A (Photographic) Day in the Life

The Day is gone and I have a tale to tell, of a three day weekend from a week of hell!


Like any good morning it started with seeing Sasha through fresh eyes as we both woke up early to jump start the day.

Of course there is no better way to kick start one's day than with a nice big breakfast at Sunny's Diner.

Once I had ate my fair share of delicious dark rye toast, over hard eggs with hot sauce and sausage, I made my way to my task for the day: Psychology lab studies. Yes my friend, I was selling myself for 6.5 hours that day for $100 and pizza so that the people at the big blue building in the sky could pick my brain and collect their data. I really should have been working, but $100 and free pizza was hard to dismiss.

I was running late for the "prompt 10am start" of the study, but I had to pause and enjoy the sight of the Stata and its crumpled colorful glory.

Oh Stata! What will your slanted confusion deliver us?! What genius lurks in your fantastic folds?!

Alas! My moment of genuflection had gone on too long. I entered the mouth of Stata's baby brother across the way: Building 46.

Once inside the monster's mouth, I was grabbed by men in white coats and subjected to horrors untellable to any decent person. Transcribing minute sound clips into their phonetic spellings for nearly 5 hours is enough for any man to lose his mind, but I am an MIT student! And with my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Powers I foiled my assailants and took pleasure in the painstaking detail of my task! Take that you formidable foes of psychoacoustics! Now where's my $100?

"That'll be sent to you in the next 4 to 6 weeks."

Damn you bureaucracy and your molasses-like speed and methods! I'll get you one day!

Finally released from my captors with a few extra pieces attached and some other ones missing, I paused to contemplate Frank Gehry's own obvious product of hallucination and I began to wonder what Ken Kesey government funded psychiatric hospital he frequented to pay his way through grad school.

But wait! Before I bade goodbye to the building in the sky I had to document my surroundings. They say this atrium was designed to promote interaction of psychologists, cognitive scientists, and neuroscientists. As you can see, it was very popular on this Sunday afternoon.

Approaching the windows to the left, I gazed out over the train tracks that split the building in two. Everyone thought it was such a clever idea to build over the train tracks. That's right! Don't box me in! I'll build whatever I want, wherever I want! Now I hear that the rumbling of the passing trains is trashing the results of the very delicate MRI equipment located in some of the labs here. Oh well...

Good bye great atrium! I wish you Godspeed in your facilitation of interaction in the Revolution of Brain and Cognitive Science sure to come!

On my way out I caught a glance of the main sign warning off invaders. I thought the piece of art to the right was telling: "Welcome to the Brain and Cognitive Sciences Department, If you have loose wires in your head, you've found the right place!"

The study's effects were wearing on me. I had to make a quick duck through MIT to find coffee. Time was running out! I needed caffeine!!!!

Damn it! Something interesting was on a light post as I attempted to rush by in the pursuit of that dark liqueur of life. Chromosome Two?!?! Ahhh... The Genome Trail! Like its own Oregon Trail, there is gold in these rivers of biotechnology waiting to be panned. Let's all rush to the frontier!

After locating an Au Bon Pain and injecting iced coffee directly into my veins, I sat in the afterglow of the moment, admiring the sunny dance of colors in Cambridge's Kendall Square.

Now that I was rejuvenated I could explore! Wandering towards Boston-side, I happened upon an old friend of mine named "Galaxy". Ah, the wonderful conversations I've had by this fountain! Thank you fountain, but I must be on my way!

I began to cross Longfellow bridge in eager anticipation of the wonderful sights in the middle of its mighty span. Rusted green decor of European persuasion, guide me to your center!

The sights are too beautiful and too numerous. I must take pictures! Boats! Water! Boston! How I love thee!

I kept snapping photo upon photo. Aha! Take that world, as I steal your beauty with my lens! I continued to rush to the center of the bridge and finally framed what was to be the photo of the day. "Change Battery Pack" greeted me on the large LCD and I started to cry. Damn you Lithium Ion batteries! If only I had brought my battery grip! Sigh...

I quickly counseled myself, because I knew I had friends waiting for me at home (and new batteries). Hello Emerson dear! Good Evening, Hatcher Honey! Did the toilet paper keep you warm while I was gone? Hatcher, did you drink the rest of my coke?!?

The sun was setting and I decided that my camera could capture drapery better than I could draw.

Oh glorious, industrial Cambridge! Your sunsets mock the apocalyptic skies of Hiroshima!

If only your crime rate weren't so high and your construction so loud...

My day was done and bed awaited my tired body and probed mind. But before I embarked on that evening's study of oneirology (the study of dreams), I had to prepare for my night with a little bedtime story. I began to read immediately "Once upon a time there was a CW complex that...", but my eyes became heavy and there was no more story to tell of the three day weekend from a week of hell.

First Day Rebel

My Digital SLR the Canon Rebel XTi came finally! I really feel like the power in my hands outstretches my capability. But I look forward to learning! Check out my first day highlights. They are largely full auto, but I look forward to playing with the full features very soon!

Emerson and the American Transcedentalist

As part of my coursework in 21W.775 (Writing about Nature and Environmental Issues), we've started reading Ralph Waldo Emerson's first serious work "Nature." Upon reading the first half, I'm completely blown away at the ideas that Emerson was turned onto way back in 1836. I quote:

"Whenever a true theory appears, it will be its own evidence. Its test is, that it will explain all phenomena" (P. 3)

ALL PHENOMENA?!?!?!?

So maybe he's reaching a little bit there, and really can't hope for such lofty goals. Does Emerson tuck his tail between his legs and step down a few layers of transcendental abstraction? Hardly...

"Standing on the bare ground -- my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God." (p. 6)

I became a transparent eyeball... At this point of reading the essay, I was expecting Allen Ginsburg and Ram Dass to come skipping over the hillsides to join Emerson, chanting "Hare Krishna, Hare, Hare..." while The Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane are helping Thoreau outfit his cabin with the latest and greatest stroboscopic lights and audio feedback effects.

But seriously, Emerson seems totally turned onto a whole way of thinking, that seems culturally disconnected from him. At times his musings seem almost painfully and obviously Buddhist in nature.

"Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour and is not reminded of the flux of all things?" (p. 14)

The answer, Emerson buddy pal, is pretty much the majority of Western Civilization isn't reminded of the impermanence of all things. At times when reading Emerson, I find it hard to believe that this is a guy in Massachusetts and not some ambitious American monk taking up sanctuary in a Tibetan monastery.

The number of jewels of insight that Emerson packs into this sub 40 page essay truly is remarkable. I leave you with these few morsels, because otherwise I'd be quoting verbatim the entire work. The number of ideas that Emerson and his Transcendental Club seem tuned into a full 130 years before the counter-culture movement of the 1960s is suggestive that there is a rich tradition to be explored here. That sense of longing that so many of us Western spiritual children of the East have by being misplaced physically in this wide world is quelled when we find a great grandfather of American literature spiritually and physically close to home.

Royksopp - "Remind Me"

So this music video has infected my brain.

Sometimes I really hate being the victim of internet memes, but then again our internet has enabled small jewels of high quality to become easily identified and popularized. It makes me wonder how this has impacted business and the ability for the "little guy" just to speak out.

The advent and use of the internet has also enabled things like this blog to actually come to life. I had thought several years ago that it would be nice for there to just be an open online forum for discussion for my family and friends to post on and read each other's thoughts. This could offer glimpses into each of our own personal worlds and thus we can get to know each other in ways that normally wouldn't have been possible. Normal interaction has its pluses: Visual eye contact, body language, tone, mood, etc. Whole worlds of emotions are hidden in the text-based communication of the online world, and often this leads to misunderstanding, i.e. flamewars. However, that degree of impersonality and chance to actually just write for whoever wants to read, in many ways allows your loved ones to observe you externally.

I'd like to dub this the "Relationship-Schrodinger's-Cat-in-a-box" paradox. When we interact with people in a face-to-face manner, we learn to exaggerate certain aspects of our selves and suppress others. We cultivate separate images of ourselves for separate friends and groups of friends. Pretty much everyone does this. When guys are out to a pub with just the guys we can almost become more crude then we'd like to think of ourselves normally. Machismo and all those little bits of our person-hood come rushing to the surface. In new social situations, some of us dry up waiting for someone else to crack the ice, or some of us become the group jester, to help break the awkward silence. The bottom line is that we have these constants, these eigenstates of personality that certain people always observe us in.

The fascination that I have with my blogging experience is that there is this rare opportunity for different people to tune in and look inside this box of personality you've created. Weird things happen. Your parents can see you in a superposition of personalities which are both known and unknown. Certain friends can observe you talking about things which you may have never normally discussed with them. In some ways this may create stress, stress to keep your personal eigenstates separate for separate people, but I welcome the superposition. May it be insightful for everyone!

Structure and Geometry Govern Interaction

After the long awaited reunion with my good friend Matt, I was truly amazed to hear the changes in thinking and creative ideas he's explored in the last year.

The one idea which I want to highlight is how space affects people's interactions and their political, economic, and social tendencies. The main thrust of the argument is that in large city design where there is a high degree of connectivity and interaction between people, the favored way of political thinking is liberal not by self-selection and income bracket, but rather interaction with people makes liberal people. Suburbs and sections of sprawl, where everyone has to drive everywhere, and little or no interaction with other people actually occurs, tends to promote conservative thinking.

The thrust of Matt's argument comes from using Orange County as a case study of intentional urban planning of conservatism. As you may or may not know (wiki it), Orange County is a very conservative section of California that routinely votes Republican. Apparently in the 60s or 70s, there was a pushing front of liberal culture in all the areas surrounding Orange County. In an effort to rebuff their influence, city planners actually designed large sections of Orange County to have classic suburban sprawl as a design, where interconnectivity and the chance for encountering other people is intentionally low. In doing so, the structure of the space of Orange County has created a safe haven and virtual breeding ground for conservative thinking. Although I haven't found specific evidence for this claim, I've heard it said that actual minutes of the meetings of the city planners captures this intention to design cities to be conservative.

This idea I find completely striking. It is not the case of classism, where the rich are more conservative and thus live in large suburban mansions with their personal golf course in the back yard, but rather that well-off people are being conditioned into conservative ideals by their lack of interaction with people. This idea makes sense, as there are tons of wealthy people living in cities (Who else can live in those million dollar brownstones in Boston?) but they happen to be more liberal in tendency.

The Congress for the New Urbanism documents these ideas much better then I'm doing here. Their Charter, makes some interesting points and does a better job of fleshing out the complexity of the issues involved. In addition to the political tendencies that cities engender, by optimizing already developed areas, we can reduce our impact on the environment. This has been already realized by many European cities in the form of Green Belt Policies. I was amazed at how Europe has 10 times the population density of the US and yet there is so much green area. I spread these memes in passing, and turn again to some of my own thoughts.

Matt and I have been considering how this "space affecting interaction affecting people" idea is manifest on even the smaller level of living communities at MIT. In particular it seems striking to me that the reason why East Campus is particularly liberal is not because some how a large group of liberal, progressive, hippy MIT undergrads managed to get lotteried into the dorm and the culture just snowballed, but rather the actual architecture of the dorm has created such an environment. In particular the long connected hallways provides immediate line-of-sight to anyone who might else be out in the hall hanging out. Seeing people milling outside their room provides a nucleation site for interaction and suddenly people are talking and socializing and sharing ideas and expanding each other's minds. This is to be contrasted with Simmons, which has each long floor divided arbitrarily into towers so that in order to get from point A to point B, one has to really do some work in navigating different floors quickly so that one can get inside one's room and hunker down for the night. The only chance for interaction is maybe the elevators, which is often stifling, awkward, non-committal and brief. In fact it is interesting how each of the major MIT dormitories has an architecture which is conducive to the type of people which live there. Granted there is a process of selection on the part of the student, but for formation of these cultures they really are governed by the structure of the space.

This brings me nicely to one of my favorite living groups to visit, tEp. As Matt correctly points out the structure of the spaces for interaction in tEp really are conducive to certain activities and sometimes the disorientation caused by the frequent, bizarre happenings, is just what is needed to stretching ones consciousness and tolerance.

The effect now seems pretty self-evident. Interaction with people on a frequent basis, implies a wider exposure to opinion, culture, beliefs, and backgrounds. The necessity of sharing a common space and living area encourages tolerance in all of these dimensions. Tolerance often is the seed to open-thinking about various subjects and policies and consequently, dis-attachment from dogma, conservative values and general narrow thinking.

Of course an already existent inclination towards liberal thinking, has also promoted the growth of communes, but it is interesting to see the causality go the other way.

Math and Physics, Again....

My Philosophy of Quantum Mechanics class (24.111) is making me think of things again, which I learned to give up thinking about. It's this whole issue of taking as postulates that which we observe and then figuring out the mathematics from that.

I mean, this really bothers me and in a lot of ways, instead of sympathizing with the physicist, I've become more hard-lined as a mathematician. I often find myself asking the question "Why are the eigenvectors and eigenvalues of a certain operator the only possibly observed states?" Often the response from my physicist friends is "That's just a question you don't ask in Quantum Mechanics." So that response, really bothers me. The second someone says "You can't ask that question," when apparently the question is well-formed, that is a quick line to raising my ire.

The other response I often get is "That's the way things have to be so that we can accurately model the observed data." This I suppose is what gets at the heart of the difference of the mathematician and the physicist. One views the sense-data as the starting point for inferential reasoning, the other only starts with well-defined things and checks periodically (or doesn't check at all) if it happens to match sense-data. It really is the ultimate clash between the bottom-up versus top-down approach, and which direction you prefer to go ultimately determines which camp you belong to. For me, sense-data stresses me out. It's confusing. You have to average things, because systems are often so complicated and have so many confounding variables, that you have to ignore the non-linearities of pretty much everything before you can actually say something about the "real world." By then, you're not talking about the real world, you're talking about some idealization of the real world which exists in platonic space and by then you should be doing mathematics and just burn the bridge that supposedly connects you to the real world.

Additionally, I'm a philosopher. I was fed skepticism for breakfast ever since I was a child. I'll never forget auditing my Dad's Philosophy 101 class at James Madison University when I was in middle school and first learning about Descartes and his meditations. The rational skepticism and inability to tell sleeping states from waking states fundamentally shook my faith in sense-data. Sure the electrons always split into "spin-up" and "spin-down" states when past through an inhomogeneous magnetic field, but I could just be dreaming and then what? I think always having that uncertainty that I might devote my life to understanding and explaining sense-data and then wake up into a parallel universe, where I find out my entire life was just some strange dream in some strange universe with strange physics, really undermines the feeling of value and worth in taking that path as a profession.

This brings me to the path which I have taken: the top-down approach. With this approach, at the end of the day, you really don't care too much if the structures you've built match what is "out there" because they're your structures and they are intrinsically beautiful,
independent of their relevance to the "outside world."

However you should do what you enjoy the most. If you are actively squirting dopamine and serotonin by thinking about the path of a charged, spinning particle, passing through an inhomogeneous magnetic field, great. More power to you. When you die or wake up into that alternate universe, and find out that everything is different from what you thought it won't matter, because you enjoyed your life, and that is all that matters. So find out what you like and if its not math or physics, its bound to be something else, and if it is washing dishes so that you can spend your evenings partying like a rockstar, that's cool too. If its raising funds to feed hungry babies in Africa, that's also great. As long as your dopamine levels are high and this very moment you are glad to be experience something rather than nothing, you're living the good life. I realize the logic is backwards, but if I could've convinced myself that physics is worth doing, then I would enjoy doing it and would be happy devoting my life to it even it turned out to be a farce. Instead, my skepticism about the meaning of my activities, has led me to take a different path, but I'm enjoying the path and the sights it has to show me are truly breathtaking.

However the things which really bug me is when our beautiful mathematical structures do find their place in the "real world." It makes you wonder if this is the case because our mathematics shapes the way we can think about things, and thus the bias lies in the observer and not the observed, or it could be there is some weird underlying fabric of reality that is mathematical and does reside in some Platonic world of ideas, and our eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and tongue are just the biological interface for this digital graphing of mathematics into our minds.

So I'm left with a goal: To master all the mathematics in Roger Penrose's The Road to Reality and see if really does lead me there. The journey will certainly take a while, but I'm up for the ride.

Still Breathing...

So the term is underway and I seem to be managing everything OK. Although Prof. Melrose is a fantastic lecturer, I'm dropping 18.102. Funky Analysis will have to wait its turn. This was inspired by my decision to register for, and do the problem sets for 18.905 (Graduate Level Algebraic Topology). This has made life interesting and honestly it is my most interesting and stimulating class. So I'm taking 6 classes for credit, which is something I've never done before. I might actually make it through the semester, studying for GREs and applying to grad schools alive.

To be perfectly fair, my schedule isn't that crazy, as I'm doing a double dose of Algebraic Topology (18.904 & 18.905), and having the overlap makes me feel like I'm really just working on one really intense class instead of two. Furthermore, all my lecturers are really good and 18.701 (Abstract Algebra I) and 18.101 (Analysis on Manifolds) are welcome review of my Cambridge courses last year. This is a nice change of pace as I feel like doing an intense year of Cambridge maths, puts me on the giving rather than the receiving end of MIT.

21W.775 (Writing about Nature and the Environment) is proving to be a lot of reading and writing, but man, it is hard to complain when the assignments are naturalist essays like the work of Lewis Thomas. Reading for this class has really proved itself to be a nice break rather than another assignment. I guess it just replaces my leisure reading for the semester, but who can complain? It still amazes me that for some people this stuff IS their major and for them it IS WORK. I suppose this really feeds into the philosophy of education, but when I find myself procrastinating by reading Dante, I imagine what my academic life would be like if my work consisted of just reading and appreciating fine literature. Phew!

I don't mean to sound arrogant. Often classics programs at universities are ridiculously difficult just by design. Instead of spending hours thinking and doing mathematics, some people toil away picking out tone and mood changes in a 200 page book of poems every night. Let's be honest, universities like Cambridge, Oxford, Harvard, MIT, and so on, could make basket-weaving the most difficult and intense course you've ever taken. It really makes one wonder: To what end?

This brings me to an interesting editorial I recently read in The Tech. It argues simply that life is hard and MIT is purposely difficult to help prepare you for life. I suppose that I'd forgotten about how getting knocked down to just get up again "helps build good character." On a humorous note, I laughed at the observation, of how only at MIT can you get into a fully packed elevator and yet everyone manages to avoid eye contact. I suppose the MIT's #3 ranking for "best undergraduate experience" was well earned the year I applied for admission.

Well, I'm out of breath and a whole world of dreams awaits my slumber.

Fall 2007 Course Selection

Alright! Enough! Here it is: My Fall Course Selection.

For Credit:
18.101 - Analysis on Manifolds
18.701 - Algebra I
18.904 - Seminar in Topology
24.111 - Philosophy of Quantum Mechanics
21W.775 - Writing about Nature and Environmental Issues

For Listening Fun:
18.102 - Introduction to Functional Analysis
18.905 - Algebraic Topology

Classification Theorem for Compact Surfaces

So this was actually the "Theorem of the Day" about a month ago, but allow me my delayed public display of math wanking. Get use to it, because at Cambridge I was surrounded with mathematicians and these urges were often released in more...err...natural, consensual ways. Now back on the other side of the puddle, surrounded by engineers, I have to release my math juices all over this wonderful interweb. Taken from W.S. Massey's Algebraic Topology: An Introduction (GTM 56). Only a taste of things to come in 18.904 - Seminar in Topology.

Theorem 5.1 Any compact surface is either homeomorphic to a sphere, or to a connected sum of tori, or to a connected sum of projective planes.

Ahh Man... So pretty. Spend some time in projective space and you might never want to come back to your drab everyday world.

Quantum Mechanics and Experience

One of the classes I'll be taking this semester is 24.111 - Philosophy of Quantum Mechanics. Today I just bought the required text, Quantum Mechanics and Experience by David Z. Albert. The book looks pretty good, with a solid layman introduction to the foundational principles of quantum mechanics.

My dance with Quantum Mechanics (QM) has been a really interesting one. Prior to my coursework this past year at Cambridge, I objected to the conclusions of quantum mechanics advertised in popular science books because it ran against my mental model of the universe. My struggles with the conceptual foundations of QM were very much in the same vein as Einstein's critique of the theory. The idea that probability has a real existent status deeply troubled me. Always before, probability was a description of averages and distributions. A coin toss -- the idol of probability -- was still fundamentally governed by Newton's Laws, the forces in the room, the initial configuration of the coin in your hand, the torque, the impulse of your thumb on the coin, the chaotic turbulence of the air molecules in the room, the list goes on but all the initial configurations and momenta could theoretically be specified and then the entire motion could be simulated as the solution of a large system of nonlinear ordinary differential equations (ODEs) -- Laplace's Demon all over again. But QM is a whole different bag of nuts... Instead of solving specifically for things like position and momentum and energy, you have state vectors, and your eigenfunctions of these operators form the basis of an infinite-dimensional space known as Hilbert space. What's new about all of this is that our description of a particle is described by the time evolution of the coefficients of each of these eigenfunctions. Now we can't perceive this superposition, but rather -- and this is the really crazy bit of the whole theory -- only the eigenfunctions can be measured. So our particle is like a point wandering around in infinite dimensional Hilbert space when no one is looking. It's like Mr. Observer finally shines his flashlight in the car window and asks "Hey!?! What are you kids doing?!?" and our couple is always caught in any one of these (usually an infinite number of) compromising positions, but they're never caught scrambling to put clothes on or in a acrobatic transition or superposition of pages of the Kama Quantum Sutra.

So it will be interesting to see what insights 24.111 will bring, and complemented with 18.102 - Introduction to Functional Analysis, this should be a tantalizing semester spent exploring Hilbert space!

PKD Defines Reality

Part of my inspiration to start blogging was to capture daily whims. Everything from "Song of the Day" to "Quote of the Day" to the more idiosyncratic "Theorem of the Day". So here it goes:

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away. -- Philip K. Dick

'nuff said.