The Shakespeare Imitation Game

As a lifelong computer geek I’ve always known the story of Alan Turing, and was pleased to see it brought to the big screen as The Imitation Game (starring Benedict Cumberbatch).  Turing contributed so much to the world of computer science it’s hard to tell it all — from his codebreaking skills in World War 2 to his “universal machine” theory that led to the programmable computers we all take for granted today. In fact that’s a weakness of the movie, that they try to jam too much into the story.

The contribution that famously carries his name, however, is The Turing Test (which he originally called the imitation game, hence the movie title). In the game he proposes, a human witness would ask questions, through a computer terminal, to a human player and to an “intelligent” computer player. The witness must determine which is the computer. The computer is trying to convince the witness that it is human. Being Turing, he even put numbers on the probability of winning the test,
writing that “an average interrogator will not have more than 70 per cent chance of making the right identification after five minutes of questioning.”  

Ever since, people have been making “chat bots” that are good at changing the topic and avoiding the question. Apparently nobody else reads the rest of Turing’s paper, because he gave a great example about the kind of conversation he expected the computer to have:

Interrogator In the first line of your sonnet which reads ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day’, would not ‘a spring day’ do as well or better? 

Computer It wouldn’t scan. 

Interrogator How about ‘a winter’s day’? That would scan all right. 

Computer Yes, but nobody wants to be compared to a winter’s day. 

Interrogator Would you say Mr. Pickwick reminded you of Christmas? 

Computer In a way. 

Interrogator Yet Christmas is a winter’s day, and I do not think Mr Pickwick would mind the comparison 

Computer I don’t think you’re serious. By a winter’s day one means a typical winter’s day, rather than a special one like Christmas. 

 I love when the computer science people use Shakespeare as their test content. Makes my day. I do the same thing :).  Consider how much intelligence is in this small example, beyond the ability to form grammatically correct sentences.  It needs to understand what sonnet 18 is, first of all, and what it means to compare someone to a summer’s day. It needs to understand the relationship between spring and summer, as well as the purpose of meter in poetry. It needs to understand why you compare someone to a summer’s day but not a winter’s day. It needs to recognize who Mr. Pickwick is, and why you might associate him with Christmas. It needs to understand what Christmas is, and why it is a special day.

In June 2014 there was a big story in the computer science world that a bot has “passed” the Turing Test.  Here’s a transcript.  You be the judge.  Personally I think we’re still a long way away – but imagine how exciting it would be if we ever get there!

The War is Coming. Oh, and I am Psychic.

Back in November 2011 I reviewed a graphic novel called Romeo and Juliet: The War. I remember that I quite liked it.  It’s overly violent, and there’s a weirdly gratuitous nude scene that may have been inserted to appease the teenage boy demographic but completely ruled out the chance of me showing it to my kids, but overall I was happy with the effort. It looked very nice and stayed consistent with the world they’d built.

I even said:

You know what? I said that it looks like a movie. I think that if somebody tried to tell this version of the story as a movie, it could be pretty awesome.

Well, look what I found.  Romeo and Juliet: The War is coming in 2017. It’s one of those “only accessible with IMDB Pro” deals so I can’t get all the scoop. Maybe one of the readers out there can see it?  We definitely know it’s the same source material, though, because in the “People who liked this also liked…” section, I can see a Stan Lee movie :).

I’ll keep watching for more news about this one!

Time Enough for Shakespeare

A funny thing almost happened on the way to Shakespeare Day this year. The day job has been very, very busy on a number of fronts.  There’s actually a big all day meeting scheduled today at the home office. Most of my April has been spent building up to that.

On top of that, I’m having work done on my house, which means that my living situation’s been in disarray for the last two weeks.  As in, no beds for the children, who are sleeping in sleeping bags on various couches around the house.  Since my most productive time is typically late at night after everybody’s gone to bed, this has made it quite a challenge, especially when you factor in all the day job work that’s been going on.

But I couldn’t miss it. I would never forgive myself if a Shakespeare Day came and went and I failed to celebrate it.

So my many apologies that this is something of a mini celebration compared to previous years. We definitely won’t be breaking my marathon record (which I believe is 26 posts, or something like that?)  But I shall do what I can.

Happy Birthday, Shakespeare.

Happy Shakespeare Day!

Welcome once again to another Shakespeare Day celebration! It’s not going to be a big one this year (for reasons to be explained in coming posts), but I couldn’t miss it.

Those who have been following over the years (and for that I thank you for your loyalty) you may have noticed a certain tradition. I like tradition. It’s a quote that comes from Ben Jonson, to the memory of his (and our) beloved. It’s a simple line from a larger work, but I don’t know, to me it feels like more. It’s more of an incantation, a plea for the Master to return to us if just for a single day. I say it over and over again in my mind, and I imagine myself as Prospero on his island, opening one particular grave, waking one particular sleeper and letting him forth, by my most humble art. Thank you, Shakespeare, and Happy Birthday.

Here we go, and I’ll see you on the other side. I therefore will begin.

Soul of the age!
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!
My Shakespeare, RISE!