(More, and Still More) Creative Commons Images of Hawaii

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Jellyfish on display at the Waikiki Aquarium.

Jellyfish on display at the Waikiki Aquarium.

Coral on display at the Waikiki Aquarium.

Coral on display at the Waikiki Aquarium.

Fish at the Waikiki Aquarium.

Fish at the Waikiki Aquarium.

Bubbles in a fish tank at the Waikiki Aquarium.

Bubbles in a fish tank at the Waikiki Aquarium.

A shark at the Waikiki Aquarium.

A shark at the Waikiki Aquarium.

The view from the windward side of H3.

The view from the windward side of H3.

Harry Winston at Ala Moana in Honolulu.

A mannequin in the window of Louis Vuitton at Ala Moana.

A mannequin in the window of Louis Vuitton at Ala Moana Mall, Honolulu.

Tree branches at Foster Botanical Gardens in Honolulu.

A banyon tree at Foster Botanical Gardens in Honolulu.

A banyon tree at Foster Botanical Gardens in Honolulu.

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More Machine Poems

For more information on what this is all about, see this post.

そ (‘so’)

Say it is right or wrong.

Purely it is right.

Say it is right or wrong.

Purely it is right.

Let it go

ぽ (‘po’)

Poppupanko

Besides, it is popular

There is a mileage in the midst of a milestone in the midst of a morning rain.

There is a mileage in the morning of the morning less than a milky woman’s pocket.

There is a mileage in the morning and there is no doubt that it will be pleasing.

Momentary inquiries and comments are made in the following items: Poppokoppokupokupokupokupokupokupokupokupokupokupokupokupokupappapopohoketsuporupupoketsuporupupokupoko popo

POP as a missing amount in the magazine.

もっと (more)

More and still more, yet more, still more, still more and more, still more, still more, more particularly, still more even more

More and more, still more, still more, yet more, still more, yet more, still more, still more, more still more, more still more still more very yet, still more yet more yet more yet more yet more far more still more

still more even more still more still more still more still more still more still more still more still more still more still more still more still more

かち (value)

Crack-tickle

It is luxurious and ludicrous

Lovingly loud and hugely lively and ludicrostack

Lovingly luxuriously shreding

It’s lonely tough but it is a lucky shit

Make a luck break / a break / a break / a break / a break / a break / a lump / a break

Make a Butterfly Butt

Bust a Butt Bust a Big Butter Bust a Butter Bust a Butter Bust a Butter Bust a Butter Bust a Butter Bust a Big Butter a Bust a Bust a Big

Learn from a laptop

Make a break

Learn from a crowd

Tick-tock tick-tock

Make a lucky shit

I do not know what I’m talking about

えか (flavor)

Do you have to replace it?

It may be necessary to replace it and / or to change it and / or / / to change / / / / / / / / to go back and /

/ / / / / / / / change / change / / / / /

You may have to use a different one to change it, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s changing, it’s alright –

Take a return of yourself

it will have to be changed, and it will not change, it will not change, it’s altered, it’s altered

You may have to replace it and / or change it instead / / / / / / / change / change / / / / / / / you / / / / / / you have to change / change / / / / / / / you change / / / /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////.

Okei Computer

Mark Liberman’s post on recursive neural network poetry inspired me to make some poetry of my own. The following are “recursively induced hallucinations” created when you repeatedly enter the same 1-3 characters into a machine translator like Google Translate. Some languages, like Japanese, Korean, and Hebrew, work very well for this; others, like English and Hawaiian, don’t.

Lorca this ain’t, but these poems do have a bricolage-esque charm. Many of the poems sound a little like Radiohead lyrics, which led me to calling these “Okei Computer” poems.

ごじ (misprint)

ごじ repeated 30+ times (with an errant こ in there that I added out of boredom) yielded this encouraging suggestion:

Take a nice tiger day full of fish. Enjoy your warmth, gorgeousness

Repeated 90 times, the result is:

Good luck juggling fireproof gigantic-scissors

Take a nice day tiger full of fish. Take a nice day tiger full of fish.

POWERFOLDERINGLAND TASTOOGOOGLE

Less is more with a lot of these recursion poems. Here’s the result I got after 445 repetitions of ごじ:

Take a nice day tiger full of fish.

Take a nice day tiger full of fish.

Take a nice day tiger full of fish.

Take care of yourself for a long time and more, and it will be grateful. Take a nice day tiger full of fish. Take care of yourself and awaited jumps and gloves.

Toshigamago Tamagotago Trolling

Take a nice day tiger full of fish.

Take a nice day tiger full of fish.

Take care of yourself and awaited jejoshigamigoto fireworks

Take care of a lot of nice thumbs and godii drifts.

Take a nice day tiger full of fish.

Take a nice day god blot.

Taiwara roaring god …

Take a peek at you and yourself, sorry about the blistering sky.

じ じ じ じ じ じ じ じ じ じ じ じ じ ね

Take a nice day tiger full of fish.

Take care of yourself for the nice day and long luck.

Take a nice day tiger full of fish.

Hoshigo Taisamago Tsiragoji

“God blot” and “blistering sky” are nice touches, but the rest is a bit dull. I have no idea where that ね character came from. Not the original text!

かみ (God, spirit)

かみ recursion reads like Harry Crosby by way of a zen monastery:

Bodily Kamikami

Human Body Human Body Human Body Human Body Human Body Human Body Human Body Human Body

Treatment Knick Bending Knick

Bending Knocking Body Hold Knocking Bite God

Knakwhe ripples

Kamikami Kamikami Treble Knick bite

Kemonoma Kamikami Treating Evaspace

Knicking Knicking Knicking

Knicking Knicking Knicking Knicking Knicking Knocking Knaming

Longer sets mean more of the same: “Knick Bending Knick Bending Knocking Body Hold Knocking Bite God Knok god Komigon Kamikre Kamikre Treble Holds it Bodily Kamikami Human Body Human Body Human Body Human Body…”

Is this a koan for MMA fighters or the DYEL set? Maybe it’s the inner monologue of narcissists who see themselves, and by extension their bodies, as God-like? Probably not!

いけ (pond)

いけ recursions: “Beautiful woman soup” (10 repetitions), “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry” (25), and this dirty-minded poem (50):

Sexual dream nnessality

Senseist Adeleto Assistant

Living Pubic Hair

Dream Sex Action

Yes Yes Seminate Senseism

Looks safe

Miles better than “Sex Junk” (which isn’t saying much). I’d like to know what “Senseism” is though. A devotion to sensual pleasures? The latest academic craze? A get-off-the-internet movement? (I could get behind that.) How about all of the above?

ださ

And here’s my favorite okei computer poem, based on several different ださ recursions:

Today I’m getting out of trouble.

I’m sorry for bleeding for you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Please be on the way, please do not hesitate to us, please do not be afraid of anything, please do not hesitate to call us for anything we have done.

Please do not bleed it please it will get out of my mind.

Please do not be afraid. Please do not be afraid of me.

I’m sorry I got out

I’ve gotten out

For now I’m getting out of trouble.

Please do not hesitate to ask me, please do not hesitate let me know I’m sorry for anything

I’m sorry for bleeding out.

Please do it. It will get out of hand and it will be awaited in a moment and it will be awaited in dreams.

It’s been awaited for a long and wonderful tide.

I am ashamed.

ださい means “please” so it’s not surprising you see lots of “pleases” in the translated text. I wonder where the references to bleeding and trouble come from, I can’t find words with equivalent meanings that include ださ or さだ. Maybe I’m not looking hard enough.

There you have it. No need to actually learn Japanese, memorize (and forget, and re-memorize) Kanji, wrestle with conjunctions, or practice reading, speaking and listening to the language. Instead, just go up to the nearest robot (or artificial neural network) and say the same phonemes over and over again. With luck you’ll be directed to a dream sex action, a beautiful woman soup, or a blistering sky.

Creative Commons Images of Hawaii

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Lanikai Beach in Kailua at twilight

Lanikai Beach, Kailua Hawaii

Lanikai Beach at noon.

Lanikai Beach, Kailua Hawaii

Shot of Lanikai looking towards the Marine Corps base.

Lanikai Beach, Kailua Hawaii

Foster Botanical Gardens, Honolulu

Foster Botanical Gardens, Honolulu

A banyon tree.

Foster Botanical Gardens, Honolulu

Foster Botanical Gardens, Honolulu

Marcy and Eloise

I’ve written a short story (under a “pen name,” Eliza Montgomery) called Marcy and Eloise. It’s available on Amazon for $0.99 or for free if you have Kindle Unlimited.

The story follows a few hours in the lives of two women who’ve taken very different paths through life––paths not necessarily of their own choosing. Each woman has to come to terms with her own trauma and past, whether she wants to or not.

You can buy Marcy and Eloise here.

The Right Side of History

Joh Fredersen threw a glance at the clock. But the hands of the giantess stood at an impossible time. – Thea von Harbou, Metropolis

During an earthquake, the ground sometimes moves like a wave. People who see this sometimes freeze up or collapse, because it violates everything they take for granted about the physical universe.

I think of that image––the earth undulating underfoot––when I think of the phrase “right side of history.” Until this Tuesday, the phrase “right side of history” evoked an image of a rising tide of progress. Things were going to get better and better, i.e. more and more inclusive, tolerant and enlightened, barring a few minor hiccups along the way. Entrenched hatreds, isms and phobias were on their way out––it was a matter of “waiting for people to die” so the brave new world could begin.

If progressives and progressive beliefs are on the “right side of history,” then there is no need to even understand non-progressive or anti-progressive viewpoints. The one true faith is ascendant, as certain as the sunrise.

The collapse of this certainty must have contributed to the extreme emotional lability that followed Trump’s victory. Trump couldn’t win because he was a racist demagogue, and racist demagoguery belongs firmly in the past. And yet he did win, violating a deeply-held belief about the world. The enemy triumphed, not in one skirmish, but in a major battle. The belief that the war was already won evaporated, leaving doubt and pain.

It’s not even a matter of “waiting for people to die” anymore––Trump won white millennials by five points, after all––and Trump’s better-than-expected performance with women and minorities left many people reeling. The narrative collapsed. The bigots won. The right side of history rolled over. Now what?

“Now we fight,” says the progressive left. Enter guides to contacting your representatives, volunteering, protesting, getting ready for the 2018 midterm elections, et cetera. But one can’t miss the despair undergirding this new frenetic activity. Republicans now dominate the executive and legislative branches of government, and are expected to dominate the judicial branch (Supreme Court) by the end of next year. More state governors are Republicans than not. At present it doesn’t seem like progressive anger is canalized effectively (“back to cheerful and seething and not getting a whole lot of shit done”), and many people are still too emotional over the results to do much.

The reactions to Trump’s victory have been incredible, literally––peruse this thread for some amazing examples of election-related grief. Many people have reacted to his victory as if they’ve survived a traumatic event, as if a close family member died. Some examples:

I’m giving serious thought to leaving teaching because I can’t figure out how to have no hope and still teach without it being a betrayal of my students. I had faith in humanity,mi [sic] had hope things would turn out right, I was even the person trying to calm down others who were starting to panic, telling them it would all be okay…

I was wrong. I was so wrong about America that I doubt my ability to be right. I feel as if, to paraphrase Sherlock, the very heart of me has been burned out, and it’s just empty and pain inside. I’m not drinking, because alcohol and depression aren’t a good mix. – Ghidorah

 

I woke up this morning hoping that last night was all just a nightmare. Loading up news sites and seeing what happened… someone else said it on the blue; the last time I felt that way was on 9/11. The shock, the disbelief that this was happening in front of me, wandering around in a daze all day. I don’t know what to do. – indubitable

 

My beard was saturated with blood, and my shirt was soaked all the way around the collar. I spat out dark blood, feeling around my mouth until I found where I’d bitten a gash into my tongue in my sleep out of tension, then washed myself up, balled up the t-shirt in a sink full of cold water to soak out the blood, and immediately retreated to the comfy chair in my living room…

I felt angry, and scared, with my heart pounding in my chest and in my ears, almost loud enough to drown out the music I picked out specifically because it always brings me home…and it was not bringing me home. – sonascope

 

I have to believe it isn’t literally the end of the world, or I can’t pull myself out of bed, and I have a three-week-old child, so I have to get out of bed. But honestly, I feel like I’m pulling that belief entirely out of thin air and delusion for the sake of the baby. – Rush-That-Speaks

Let’s say Ted Cruz won the Presidency. Would his electoral victory provoke a similar level of despair? I don’t think so. Cruz is a paint-by-numbers conservative, easy to understand and outflank. A Cruz victory would be upsetting, but not shattering.

Trump, on the other hand, is uniquely impervious to public shaming, and seems to remain popular despite (or because of) his rejection of mainstream (let alone progressive) political norms. He advocates positions that no “decent” person would advocate––and yet he won.

Whither decency, if the most powerful man on earth rejects the ideas and values that progressives hold dear? And if there is no “right side of history,” just “history,” then how will the (largely irreligious and low-tfr) progressives keep faith that their worldview will survive?

Although I’m not exactly sure why so many people believe that progressive ideas will be on the right side of history. Almost everyone I know personally who says “right side of history” is childless. If they do have children, they have two at the most. Which isn’t to say that the Amish, Ultra-Orthodox Jews, conservative Muslims, or Laestadians have an enormous influence on the culture…but how can you be on the right side of history when your fertility rate starts with a decimal point?

I’ll be interested to see how this drama unfolds in the upcoming weeks. I suspect that there will be two distinct movements on the far left: one that calls for empathy and understanding of Trump voters, and another that rejects this in favor of confronting and aggressively out-grouping them.

Donald Trump photograph by Gage Skidmore, CC-BY-SA 2.0.