Archive for the 'Uncategorized' Category

So it is 15

September 15th, 2011 | Category: Uncategorized

Se escuchan las cuerdas chillar y respirar en el atrio desvelado
Se prende una luz y se tuercen unas manecillas
La m√°quina se enciende y comienza a zumbar
Rayos de luz y perfume dorado
Rodean a las líneas de un plateado compaz
Las cuerdas se unen, en perfecta armonía
Tocan las notas de Saltan, el Tsar
Un fuego en el centro enciende las caras
De aras colgando en los rostros y el vientre
La orquesta ya es una, ya viene el cantar

La m√°quina cruje, un ruido enfuriado
Unas chispas de luz, una en gran engranaje
Resuena en el prado; y los ni√Īos voltean
El enorme agujero, la boca del Todo
Parece el ojo de un gentil Camaleón
Llega el sonido de lugares lejanos
De tiempos adversos, de cuentos paganos
Los mundos se unen en el torrente de sol
Los toca la orquesta con pasión y calor
Primero recitan las incansables leyendas
Del mundo etéreo de las Nubes de Li
Es el lugar de los sabios, de los magos dorados
De nubes que cargan desde el Sult√°n, hasta el desafortunado
Le siguen los cuentos del Reino del Sol,
Los grises dominios de logros y halagos
Que son construidos sobre desamores y estragos
Cuyo soberano emprendió el injusto y necesario
Sacrificio de su amor por lo justo y lo precario
Su amor a√ļn lo llora, en el borde del Reino
Punza su mirada, le tiembla el labio y el ce√Īo

En estos momentos, la audiencia ya calla
La tristeza se siente, les cae muy pesada
Pero se escucha un trino, travieso e ingenuo
Es la chinchilla que est√° de regreso
Ha viajado por el mundo en busca de lindas cosas
Le importa poco su corona, le gustan m√°s las rosas
Algunos se ríen, otros no lo aprueban
Sobre todo los osos, que apenas se enteran
Y el mar de sonidos sigue pintando el dominio
No hay corazón hambriento, no hay deseo no cumplido

Pero no sólo la audiencia escucha esta vida
En el borde del techo está el halcón estóico y sin alegría
Tiene las plumas bronceadas, del sol que lo castiga
Todo él es afilado, pero más su mirada que sus garras
Piensa en su presa, aquél rojo gorrión
Que con sus √ļltimos brillos le propin√≥ un serm√≥n
Sobre el vuelo y la vida, el viento y la libertad
Y el gran sacrificio que algunos otorgan
A cambio de un instante de plena sinceridad
Las garras sangrientas del halcón pensativo
Lloran las l√°grimas del cazador que pudo entender

La orquesta se calla, las luces se apagan
Unas leves campanas comienzan a tocar
Es el movimiento de la marcha, el legendario final
Se prende un pent√°gono, luego viene una espiral
Han llegado los Dioses Gemelos, han traído el carnaval
Las estrellas los acompa√Īan, el sol y el viento
Las risas de los ni√Īos, el lagarto y el mar
Uno trae el Perejil y las hojas de Salvia
Otro el Romero y la corona de Tomillo
Por un momento se detienen, sus antifaces giran hacia un lugar de la audiencia
Son dos enamorados, que han asistido al concierto
Hoy es el d√≠a que cumplen cuatro a√Īos de velo, cuatro a√Īos de sapiencia
De lo que es el amor, y su intoxicante se√Īuelo
Los gemelos sonríen los rocían de arena
Le ponen a él un sombrero y a ella le dan una vela
Sus rostros se encojen, pero sus sonrisas no esconden su vuelo
¡Qué viva el amor, que vivan los enamorados! grita el Pentágono
La espiral le responde: Dios salve al amor, tal como en los textos sagrados

No comments

God Save the Queen!

December 01st, 2010 | Category: Uncategorized

God save the Queen!
Let the crowd celebrate the taste of joy
God save the Queen!
The sun shines and greets a new beginning
God save the Queen!
Laugh, my children, sing the glorious anthem.

Impulso!

La vida nos ha seguido de cerca.
Se esconde entre las piedras,
Entre las s√°banas donde platicamos,
Entre las aves que vuelan como libros.
La vida nos acecha en cada paso,
En cada instante nos hace sentir su rubor,
En cada hecho nos hace saber su fervor.
Caminamos por el parque, nos movemos en presto apremio
Un viejo nos mira, apaga la vela y nos frunce el ce√Īo.
La estrella fugaz que nos sigue,
Ha marchitado su exquisita alegría.
Vuelve al mundo que vigila,
Vuelve al cielo con triunfante regalía
Nos sigue el mar,
Las estampas que bailan al comienzo
Dan lugar a la textura de gardenias
Que se pinta en nuestro lienzo,
Que se marcha en santa locura.
Y en la noche me preguntas
¬ŅQu√© es lo que quieren
¬Ņ¬ŅQu√© es lo que desean sus movimientos
Sus manos firmes que crean sacramentos , X?
Los vasos rotos del amor?,
Los dientes agraviados del firmamento?
Yo me río, fuerte y amplio
Dejo escapar una mirada arrogante
T√ļ sonr√≠es, te limitas a mover la cabeza
Es in√ļtil que comprendan, la enorme sutileza,
Que hay en el alma de un ni√Īo,
Los gigantes ilusiorios
En las cuestas del camino.
Mano en mano me sostienes, dando amor y algarabía
Mano en mano me comprendes,
De un mundo a otro, de vía en vía.
Las esferas se re√ļnen y marcan su paso
Sus dolos dando se√Īas de la morada soledad
Que se rebobina en el vacío.
Dios nos salve,
A ti y a mi, los príncipes que heredamos el lugar
Dios salve a la Reina
Aquella que nos dio la dualidad.
Dios salve a la Reina!
Sonreimos para bienvenir el cambio
Dios, Salve a la Reina!
Que se retirado de nuestras manos
Que se ha escabullido en las riendas

No comments

Hurt

June 06th, 2010 | Category: Uncategorized

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything


What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

No comments

On the use and abuse of AI

May 29th, 2010 | Category: Uncategorized

One of the most exciting realms of computer science, at least from my appreciation, is the bipolar field of artificial intelligence. Bipolar, I say, because of it’s tremendous ups and downs that seem to cycle like the seasons (not surprisingly, the times when the hype that surrounds the field fails to live up to its promise and a lack a funding derived thereof are called AI winters). During each new cycle, some models that were discarded as useless and naive in the previous iteration of innovation re-emerge in more mathematically sound incarnations that add the necessary rigor to produce meaningful results. One of the greatest example of this type of behavior is the story of the perceptron, a predictor function based on a simple threshold value that roughly models how a neuron reacts given some stimulus. The perceptron was heavily criticized in the late 60’s by the highly cited work of Marvin Minsky and it was more or less abandoned until the return of AI during the 90’s, when the concept of neural networks became formalized and empowered through the backpropagation learning techniques.

We are now living inside of one of those AI summers (the opposite of the AI winters), precisely when the field starts gathering the hype of what it is capable of doing. Like the resurrection of the perceptron, we are now experiencing the resurrection of deep network architectures. You see, quite a few years back, when neural networks were proven effective for some pretty neat tasks (such as recognizing your handwriting in your documents automatically), all kinds of research spawned around them. One of these threads of investigation was construction of multi-layered networks, that had enhanced capabilities as more layers were added (well, sort of, there are some technical issues that have something or other to do with “over-training” the network). However, as more layers were added, the complexity of the learning algorithm increased, to a point that it became unfeasible. Thus, deep architectures were forgotten for some time, until the recent advancements in deep belief networks have made them trendy once more.

Another characteristic of the cyclic nature of AI is the number of its applications in fields other than pure computer science. When there is a burst of innovation in AI, and AI is trendy enough, people all around science and engineering want to apply the new methods to their problem. Sadly, most of them fail (yep, most of them because they haven’t got the slightest clue as how the method truly works…this is in part because the innovation is so, well, new, that even the inventors of the method do not have a complete view of its limitations), but those that do succeed more often than not rebrand the method and make it a subfield of their field (OMG! This support vector machine method works really great on predicting climate changes, let’s change tweak it and say that we are doing, err, non-linear adaptive meteorology) and the credit to the original method is a bit lost in the trail of application. Both effects when combined take important credibility away from the AI folks, who are most of the time too occupied trying to make the toaster talk to them or teaching their car to park itself in dukes-of-hazard-fashion to even notice (until funding suddenly starts faltering, in which case the guy with the poetic toaster swears revenge, which leads to flying, MIG-equipped toasters and other crazy stuff).

Being in a field that makes heavy use of AI, I cannot help but notice the difference between doing science with these powerful statistical and heuristic tools (which I like to call meta-modeling) and doing it in the old-school Newton-Hilbert-inspired framework. Because ¬†perhaps of my pure math bias in higher education, I consider standard modeling as the premier, elegant way of describing the world. I definitely enjoy more the solution of counting the number of alveoles we have through some powerful group-theoretic theorem than through the classification and analysis of all images of the human lungs available through some machine learning method. Elegance is a compact approach that masterfully brings down a problem with seemingly little effort, and most AI applications lack this (note that the model per se may be quite elegant, but the application may be not). Thus, to my appreciation, AI should be used as the tool that will help you leverage your problem when standard, classical models fail or are too limitative (one great example is the prediction of the variation of RNA splicing across tissues, a problem in which we have so little insight and that was recently addressed using a complex code that was selected using AI techniques and models). It does not entitle you, however, to abuse it by applying it to everything you come up to. This is specially true in the biological domains. Even if you are versed enough in the art, even if you know how to pick the right set of features to make things work, such model should be either used as a first rough draft to better understand the problem, or as a last resort when things aren’t really working out (and will most probably fail with AI as well, but hey, it is worth a shot no?). It is more intellectually satisfying (and challenging) to come up with a simple equation, relation or whatever that faithfully describes your system than to use a computational powerhouse to predict your system’s outcomes.

2 comments

…But home is nowhere

March 14th, 2010 | Category: Uncategorized

Hi,

I write to you from a special place in a piece of fiction. This is ten years away from the date that you will be reading this and the ideas that are imprinted in this awkward flow of words are the truth (which, as you might suspect, is never hidden but rarely found). This is the telling of a story from the Time that Never Existed, and as such, you should approach it with caution. In that context, let us begin.

Many years back, I awakened in the middle of a ruined hospital bed inside a wild and beautiful garden. Back then, I barely had a mind to convince myself to eat and drink, let alone ask questions about the situation of my world. For many weeks I lived in a strict routine of waking up, eating crickets, drinking mud, and resting in the sinking bed that was ever-present in the center of the garden. This animalistic lifestyle would vanish shortly after the 2nd dayweek of the New Time. In the day 48 after my first blink, I found a notebook that contained several sketches depicting a simple, yet elegant, face of an astoundingly beautiful woman. In the pencil slashes that permeated the pages of the drawing pads, the woman was always in the company of a man that vaguely resembled my distorted reflection in the local pond, located 23.4 meters from the bed, approximately 24 degrees in direction from the pillow, clockwise to itself. Upon the finishing of my appraisal of such delightful drawings, I remembered clearly that I had been with you, touching you, kissing you, praising you. After the epiphany, I left the garden to explore the Outer Realm. From that moment onward, I was determined in completing the task of finding my memories that would link me to you.

Needless to say the task was daunting, and the places that knew of the artifacts that contained the essence of my gnosis were few, strange, and scarce. Some were trapped inside the workings of a gnome made completely of clockwork that was in dire need of repair, while others I found simply dancing with the autumn leaves in a forest that once existed but is now long gone. But by far the strangest was found resting in the ears of an elephant that lived happily in the imagination of an old dame that died two hundred and seventy five days ago.

I do not regret my journey, though it was harsh, challenging, and sometimes with unexpectedly cruel rewards. As you may know, our memories together are not all made of dreams come true, love, and fantasy. Some contain dark feelings of hatred and disappointment. Experiencing some of these was like dying a second time. I writhed in pain upon touching the source of their essence and would sometimes cry for days after reliving our most vicious fights. However, as I stated earlier, now that I am done, I think that the effort was well spent and the reward by far surpasses the sacrificed that had to be made.

Having completed my task, I sat down, if just for a moment, to contemplate the Great Blue Sea. I must tell you that it was almost as beautiful as you will be, having the threads of sun dancing, and giggling, and setting all kinds of little shops that sell candy and enlightenment. The sunset came to an end and I stood up to continue my journey. My suit was elegant, my mind was sharp, and my eyes could pierce through the veil of the world as easily as they had been able to convince you to scream and shout and sing with me. Love was tiring and lovely. It was a summer’s breeze, a drop of honey that refreshes the inner workings, that constantly pushed me towards the boundary. The rim of the World was near, and I could sense it’s gentle waves resonate with my fingertips.

The NeXT step was not clear to me at the moment, but only the notion of one day finding you, resting on the shoulders of some Tree of Peaches.

(call/cc to-the-outer-realm)

1 comment

Updated!

February 15th, 2010 | Category: Uncategorized

I finally performed a  long due wordpress update. This was in response  to various spam attacks that used several (yes, several!) SQL injection vulnerabilities of previous versions. I hope this will finally put an end to the madness.

No comments

Desde las colinas tu nombre vislumbro

February 14th, 2010 | Category: Uncategorized

Hay un misterio que escapa las aras de la razón y la bondad
Cuya sombra enternece el espíritu cansado y abatido
Y que respira el viento de mil canciones que coronan las figuras de la nada.
Sus dos rostros se enredan y desatan, bailando al ritmo de mi mirar
De cuando en cuando rojo es su destello, de cuando en cuando negro es su cantar
Su mano me alza y me ilumina m√°s all√° de los cien sefirotes
y me da a probar la divinidad del placer y de la muerte,
que se revela en infinita simetría,
de caricies y besos por venir.
La danza, que con gracia la efect√ļa
trasladando sus caderas, rosando sus breves linos,
la dibuja en las arenas y mueve mundos y destinos,
mientras el más humilde de sus egos reclama atención desenfadada
a la que atiendo y le ruego, me otorgue el pase al fin de las delicias.
¬°O musa, O musa!
Tu nombre es vislumbrado,
y por sabios fue celebrado,
desde las m√°s altas de las cimas
desde las más vírgenes colinas.
No hay fuego que queme el vientre,
tan potente como el tuyo.
No hay veneno m√°s cercano,
que el de la anestesia de tus manos,
que al corazón, con certera obsesión,
acarician y hacen ocasión para ahogarlo en sentimientos
alejados de este mundo y sus parcos pensamientos.
En la brisa te descifro, pues he sido iluminado entre círculos plateados
de fragancia franca y averiada por los pasos de irregular geometría,
unos que siguen y otros que guían, unos que lanzan
y otros que se guardan en rebelde armonía.
Así, caminamos por la playa,
y te sabes perdida y encontrada,
sabes que en mis labios est√° al final nuestra morada.
O en otra ocasión, sobre mi movimiento reposas
y miras al cielo color chocolate, que reina a tus ojos y a tus rosas.
Miras expectativa, sabiendo que pasar√° lo que tendr√° que pasar
y te pregunto la más inverosímil de las preguntas.
Sabes la respuesta, que no es hablada y la meces sin cesar
Y se cierra el cielo y el mundo. con nuestros respiros detenidos,
con nuestras manos juntas.
¬°O musa, O musa!
Tu nombre es vislumbrado,
y por mi es venerado,
desde las m√°s altas de las cimas
desde las m√°s a√Īoradas colinas.

-Suna

No comments

A nostalgia in Manga

October 26th, 2009 | Category: Uncategorized

Since the second week of my first quarter in Stanford, my routine has been established as work at the lab, work at home, sleep at home (I’m not sleeping at the lab…yet), and eating whatever is possible in the middle. Last week (or was it the week before? I loose track of time…), I bought the Final Fantasy Tactics for PSP. This is a game that I missed back when the PS one was still raging and have longed to play it ever since. However, due to my workload, I have not even opened it and will probably not be able to until the end of the quarter. Being videogames an activity that demands high focus and quite some time, I have traded their joy for the more quick and turn-a-page e-manga. Specifically, I have rediscovered my passion for manga in Onidere, not because of the deep character personalities with a post-apocalyptic measure of the post-modern archetypes of youth (such as Akira), or because the highly stylized and seductive artwork (like any Satoshi Urushihara manga), but because of the honesty of the romantic comedy and the total lack of rationality. I remembered why, back when I was 14, I became an anime addict when I watched Ranma 1/2 (speaking of which, a new OVA is going to come out next year, and the animation looks just like a Miyasaki movie…kudos to that). Truth be told, my vision of true love is mostly based on the (granted) simplistic nature of Ranma and Akane’s relationship. Reading Onidere was like returning to those years where seeing how a girl’s face could blush by simply thinking of his boy would make me smile.

I now have a Ranma-Akane relationship of my own (she doesn’t hit me with mallets…most of the time), and it’s heart-warming to know that I have someone who keeps blushing when she thinks about me. I guess life can be pretty anime-ish at times.

No comments

Once there was a way

October 07th, 2009 | Category: Uncategorized

Once there was a way to go back homeward…

Now the road is lost. Now the time is gone. All that is left is a future full of pale shadows,

To travel the far distances of places strange and foreign.

The certainty of it all beckons and gives way to the fear that has been building inside.

It is an expected outcome, a weight that must be carried, diligently and with a smile.

Love is dead. Long live Love!

2 comments

cast_spell(name=’resurrection’, self.blog)

February 23rd, 2009 | Category: Uncategorized

As time moves on, we forget about projects that add spice and flavor to our life. A blog is one of such projects and a great way to unwind and write some thoughts. This blog has been dead for a while,  and since I have a lvl 9 spell to spare I will proceed to revive it. I will write with force and constance, so stay tuned!

2 comments

Next Page »