Bitlife, part 2

– In which Dorn riffs on Lona’s recent “Bitlife” blog post.

I thought I’d take a break from parallel blog play, and try to continue (sort of) the theme of Bitlife that Lona’s post so elegantly contrasted with being In the Real World (IRL). Thinking about a game that simulates the Real World reminded me of a game we played as kids, one we invented for ourselves, which set that simulation on its head: we in the Real World simulated a board game. We had this huge pair of wooden dice and we decided our basement was a similarly expanded game board. We were the game pieces, and we had to scramble over the game “squares”: chairs, tables, boxes, TV sets. (I have no idea why we had those huge wooden dice. At the time I perhaps thought it was just de rigueur 1960’s home decor. They were probably made of Norwegian Wood.)

Playing the game (which we called “Game“) felt something like I imagine participating in a Human Chessboard feels, but our game was much simpler, maybe about equivalent in complexity to a Human Candyland. One had to move the required number of squares and race to the end. One couldn’t use the basement floor, not because it was forbidden or boiling lava or anything, but simply because, just like in the Candyland universe, moving game pieces outside the squares had no meaning.

(Human chessboards have been played on for centuries and can be found all over the world. The picture below from Wikipedia shows human chess at the World Bodypainting Festival in Pörtschach am Wörthersee, Austria.)

Photo by JIP – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=41470182

So we have board games that simulate being IRW (Hasbro’s classic Game of Life is an example), and IRW activities that simulate board games, like human chess and our Game. Bitlife is a computer app that simulates being IRW–I wondered if there were IRW activities that could simulate a computer app?

I thought of one almost immediately. Given that smart phones actually have an app that allows them to act as a telephone, maybe that old party game Telephone counts? But since Telephone actually predates computer apps (and computers, and maybe even telephones), that feels like a cheat. Instead, how about an IRW activity that simulates a simple digital adding machine?

I thought of a human digital adding machine “game”. I don’t know if I am inventing it myself. I have never heard of it, but that might just be because it’s no fun. It sounds awfully math-geeky, even to me. In a pathetic attempt to make it sound more fun, you could mentally replace the word “ball” where-ever I use it below with “bottle of beer”.

Human chess can be understood by learning the moves that chess pieces can make on a chess board, and then letting people take the places of the pieces and move by the same rules. My human digital adding machine can be understood (I hope) in the same way.

The humans playing Adding Machine all stand in a line. Each human might receive a ball during the game from another human. If a human ever receives a second ball, he or she must give one ball to the person to his or her left, and throw the other ball away.

Another human plays the adding machine User. He or she inputs the numbers to be added by handing out balls to the people playing the Adding Machine components. At the end of the process, the User gets the answer to the arithmetic problem by seeing by who is left holding a ball, and who is empty-handed.

Here is the machine that these humans are simulating. Marbles fall down tracks, and the humans (except the User) correspond to the little wobbly wooden switches that cause marbles to fall to the left (passed on to another switch/human) or to the right (thrown away). The wooden switches and humans each have a value, from right to left 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, etc., and the arithmetic performed is in binary, just like most computers. Watch this video to see the adding machine in action.

Can you imagine a line people standing in a row passing balls back and forth, and then the User checking to see what answer they came up with? Does it help to imagine them half-naked and covered in body paint?

This whole idea of an addition problem being solved by a group of people who don’t know what the problem is, and don’t even need to know how to add, or speak the language of the User, reminds me of a delightful conceit found in the Pulitzer prize-winning book Gödel Escher Bach by Douglas Hofstadter.

In the book, Hofstadter explores many wonderful and fantastical concepts, including conversations that are held with a sentient ant colony. The ants aren’t sentient, but the way they move and interact with each other reveals an overarching organization, and even intelligence. Here’s an excerpt (Aunt Hillary is the name of the ant colony). It’s long (as is the book), but if it grabs your imagination, give the book a try! Thanks!

Anteater: Silly fellow! That's not the way it happens. Ant colonies don't converse out loud, but in writing. You know how ants form trails leading them hither and thither?

Achilles: Oh, yes-usually straight through the kitchen sink and into my peach jam.

Anteater: Actually, some trails contain information in coded form. If you know the system, you can read what they're saying just like a book. 

Achilles: Remarkable. And can you communicate back to them? 

Anteater: Without any trouble at all. That's how Aunt Hillary and I have conversations for hours. I take a stick and draw trails in the moist ground, and watch the ants follow my trails. Presently, a new trail starts getting formed somewhere. I greatly enjoy watching trails develop. As they are forming, I anticipate how they will continue (and more often I am wrong than right). When the trail is completed, I know what Aunt Hillary is thinking, and I in turn make my reply.

Achilles: There must be some amazingly smart ants in that colony, I'll say that.

Anteater: I think you are still having some difficulty realizing the difference in levels here. Just as you would never confuse an individual tree with a forest, so here you must not take an ant for the colony. You see, all the ants in Aunt Hillary are as dumb as can be. They couldn't converse to save their little thoraxes!

Achilles: Well then, where does the ability to converse come from? It must reside somewhere inside the colony! I don't understand how the ants can all be unintelligent, if Aunt Hillary can entertain you for hours with witty banter.

Tortoise: It seems to me that the situation is not unlike the composition of a human brain out of neurons. Certainly no one would insist that individual brain cells have to be intelligent beings on their own, in order to explain the fact that a person can have an intelligent conversation.

– Dorn
6/26/19

Bitlife

Everytime I spend time with my grandkids I learn something about popular culture. Apparently the latest craze is a text only game called Bitlife. Bitlife is everything you do in real life (IRL) but it is compressed into about half an hour!

“I’m walking my dog”, says Julia. I already walked my dog this morning IRL, I’m thinking.

“I have six grandchildren,” she says. Hmmmm, IRL I only have five.

“Do you talk about your lives with your friends”, I ask.

“My friend had to kill her father because he was a pedaphile”, says Julia.

Yikes!

They are begging me to play but as a person of the third age I feel like it’s just IRL. Most of it seems to be ‘been there, done that’ territory (except for the pedaphile father!), but they find it fun. When they scream out that they are getting a car, I say, “I have a car”.  At first I thought that there was some altruism build into the game because I heard things like “I’m helping my grandson pay for college”, but then I hear Willow talk about having a life of crime next time she played so I’m not sure.

“I’m 104!!!”

Maybe there is something to it. Willow insists that I help her play out her life of crime next round so I will ‘improve our relationship’, as Bitlife calls it, by joining in. I hope nobody gets hurt!!!

Be brief!

– In which Dorn contemplates the virtues of blog brevity.

Maybe you’ve noticed that I often put headers on paragraphs in my blog posts. I used to do this with my work emails too. You might think this is evidence of how organized I am, but you’d be wrong–it’s an indication of how I can get so wordy that if I don’t introduce some kind of organization into my message, the whole meaning can get lost.

To counter the trend for my posts to get ever longer, today I’ll write about, and try to epitomize, the concept of using the fewest words to completely convey the message I want to send.

Message content, of course, is measured in C-units, short for communication units, according to Prof. Alfred Valdez of New Mexico University: “Communication units are defined as ‘an independent clause and its modifiers’. A communication unit is an utterance that cannot be further divided without the disappearance of its essential meaning…” *

You know what, please mentally strike that last paragraph. You can tell a communication unit when you see one, even if you don’t call it that. That will shorten this post by two paragraphs (counting this one)!

I learned to respect, if not practice, brevity from that old standby, Elements of Style by Strunk and White. I hope they are still using this in schools, it’s great. And very short–only 43 pages!

E. B. White is perhaps best known for Stuart Little and Charlotte’s Web. William Strunk isn’t better known for anything, to my knowledge. I include here a picture of the cover of Charlotte’s Web, so that when I link this to Facebook there will be a nice picture on display.

Book cover of Charlotte's Web

Strunk and White said of brevity,

Vigorous writing is concise. A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts. This requires not that the writer make all his sentences short, or that he avoid all detail and treat his subject only in outline, but that every word tell.

Please do not confuse Elements of Style with Chris Baker and Jacob Hansen’s book, Elements of F*cking Style, which addresses many of the same C-units of Strunk and White’s work, but also includes significant raunchy subtext (I’d be interested in figuring out how to measure the C-unit value of subtext).

I won’t repeat Mark Twain’s famous quip excusing the length of his writing, nor quote Cicero comparing overlong discourse to liquid overfilling the brainpan of one’s listener. I’ve already written more than I envisioned when my whole plan was to be pithy, so I’ll just say thanks!

-dorn
6/24/19

Landscape Painting at Marshall Hall

I have a lot of memories Piscataway Park’s Marshall Hall site, former site of an amusement park and Southern Maryland gambling mecca, and also the current site of burned out historical mansion. I remember going there as a child in the amusement park days and once accidently wandering into a slot machine building where no one under sixteen was allowed. My husband worked the toy helicopters there as a teenager so that may have been our real first meeting, although I don’t actually remember riding the toy helicopters. I liked the mini-roller coaster better. My son was married there in an outdoor winter wedding where it was only about 10 degrees F outside. My late mother-in-law was born there in a long-gone house where she remembered as a baby sleeping in a room with snow blowing in through the cracks in the siding. There are still old amusement park rides rusting in the woods. I got the chromium for my element collection from an old rusting truck where the chrome trim was practically the only thing left. I remember riding my bike down to the site in 1981, when the mansion caught fire, with baby Piri in the rear bike seat, arriving in time to watch it smolder.

There is now a rutted old dirt road remaining that winds past the Marshall family cemetery and really doesn’t go anywhere. At the end of this road, I painted the scene of some trees overlooking the Potomac.

Adios aminos

In which Dorn free associates on condiments and cleansers, rock musicals and the psychology of morality.

Coconut Liquid Aminos. How come in all my years I never came across Coconut Liquid Aminos? The fact that I know of it now is merest serendipity. Kathleen herself doesn’t know what whim prompted her to pick up a bottle of “Bragg Coconut Liquid Aminos” at the local deli with our olives and Italian sausage.

The first ingredient in Bragg Aminos (the nice lady on the Bragg customer service line told me it’s pronounced Ah-MEE-noze, named after amino acids), “organic coconut blossom nectar”, is intriguing–I thought only bees turned flower nectar into human food. But the “Coconut Secret” brand of coconut aminos says that theirs is made from coconut tree sap. Is that a different product? Sap and nectar are two completely different plant substances, at least according to the Lehigh Valley (PA) sports page. But from the Coconut Secret website, the process that collects the coconut plant liquid used in aminos seems to have elements of both sap and nectar extraction. So I don’t know.

Coconut Liquid Aminos is brown and slippery with a tangy, fermenty bouquet reminiscent of soy sauce, so I tried it on things one might put soy sauce on, like meat, and salad, and rice. It’s really good! It’s salty, but not as salty as soy sauce, and is sweeter, with light teriyaki notes. Pert, I would say, but not impertinent. And it’s gluten-free!

Paul Bragg. The information about the Bragg Healthy Lifestyle on the label and on their website is as interesting as the flavor. The product seems to be part of a health food dynastic family that stretches back, well, to the dawn of health food dynasties. It says Paul Bragg created the first health food store, introduced pineapple juice and tomato juice to America, and his message of health and fitness was credited with “getting women out of bloomers and into shorts, and men into bathing trunks”.

Jack LaLanne, a fitness guru from the fifties (sort of the Richard Simmons or, I don’t know, Jillian Michaels of his time) credits Paul Bragg with his success. He’s quoted as saying “Bragg saved my life at age 15 when I attended the Bragg Crusade in Oakland, California”.

The message laid out on the bottle and website is compelling, and sometimes a bit weird, being based partially on health theories that went out of vogue a half a century ago or more (like germs and viruses aren’t attacking you when you’re sick, they are scavenging the detritus left in your body after incomplete cleansing). Bragg’s healthy living promised a vital life to the ripe age of 120, a figure taken from Genesis 6:3. Paul Bragg himself died of a heart attack at age 81–but to be fair, my sources suggest that this may have been a complication following a surfing accident a few days before.

Dr Bonner. The blend of sciencey-sounding theory, humanist philosophy, religion and a bit of occult surrounding Bragg’s Coconut Liquid Aminos brought to mind a product I remember well from my youth: Dr Bonner’s “Magic” 18-in-1 Hemp Peppermint Pure-Castile Soap. The product is still available, and as near as I can tell, the message on this label hasn’t changed in the more than 50 years since I first saw it. The label spares a little space for required information like ingredients and a bar code (that must be new), but most is still devoted to the main message of “Dr Bonner’s Magic All-One-God-Faith”*.  

The “message” comes in the form of a hundred or so small mini-sermons squeezed onto the label, sometimes so abbreviated as to lose all sentence structure–but the spirit of the messages shines brightly through.

My hippy youth. Dr Bonner’s is known as “the soap of campers and hippies everywhere”. I can’t claim to be a hippy, but I certainly knew about them in my formative years–I was 10, and paying attention, during the “summer of love”. Our house had Dr Bonner’s soap on the shelf (in my parents’ defense, we were also avid campers), a Whole Earth Catalog on the coffee table, Foxfire Books on our bookcase, and an LP of the soundtrack to the musical Hair in our record cabinet.

(An “LP” is a non-digital music recording medium shaped rather like an oversized DVD, for those of you old enough to remember DVDs.) I remember some of the lyrics from Hair better than I remember passwords I composed today. One was called “My Conviction”, and I think it stuck as one of the building blocks of my adult philosophy of life:

I wish every mother and father in this theater
Would go home tonight and make a speech to their teenagers
And say kids be free, no guilt
Be whoever you are, do whatever you want to do
Just as long as you don't hurt anybody, right?
 
https://www.streetdirectory.com/lyricadvisor/song/pooeuo/my_conviction/

Do no harm. Interestingly (I sure hope!), I read a fascinating book recently about about “do no harm” as a basis of morality. The Righteous Mind by Jonathan Haidt proposed that all human morality includes do no harm as one of its very few standard building blocks, along with (2) be fair, (3) respect authority, (4) be loyal to one’s group, and (5) recognize and respect the sacred.

The book also theorized why liberals and conservatives can’t ever seem to agree: liberals (like me!) make their moral decisions relying heavily on the do no harm and fairness building blocks, and less so on the other blocks. Conservatives, he posited, make heavier use of the other three blocks, in addition to do no harm and fairness. Each side sees the other as not living up to moral standards, but really their standards are built to different specifications.

Science and politics. Jonathan Haidt has a related project I stumbled on: a website called the Heterodox Academy. On this site he posts research results addressing political bias by academic community in the way they treat research results. I think he might be right.

Try this little thought experiment about bias: read the following two sentences, and think about how you feel about the research that Jonathan Haidt is posting on the Heterodox Academy website:

  1. Jonathan Haidt, a politically liberal psychologist, posts research showing that academia is biased against conservative researchers and conservative research findings.
  2. Jonathan Haidt, a politically conservative psychologist, posts research showing that academia is biased against conservative researchers and conservative research findings.

The above sentences differ by only one word, and I don’t know which is true. Knowing nothing about Haidt’s research other than what was in the two sentences, did you feel differently about whether you would trust that research? If so, are you biased?

Someday I’d like to explore how I, and other scientists, ex-scientists, and non-scientists feel about science, alternative science, scientists, and scientism, but this post has dragged on even longer than the last one, so I’ll quit. Thanks!

-Dorn
6/22/19