In-between Life And Belle – Part 2

Belle is at home, with her big cake sitting comfortably on the table before her very drooling self. She’s itching to get a taste. She’s dying to taste this sweet mix that’s sure to fly her spirits to heaven. She loves cakes, and the neighbors know that. They’re privy to this fact because sweet Belle always puts on a certain romantic song whenever she’s into this kind of juicy feasting session.  Somebody said these cakes will kill her.

Her doctor has given up on her. “This woman is on her way to 6-feet under,” he said. He recalls of decades ago when a panic-stricken parent showed up at his office door with a fat little thing that looked like a fed doll. Little Belle had the look of an inflated ball made of human skin. But Dr. Kent was known to possess the wit of an old fox. He knew exactly what nasty Mrs. Johnson was doing to her child. “I’m afraid that woman feeding her kid junk food will make her grow into a big ball,” he once told his friend.

Twenty-Five years later, huge Belle is still at war with her health.  A neighbor’s kid says she carries the weight of a pregnant elephant. Somebody got drunk in a local bar and said Belle can displace the water in a nearby swimming pool. This neighborhood is affluent. Belle had the grace of being born into a wealthy family. She can surely afford the biggest cake in town. But she can’t find the guts to keep her weight meter functional. Just outside in her trash bin are 3 weight scales that got broken under her very formidable mass.

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In-between Life And Belle – Part 1

She pops into some nice-looking cake store and walks out with a big, chocolate bake with the seller attaching a promise of all the good feel in the world. She won’t walk home or ride a bike because she hates the tire and all the hassle of troubling the grease in her joints. She’s the perfect manifestation of a lazy female battling tooth and nail for a taste of something sweet and ego-inducing. She hates expending energy except when cute Mr. Sparks cracks a joke and makes her laugh to a drop of sweat. She’ll take a cab.

Watching her leave a step for another as she makes her way down the few stairs from the store, you notice that Miss Johnson is fat.  She moves with a wobbly drag that screams “obese!” But Belle thinks that people who worry about her weight are paranoid. She knows that she’s all healthy and in pretty shape. She’s a cook damn it!
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How Facebook Is Capitalizing On AI Power To Quash Terrorism

Facebook has had its fair share of criticism from all possible corners in light of the many vices being spread through the platform of late. We’ve watched in shock as people get raped and others murdered on Facebook Live. Fake News and the spread of extremist content are the ultimate blows that blew open a can of worms on how Facebook has been lax in moderating the content propagated via the social network.

The company has since sought to institute strict measures and installed an Artificial Intelligence system that’s smart enough to zero down on suspicious extremist content by rules of an algorithm. If a user posts a photo or video featuring a known terrorist, the AI runs it against a database created from the already blocked content and censors it.

The company has since sought to institute strict measures and installed an Artificial Intelligence system that’s smart enough to zero down on suspicious extremist content by rules of an algorithm

As an additional measure besides implementing the same on its other affiliates, WhatsApp and Instagram, the company has partnered with Google, Twitter and YouTube to come up with a common database for this purpose.

However, Facebook opines that this war will take a combination of both software and human input to really achieve anything meaningful. Facebook has a 150-member strong counterterrorism team ready for the job. So good to see the biggest social network all out to digitally throat-punch terrorists.

 

 

 

 

 

The Mystery Of The Brain And The Lost Memory Trail

 

The human brain is mysterious. About a year ago I forgot the password to an email address. I’ve been trying all sorts of recovery options with no avail. Today I was about to log into my usual account but something pushed me to try the old one again. And just like that, I found myself typing in the password and perfectly logged in. I’ve no idea in what corner of the brain this memory has been hiding.

This digs up a theory I always held in school. I believed that as long as I read something and could remember it 20 minutes later, it would be engraved somewhere in my brain and I could retrieve it anytime I wanted. I thought of the brain as a biological database where memory pockets are lined up in accordance with the individual’s priorities. This could perhaps explain why you could walk into an exam room and find that you forgot something you read yesterday but you still remember stuff from your childhood 20 years back.

“I thought of the brain as a biological database where memory pockets are lined up in accordance with the individual’s priorities.”

Food for thought, uh? Very much so.

So How Exactly Did This Happen?

Why couldn’t I remember this password last year?

That brings me to my latest theory. Now, there’s this talk about memories fading, which I tend to agree with in light of what happened to my email password. The argument goes that if you don’t do something often, its physiological feel in the mental database gets obscured and “pushed back.” That immediate memory address is taken up by the latest event that you hold dearer at the moment. However, that doesn’t mean that the memory is erased. It’s only displaced from the point of direct retrieval.

Retrieving

Now, for a faded memory to be brought back to the surface again, it would require some kind of a beacon; something to initiate the retrieval of the particular memory or data from its distant parking zone. By continuing to try out various password combinations, I triggered this beacon, informing the general brain system that a certain memory containing a password to a particular email address was thereby called upon. This played as the stimuli to call it back into the zone of immediate addresses that are easily accessible. For that to work, another displacement had to happen. This becomes a continuous process as we live through days, bringing each memory to the surface in turn.

And just as I typed in the email address, the password trail happened to have been coincidentally tracked down, so that when the thought of the email address was brought to the fore, it came out in accompaniment of its related password. I actually typed in that password unconsciously – like a routine. I only came to fully remember the password after the brain retrieval function had settled, by which time I was already logged in to my old email and reading mail!

And that, my friend, is the power of the human brain. If only you could master it!