine your style of social interaction...
I was thinking this morning about how I was always considered the
I basically believed them at the time, but in retrospect I don't think I had, or have, a fundamentally lazy character. Looking back, I see that I just received so much pleasure from reading and from playing around on the computer that I really hated having to go out and endure the tediousness that was yardwork, or going to church, or whatever other moronic way they wanted me to interact with the outside world. Every minute outside felt like a minute wasted, and every minute I was thinking about being able to get back to my what I wanted to do.
I'm much better about that kind of thing today—I've learned to control my obsessive tendencies better (being able to turn them on is almost as fun as being able to turn them off is useful) and I have mellowed with age, like fine old grape juice. But of course, there's a certain amount of laziness that I think everyone has, myself included, in the form of being unwilling to do repetitive or menial tasks.
I think it's that type of laziness, combined with the obsessiveness, that makes me a good programmer. Larry Wall was right in his quip about "laziness, impatience and hubris" being the three cardinal virtues of the programmer.
Of course, they also combine to make me a poor scientist. This has been going through my head a lot, recently. What to do....
Cool research result, although the article itself is terrible. My comments:
This is bizarre.
Heh. No kidding. (And it's not just the tones.)
I'd be interested in knowing if they did comparisons with non-native speakers of Mandarin, and with native and non-native speakers of other Chinese languages (which by and large have more tones than Mandarin does). Brain damage studies, as suggested by my colleague, would be pretty intreresting too.
Anyways, a cool find, even if the article is crapulent.
For the past month I've been involved in the TIDES Suprise Language project, which is a cool new ideawhere a bunch of computational linguistics researchers get together and have exactly one month to develop various bits of NLP technology (machine translation, named entity extraction, etc) for a given human language. The
Beyond getting people to start working on a new, presumably relevant, language, this is also a great way of assessing the ability of the research community to do
The language was Hindi. The month ended yesterday. Overall the project was pretty successful, I think. All the big players were involved. It was interesting to see a cooperation-based project rather than the competition-style events, which is what I've been involved in before, for conferences. There's still competition in terms of who can develop the best system, but resources, tools, etc. were all shared between researchers.
We submitted a named-entity tagger. It'll be interesting to see how it fares.
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