Sophia the robot visited Vietnam today and VnExpress asked me to write an op-ed about what it means to be human. In the article, I mentioned the program that Andrej Karpathy wrote that generated Shakespeare-sounding text.
I didn’t think much of it until my editor texted me: “Is Andrej Karpathy human?”
I was like: “I guess.”
She was disappointed and took that example out of my article.
Co-terminal master’s degree is a unique Stanford’s program that allows Stanford undergraduates to stay on for an extra year to earn a master’s degree. You have to apply, but it’s a pretty easy and sweat-free process. Almost everyone I know who applied got in. I never knew about the history of the program until today, when I talked to Pat Langley.
A couple of weeks ago, a Boston-based startup called Knowmail approached me, asking me to write about Artificial Intelligence for them. Somebody wants to pay me to write about AI? Man, I would pay people to listen to me rant about AI. The company pretty much gives me free range to write about whatever I want. For the first post, I wrote about what I would want to see in the next generation of dating. I know that if this app was available, I would use it. The original article can be found here.
Imagine you are on the subway and your phone tells you: “At 2 o’clock is a girl you’d find very attractive — a 9, in fact, and she may consider you above average. According to your expressed interests, she has 90% chance of being the one.”
You turn towards 2 o’clock. At the same time, the girl’s phone notifies her with a similar message. She looks up. Your eyes meet. You both smile. Sparks flow like electricity through the sweat-dampened air. Your phone asks whether you would like to share your contact information with her, and you say yes. It’s a match! You have just met the love of your life on the subway with the help of artificial intelligence.
I have just found out about a website that totally changed the way I spend my free time. It’s called the Long Bets. We read about Long Bets while checking out the Interval, a retro, steampunk-ish, peculiar-looking place that claimed to be a “bar cafe museum”. As a side note, the Interval is such a pretty place that is definitely worth a visit.
I don’t know about you, but my friends and I have always been clueless about the number system people use to rate someone’s attractiveness. What it means when someone says: “that girl is an 8”? Tucker and I attempted to rate someone and found out that we had wildly different opinions. But is it true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Can we find a mathematical formula to express someone’s attractiveness?