DLSS 5: She's a Witch, Burn Her!
It's all gotten a bit strange.
Nvidia announced DLSS 5, an AI solution for image upscaling and reconstruction.
The first version of DLSS was launched in 2018. There was no outcry. Multiple versions have been launched since then. There was no outcry.
Yesterday, they announced version 5, and suddenly it was the apocalypse.
AI SLOP! ARTIST INTENT!
What I saw was a way to upscale images from old games (that were created in lower resolutions with less detail), sometimes dramatically approving their quality.
Not all of the image comparisons seemed better. I thought the processing made some worse. On the whole, though, I thought it was a substantial leap forward.
What many other people saw, though, was heresy. As soon as the letters "A" and "I" are capitalized and put against each other, many people have become absolutely hysterical.
I get having objections to AI. We've discussed it here, and some of you had well-reasoned objections. I appreciated it. It's a complicated topic, and anyone who pretends it isn't is kidding themselves.
What's happening now, unfortunately, isn't discussion. A torch-wielding mob comes out every time AI is mentioned. It's reminding me more and more of Gamergate, which turned out to be well-orchestrated.
Digital Foundry, which published the video that ignited the firestorm, said they received death threats. Death threats over a rendering technology? Seriously?
Something seems off, and I could be totally wrong. Maybe that many people go to sleep at night despising AI. The way it's happening, though, seems a bit strange and predictable.
In the meantime, DLSS 5, when it's available, will only be used in games that choose to support it.
The Last Stand
The 108th edition of The Varsity Match between Oxford and Cambridge took place last Saturday.
It was Eli 24.7s last competitive hockey game.
Their best forward had a concussion. The guy who replaced him had a 102 fever and didn't play. The team was incredibly game but as thin as they'd ever been in Eli's four seasons. Plus, the game was at Cambridge.
"It's going to be the highest shot game of my career," he said. "In the eighties, probably. And we don't have much of a chance. But...there's always a chance. Maybe we sneak one in early and then hang on for dear life."
The live feed for the game didn't work, of course, because it almost never does, so I sat through the late afternoon and early evening wondering what had happened. I just hoped he played hard and was able to put one game in the context of a long, wonderful career in hockey.
Fifteen years, actually.
I messaged him to say the feed didn't work and what the hell had happened, and I finally got this response:
We lost 5-1. I wish you could have seen it. Gave it all I had.
Later, when he called me, he told me what happened when he skated off. He was exhausted and broken up about the game because it's the only game of the year that really matters. He was barely moving on his way off the ice and one of the announcers (from Cambridge) leaned out of the box and said, "Eli, 106 shots."
Eli said he just looked up and said, "What the f---?"
"106 shots. 101 saves."
106 shots. Oxford had 17.
Later, he sent me the video link (which worked) so I could watch the game. In the third period, after he'd faced over 85 shots, the score was 3-0 and they still had a chance. They just couldn't score, though, not until the it was 5-0 and they snuck one in.
It was the best game I've ever seen him play. 106 shots and he gave up less than 5 rebounds. He was dialed in the whole time. It sounds counter-intuitive to say he dominated because they lost, but it was as dominant as he's ever been.
On Sunday, he called again.
"Dad, do you know what I was thinking about before the game? That tournament in Dallas where there were baseball fields next to the rink, and we took those long walks and sat in the stands and talked. Do you remember which tournament that was?"
I did. I remember those conversations, too. It was a warm, sunny day, and the weather was perfect and we talked forever.
"Oh, and did I tell you that the last song I listen to, right before I skate out for warm-ups, is the one you had the DJ play for me when I walked into the lobby after winning the leveling tournament? 'She's a Bad Mama Jama.'" He started laughing.
I remember that, and the look on his face when he realized it was playing for him. It was the best weekend of hockey in his life, up to that point. He's been fortunate to have many even better moments since then.
"I think you may be the first goalie in history to have 100 saves in a regulation game," I said.
"No way." He laughed.
"The few times it's happened, it's always been six overtimes or something. I'll do some research."
"I hated losing--man, I hate losing that game--but having over a hundred saves in your last game is a nice way to go out," he said.
I researched, and as far as I can tell, it's only happened once, and had never happened before six weeks ago. A New Jersey high school goalie had 104 saves in regulation, and there were stories all over about it.
That won't happen with this game because it's England and hockey isn't as much of a thing over there. But it still happened. Eli managed, in his last game, to transcend Oxford hockey history and become part of hockey history.
Now he's done.
Here's the box score: Varsity Match box score.
New Desk
I spent this afternoon putting together a standing desk (zen koan: you need a standing desk to help your back, but it hurts your back to do all the bending and lifting necessary to put it together), so my writing window blew past, but I have a special post tomorrow: Eli 24.7s last competitive hockey game.
You will not be surprised to learn that it was really something. I still can't believe it, two days later, and I saw it.
Meta and the Failure of Opportunity
Meta has always had an odd strategy with the Quest line of virtual headsets.
Mostly, it seemed like they just wanted to use it as a platform for their shitty "world" Meta Horizons, which has been around for 4+ years and failed hard in every one of them. Their idea was to use the Quest headsets as a Trojan horse to getting people addicted to the metaverse (and spend $$$).
I say addicted because any Meta product (Facebook, Instagram, etc.) doesn't want users. It wants addicts, and that's made clear through private company communications exposed in various lawsuits.
Now I go to the Quest home screen (when I boot it up to play Walkabout Golf) and see genre-defining apps like "Slap Your Friends." It's an example of how most of the new apps are just garbage as the platform withers and dies. There were some truly interesting gaming apps at first, but now they've been cast aside to promote shovelware instead.
They were so close to having something substantial! What a waste.
MRI
Eli 24.7 finally had his MRI read last night.
No stress fracture of his knee, but his IT band looked a bit gnarly, and the doctor also said he has patellar tendinopathy.
Both were a result of the training he needed to do for the ultra and the amount of steep downhill running he did in the race itself.
The good news is both of those issues are eminently fixable, and he'll do the necessary exercises with his usual level of zeal.
The other bit of good news is that playing hockey won't affect either injury at all. He only has one more game to play this season--the Rivalry game--and then he's unofficially retired from competitive hockey.
In four years of playing for Oxford, he never lost a home game.
Thanks, Science
Chris M. sent in a link to this story today: One vaccine may provide broad protection against many respiratory infections and allergens.
I know, that sounds impossible. Here's some detail:
Since the 1790s, when the English physician Edward Jenner coined the term vaccination (from the Latin vacca for cow) to refer to the use of cowpox to inoculate against smallpox, all subsequent vaccines have relied on the same fundamental principle: antigen specificity. That is, the vaccine mimics a distinctive component of the pathogen — the spike proteins that cover SARS-CoV-2, for example — to prepare the immune system to recognize and react quickly to the real pathogen.
“That’s been the paradigm of vaccinology for the last 230 years,” Pulendran said.
But antigen-specific vaccines fail when a pathogen mutates or when new pathogens emerge.
The new vaccine doesn’t try to mimic any part of a pathogen; instead, it mimics the signals that immune cells use to communicate with each other during an infection. This novel strategy integrates the two branches of immunity — innate and adaptive — creating a feedback loop that sustains a broad immune response.
The adaptive immune system is the workhorse of current vaccines. It produces specialized agents, like antibodies and T cells, that target specific pathogens and remember them for years to come. The innate immune system, which deploys within minutes of a new infection, has received less attention because it typically lasts only a few days before ceding the spotlight to the adaptive immune system.
How does it work?
The new vaccine, for now known as GLA-3M-052-LS+OVA, mimics the T cell signals that directly stimulate innate immune cells in the lungs. It also contains a harmless antigen, an egg protein called ovalbumin or OVA, which recruits T cells into the lungs to maintain the innate response for weeks to months.
The full article has much more detail, but the response level is astonishing. Oh, and what does it protect against? Viruses, bacterial respiratory infections, and dust mites. In other words, even allergies.
Phase I safety trials haven't begun on humans yet, so there's quite a ways to go, but this seems incredibly promising.
I wonder what the anti-vaxxer crowd will do with a nasal spray instead of a shot. It will be interesting to watch as they twist themselves into a pretzel over how it will poison the water supply or destabilize the U.N. or something.
Assorted
1. There's an excellent four-episode documentary on the ABA on Amazon Prime. It's called Soul Power and it's legitimately fantastic. Also, one thing I'd never heard until now: Bob Costas had just graduated from college when the Spirits of St. Louis made him their play-by-play announcer.
I guess he did okay.
2. I listen to a very specific kind of music to get into flow state when I work (or walk). It's probably epitomized by this song, which is one of the most perfectly written and performed songs I've ever heard. I did some research and it turns out that this band (Alvvays) and several other bands I really like are in a genre called jangle pop. That helped me find other, similar groups that I'm listening to on my phone today as I walk through the neighborhood.
3. Elastic shoelaces make for a revolutionary shoe-wearing experience. The entire pressure on your foot is distributed absolutely evenly.
4. I've walked 20 miles in the last 4 days, so while my back is still recovering, at least I can walk as far as I want now.
Friday Links!
Leading off this week, an express trip to Crazytown in a story that will leave you speechless: One Man’s Quest for the End of the World Started on a Ranch in Texas.
An incredible story: Power without a throne: how Khalifa Haftar controls Libya.
Fascinating: A Sojourn into the Stephen King Archive: ‘The Dark Half’. Typescript drafts on view in the newly opened archive reframe the horror maestro’s relationship with his alter ego, Richard Bachman.
"Erected all over the South"--what is wrong with us: Poisonous Objects: Two exhibitions in Los Angeles respond to the racist monuments to Confederate soldiers that have been erected all over the United States.
An incredible story of indifference and malfeasance: We covered a now-discredited medical examiner for two decades. These are the botched cases that still haunt us.
Bizarre (and sad): Man vs. Machine: For three weeks last spring, ChatGPT convinced Allan Brooks that he had discovered a revolutionary mathematical theory. Now he’s suing OpenAI, claiming its product dragged him down a rabbit hole of lies, caused him to spiral into delusion and destroyed his reputation.
This is exceptional: Vigilantes at Dawn A forgotten deportation, a family archive, and the cost of belonging.
From D.G.F., and it's both a historical and present look: Living Under a Concentration Camp Regime — and Fighting Back.
From Wally, and it's a terrific read: How long do civilizations last? A look at Marines in WWI, including cats, rats, and aardvarks: Devil Dogs: 4th Marine Brigade. Timothy is a cat: Timothy reviews Moby Dick. A deep rabbit hole: On Gremlins: A brief history of sky goblins.
[POLITICS]: War
We all know this never goes well, and it won't go well this time. Imaginary justifications for entirely elective wars, promises of only short-term involvement, selection of a leader not for their leadership but their compliance with American demands, followed by a morass that will last decades.
We've done it over and over and over again. This edition is particularly vile and loathsome, but the basic storyline never changes.
Another sad time in a very sad era.
Some do
I had one of the favorite dreams of my life this week.
I'm walking just inside the NBA league office building, heading toward the elevators. The voiceover (it's a documentary) is talking about my great career.
I have a tennis ball in each hand.
I know I don't have any of the skills the narrator is listing, but I keep walking. I start trying to dribble the tennis balls and I'm so clumsy I can't even do it; I'm just batting at the balls.
The voiceover says "Some use the word superstar."
On The Mend
I went swimming today for the first time since I injured my back.
I walked to the ferry in icy rain, swam half my normal workout (which was still quite hard), took the subway back to minimize additional walking, and still walked over four miles.
It didn't feel great.
It's very different, being in the real world. I didn't realize what a controlled environment I'd been in for the last few weeks. So many places to sit today with nothing to push yourself up from (which is one of my hardest things). I bent and stretched and needed a range of motion I haven't needed at home or in the neighborhood.
Hopefully it will be easier now. And the weather is finally going to break, temperature-wise, in another day or so. It's been a winter.
