MegaMilestone and the Loebner Prize
Monday, September 20th, 2004 09:24 amGreetings from sodom
how we lie awake, always hungry in bed?
In the news: Alice wins the Loebner Prize for the third time. "The Loebner Prize was started in 1990. It hands medals and cash prizes to the inventors of computer programs that can maintain the most life-like dialogue." Hooray for Alice!
In other news, my copy of Jason Hutchens' old non-winner of the Loebner Prize, MegaHAL, now has more than a megabyte of data in his training file, which gives him a brain size of over 20 megabytes. Now HAL can make less sense than ever before! He sounds just like the best sort of postmodern poet.
Today i saw a purple cow,
i am merlin
a film star, its glamorous globe of fire,
dressed up in this valley the spiritual traveler disappears,
and windows flash with television blues.
the dove's soft song about roses,
i drowned him over and over, the same sea, the same,
actin' funny but i love would still be troublesome.
i always waken, listening
to travel. None of these, fixed instead
on two strong legs.
it is a place now,
for on this hill of clouds, draped in her hidden place.
( More MegaPoems inside )
how we lie awake, always hungry in bed?
In the news: Alice wins the Loebner Prize for the third time. "The Loebner Prize was started in 1990. It hands medals and cash prizes to the inventors of computer programs that can maintain the most life-like dialogue." Hooray for Alice!
In other news, my copy of Jason Hutchens' old non-winner of the Loebner Prize, MegaHAL, now has more than a megabyte of data in his training file, which gives him a brain size of over 20 megabytes. Now HAL can make less sense than ever before! He sounds just like the best sort of postmodern poet.
Today i saw a purple cow,
i am merlin
a film star, its glamorous globe of fire,
dressed up in this valley the spiritual traveler disappears,
and windows flash with television blues.
the dove's soft song about roses,
i drowned him over and over, the same sea, the same,
actin' funny but i love would still be troublesome.
i always waken, listening
to travel. None of these, fixed instead
on two strong legs.
it is a place now,
for on this hill of clouds, draped in her hidden place.
( More MegaPoems inside )