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His Master's Voice (HMV) In the winter at Strata West I had a chance to see Oscar Celma of Pandora discuss machine learning from the perspective of the most established streaming music company. Because at root Pandora has a lot of human intelligence about music, its machine learning applications of song suggestion are even more interesting. More to come. From Vault: Experiment in Abstraction 3 http://dispatchtelegraph.tumblr.com/post/122643156869 Uber Data Collection Changes Should Be Barred, Privacy Group Urges http://t.co/YcxOZ7UXlo — Jack Vaughan (@JackIVaughan) June 28, 2015 Sappo accompanied Popeye in the Sunday Funnies. Clear homage (or rip off) of Rube Goldberg. Kind of Rube Goldberg with a storyline. Thus, it devolves?

Experiment in Abstraction 1 I think America has the greatest music because it is such a hodge podge. So much in music is about dialectic, whether it is erudite Chopin encountering folk tunes, or Fats Waller goofing on a Bing Crosby tune ["the jingle bells done got him!]. So I look at a country tune from a few angles in this podcast including a riff on Sun record- era cowboy hipsters I met once in Eureka. This is in three parts, a nod to the restrictions on 'size of free post'. Experiment in Abstraction 2 Experiment in Abstraction 3 I thought it would be great to be an Internet DJ. And to play music for my old friends like in the old days..except over the ether...well it is work. And I have a job. So I have been remiss on this. Technical hurdles amass in the Vaughan household and I get bogged down. So, this was originally done on Memorial Day..but it is posting on Labor Day. [I did get some sun this summer. :) ]Cecelia says I have a future with my voice, and I cant ev...

This handsome fellow is my father, contemplating the horizon. I take it to be coming back from WW II. Once I offered him some Blatz that I put in the refrigerator, which elicited the fact that, coming back from Italy on a troop ship, they provided all with as much beer as they could drink. "We towed it along the side in cargo nets to keep it cold. It was Blatz. I never want to have another Blatz again" - he said. He'd sent every paycheck back since 1942 to his mother. He took the money and spent a year in Argentina. Why? "When I was in school there was a map of the world on the wall that I would look at, and Argentina was the farthest place in one direction." I guess that rings somewhat true because, when we lived in Racine, he took us to extremes: that is: La Crosse, and the Mississippi; Duluth, and Lake Superior, Green Bay and Door County. On Sunday afternoons like today, we'd take family drives. But today, as I said last year, he would be watching the U...

Kim Philby was the real third man you don’t meet every day. He went to all the right schools, loved cricket, with some like-minded friends secretly joined the Communist movement on the eve of the Spanish Civil War, rose to the top ranks of British intelligence, and enjoyed a catbird seat through World War II and much of the Cold War that allowed him to uncover for the Soviet dozens if not hundreds of opposition agents they could then debrief, imprison and liquidate. He was in a position to tip off friends Guy Burgess and Donald MacLean just before their escapades had caught up with them (they fled to U.S.S.R.) and, despite enormously suspicious circumstances, he was subsequently able to hang on more than 10 more years before likewise fleeing Beirut, a wife, and a journalist's job on the Dolmatova, a Soviet freighter bound for Odessa. By then he'd cast a pale of paranoia that lingered over U.S. and British intelligence for many years. His story is told ably in A Spy Among ...

from the vaults Oct 2014 Working at Mahatma Match. Punch the Simplex. 7:30 it says: that box of cash & tyranny the best friend of your frozen destiny Flying Horse of Dada please vault the suggestion of clouds . Beaded maid with wavy stare conjures a lemonade. when the simplex box says 5 o'clock I'd like to ignite the factory instead go home to dream. The jeweled maiden squeezing on the giant eagle. registration, rendering inked in rivers rivers through my fingers. Krishna, Krishna Ever flouting watery maidens  saris hanging high  in the trees bold  as  love.  I shall run with creamsicle push home Where the light burns I hope. Jack Vaughan, 2014