Ravit's Blog

 I have made my blog theme pink. We shall see how that goes. Hmm, yes. Not much more to say here. I finished rereading To Kill a Mockingbird yesterday. I found the novel quite entertaining. I have been learning about neural network pruning lately. Turns out you can remove the majority (majority!!) of the weights in a network and actually improve the accuracy. That is some weird stuff. Deep learning feels like an empirical technology that has not been fully comprehended by the scientific community. I mean, yeah, they understand part by part how each operator comes together to make a computational graph, how loss functions are created, and how optimizers fine tune the loss function, but all higher function is God's doing. I am confident that no one on this earth fully understands how the 100+ million parameters in a GAN come together to turn a horse into a Zebra. It feels as though the human race has been gifted the magical power of deep learning by some divine power. But our mind i...

Ah, yes. The writer, his keyboard, and a functional screen. In the same room. The writer has made time to write. Right now, the writer is writing, but this is not always the case. He ponders upon his vocabulary before writing, so as to appear erudite. Anyhow, the inclusion of diverse vocabulary in his writing is permissible, so long as such words are used appropriately in context. The writer does not know what to write about. He suspects that he may have even forgotten how to write. But nonetheless, he sits down before the computer to write, not out of compulsion, but rather due to an inexplicable desire for expression and his association of the act of typing with the return of satisfaction. The writer has no expectations to live up to, so long as he is writing on this blog, for his own writing pleasure. He pauses to reflect how unfair the world is, in the sense that out of all the individuals in the world, with distinct personality types, affinities, and propensities to various occupa...

I walk through a forest. I do. I don't? Shall I not? Am I already walking? Since I am walking can I choose to walk? No, that would be nonsense. Time only goes in one direction, right? Right? "Right?" I scream. No response. God has not answered my call. God is playing a video game and I am the main character. I am the Mario of this universe. I bathe in a feeling of unparalleled bliss. As my walk comes to a close I settle under a large oak tree, I wonder when I even learned what an oak tree is. I ponder whether I even know what an oak tree is. Maybe I don't know actually what an oak tree is. My mind sometimes bestows upon me the most wonderful gifts of all. I would pick the utter thrill and fantasy of indulging in a vision of flight above the best chocolate in the world. But what saddens me most about this unbridled indulgence in imagination is the fact that I choose to write my darn posts so close to 10pm. I wish I could prolong my meditative relaxation, but my interne...