Weekly Head Voices #158: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

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This edition of the weekly (haha) head voices attempts to reflect on the period of time from Monday November 5 to Sunday November 18, 2018.

The following action scene happened exactly halfway through:

Pre-requisite running photo, this one taken in Paarl. It was already quite hot. Getting really hot really early in the morning is Paarl’s thing.

Pre-requisite running photo, this one taken in Paarl. It was already quite hot. Getting really hot really early in the morning is Paarl’s thing.

Running aka Irony update

Seeing that you’ve made me talk about running again, have a look at this photo of one Luna Mono 2.0 after about 700 km of (mostly road) running in about seven months, and one brand new Luna Mono 2.0:

At around about the same time as the new shoes arrived, shortly after South African customs charged me a painful amount before letting the new babies through, both my ankles, from around the posterior tibial tendon area, let me know in no uncertain terms that they were now demanding a break.

After repeated explanations by my life partner (she counts being a rheumatologist amongst her many talents), and by a foot surgeon friend, that my flat feet mean that my posterior tibial tendons have to work even harder than they would usually have done had I been anatomically speaking more normal, I had to start facing the music:

I was going to have to wear normal person running shoes again.

(If I have to be honest I would have to say that the music was in fact more about having to take a running break. I had sneakily been pushing up my weekly distance, trying to run through ankle discomfort, and this was probably the true core of the problem.

All of that being said, I am choosing to interpret matters a bit differently. Running breaks are really hard yo.)

I’ve now done two runs in my pre-Mono Kinvara 8s, and it does indeed feel (of course it does) like my ankles might slowly be recovering. I am hopeful that the trend continues, and that I can eventually rotate in my Lunas again.

Nerd toys update: RTX 2070 in da house.

After weeks of deliberating, I broke down and bought an NVIDIA RTX 2070 for deep learning.

This in turn led to a flurry of experimentation and to be quite honest a slight case of deep learning binging.

At least I have the following new blog posts to show for it:

(I know that some of these occurred outside of the two week timespan covered by this post.)

On the memory saving of mixed-precision training.

In my tests with ResNet50, a serious convolutional neural network for image classification, the exact same network with the exact same training settings required 14159 MiB in fp32 mode but only 7641 MiB in mixed precision mode.

This means that in some cases, this new RTX 2070 can go toe-to-toe with many far more expensive cards.

Furthermore, I informally measured a training speed boost of about 20% with the smaller ResNet34.

It’s no wonder that the RTX 2070 gets the Tim Dettmers stamp of approval for the most cost-effective training.

Your message, to take home.

I came across this backyard philosophy jewel on reddit the other day and loved it. It’s about the 1971 movie W_illy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory_, a stellar adaptation of Roald Dahl’s book Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

… in test screenings, Willy Wonka had a scene with a hiker seeking a guru, asking him the meaning of life. The guru requests a Wonka Bar. Finding no golden ticket, he says, “Life is a disappointment.” The director loved it, but few laughed. A psychologist told him that the message was too real.

Just remember the Buddhist Twist my friends:

… and finally passing through the gate of wishlessness (apranihita) – realizing that nirvana is the state of not even wishing for nirvana.

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