Tuesday, October 03, 2006
  Lament 

Functional Programmer’s Lament:

Forgive me Lord, for I have side-effected.

 

Logic Programmer’s Lament:

Forgive me Lord, for I have temporized.

 

System’s Programmer’s Lament:

Forgive me Lord, for it crashed.

 

Hannibal Lecter: First principles, Clarice. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?

 

One of my professor's, Dan Friedman, once said in class, "Some people are of the opinion that computer scientists should choose to work on problems that are *useful*, and that working on your pet problem that has no apparent use is not right. I myself am not of that opinion." After about a year, I must say I agree. In this spirit, some people are of the opinion that people who write blogs should choose to write what others would like to read. I myself am not of that opinion. (My apologies to Dan for not quoting him verbatim, but its been a year)

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 Friday, September 29, 2006

Recently I have been watching Sean Connery’s old James Bond movies. (When I went to Scotland it was interesting to notice that they wasted no time in pointing out that Sean Connery was once a milkman in Edinburgh.) That minor detail aside, I was wondering what I would like to do when I get out of college.

 

And then it struck me – I would love to be a high profile programming language designer. People all over the world who need someone to design their languages for them, will know the right man for the job. “Hello, may I speak with Mr. 00\lambda please?”. “Mr. 00\lambda we have an emergency situation here that needs your immediate attention. We need a domain specific language with the following bisimulation properties…” “No, no, Mr. 00\lambda, the weak barbed congruence for the underlying process calculus must be provable, otherwise all hope is lost…” “Our competitors have the advantage of equational reasoning for their monadic computations.”

 

That would be a good life indeed. “Sorry I am busy today evening, you see I am in Tokyo right now”. “No not tomorrow, tomorrow I am at INRIA in Paris…” “Its the work of a systems programmer! I should have known it…”

 

And when I am leaving for a mission, Q would hand me that parser generator that is disguised so conveniently as a watch, or that POPLMark verifier that fits in the sole of my shoe. “And what’s that Q?”, “That, my dear lambda, is something special – top secret I must add – that our secret new decidability checker… of course, you know the risks of using it”.

 

Anyone out there with a great language design job on your hands, come talk to me.

 

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 Tuesday, September 26, 2006

This semester, due to an issue with my funding situation at college, I found work with a systems group. So officially I am off working on PL theory for a while. The thing is, after about a year of doing PL, I am convinced that as programmers or language designers one should focus on building good abstractions that compose well. All other concerns are secondary to this goal.

 

The project I am involved with one that is concerned with creating a mechanism for programming the increasing for viable multicore machines that are available in the market. The objective being with coming up with a programming paradigm that makes it “easy” to program machines that have a large number of computing units (cores, processors etc).

 

The best description of the motivation for this is described in Herb Sutter's famous article -

The Free Lunch is Over: A Fundamental Turn Towards Concurrency in Software

http://www.gotw.ca/publications/concurrency-ddj.htm

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 Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Since many of my blog entries have ceased being blog entries and have become more beacons of the fact that I am trudging through life, here is another life update.

 

I am back in Bloomington, Indiana after a great summer. After many years have I had a summer that left me with so many memories. I spent the summer in Cambridge, UK and like I was telling one of my friends here at IU (Indiana University) that Cambridge is like a distillation of the essence of several Bloomingtons put together, and then matured over several hundred years – a little like comparing a fine Scottish whisky to beer – maybe a 16year old Glenmorangie in burgundy wood to a Guinness.

 

I made it a point to travel as much as I could this summer – as much as time and finances would allow. And it was great. I look at some slight embarrassment at the rant about Cornwall below. But yes I had a great time at Cornwall. Cornwall aside, took several trips to London, went to Norfolk – Hunstanton, Cromer, Great Yarmouth. London’s a pretty amazing city and I haven’t been to most of the major touristy spots. Spent some time gallivanting around Cambridge – went to Peterborough and Ely – saw the famous cathedrals. Went to Granchester – the little village near Cambridge.

 

However most of the really great travel came towards the end of summer. I had a chance to finally go to Scotland. The trip to Scotland was primarily motivated by a long standing wish to go see Skye – the island of Skye – like in the famous Robert Stevenson poem “over the sea to Skye”. Scotland was amazing in many ways – firstly it was beautiful. But that aspect of it didn’t impress me much initially – in my mind I kept comparing it to the highranges in Kerala and not seeing much more there. But after a while you realize how much grander Scotland is – the deep lochs and the high lands and the people. I got a chance to spend two night at the bank of the Lochness in a little town called Fort Augustus. At Fort Augustus I picked up a liking for good single malt whisky. I never had a liking for hard liquor before – but this is great. Favourites? Hmm… I like a Glenmorangie (esp in Burgundy wood), The Macallan, Dalwhinnie; I like this really interesting whisky liquor called the Glayva…. Scotland was interesting in other ways too – here was a land that was under conflict with the English for many hundred years and they too, much like India tries to hold on fiercely to their traditions. Scotland of today is not much like that, but an Scotsman you meet will be only happy to make clear to you how they are not Englishmen. It was alsoa funny parallel that very often tartan patterns on kilts were like the checked patterns on mundu back in Kerala.

 

After Scotland the next major travel was to Paris and then to Rome. Paris was good, Rome was great. I think aside from a love for whisky another take away from summer is the need to be Italian and to speak Italian – I am so amazed by that language – I have taken an instinctive liking to it. It also partly has to do with a good Italian friend I made this summer (who also happens to be a logician in his free time). More on all that later. Honestly these days there is too much to write about, and so many things to say about every little thing – I need to sort out my time for blogging a little more carefully.

 

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Hairy Coo!

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 Monday, June 26, 2006
  Cornwall 

I think it had been baking inside me for a along long time now – this need to travel. The last time I really traveled was with Anand to Hampi, Gulbarga and Bidar many many years back. Of course since then I have traveled much, but nothing that had the sense of rawness that this weekend had.

 

This weekend I traveled to Cornwall. I grew up in Cochin which is a little costal town in Kerala, India. Cochin is a very beautiful place, but it is also, like many places that one grows up in a place that doesn’t let you realize how beautiful it really is until you have left it. Since leaving Cochin I have mainly been living very far away from the sea. So now that I was in England I looked around for the best piece of coastline I could find and decided to visit it. The best piece of coastline I heard of, as recommended to me by many people, was Cornwall. And so sometime mid last week I decided on a whim that I was going to Cornwall. Cornwall is the south eastern tip of England and is famous for its rocky , cliff lined coastlines.

 

The journey to Cornwall would be 12+ hours by bus from Cambridge because I pretty much had to travel all the way across the country. Not caring much for the strain of the journey, I decided that I would leave Friday night arrive on Saturday morning and leave Cornwall on Sunday night and arrive back at Cambridge on Monday morning by 9.00 and then show up for work. Needless to say, I did, though there were many points in the trip at which I felt I wouldn’t make it. And this being Monday evening, I haven’t had any sleep yet and my feet are killing me. But I loved it, every bit of it – even the hard hard parts.

 

If you have got your head messed up when you were really young and have read Bach and Pirsig and kept that sense of aching inside you – and then you watch a movie like the Motorcycle diaries and it stirs up everything – then at some point you just have to let it all go and travel and see if you really have it inside you to do so. I think this trip to Cornwall was a little sampler for me – to see if I have it in me – I think the answer is yes.

 

So this blog entry is a travelogue of sorts of this amazing weekend. Needless to say, I have many many pictures as my witness.

 

This was the plan – board the bus to Penzance, get off at St Erth and catch a local train to St Ives. Start walking to Pendeen from St Ives. That was supposedly 21km according to the guide book I had. I booked a little bed and breakfast at the Radjel Inn at Pendeen. The next day I would catch a bus to Land’s end and walk to Porthcurno. From there I would catch a bus to Penzance where I could cath my long distance bus back to Cambridge. That was the plan.

 

I arrived at St Ives by about 10.30. St Ives is beautiful – the sort of place I regret so much having to rush through. If I ever go back to Cornwall I hope to spend a day or teo just enjoying St Ives. It’s a little rocky coatal town with very scenic winding narrow roads and several beaches and lots and lots of seagulls.

 

 

Seagulls are interesting birds – if you have never had the chance to see lots of them up close before you are in for  treat. It was interesting seeing this one squaking at a sign that said “Don’t feed the seagulls”. Every now and then you would see a fat seagull with the personality of a duck wobbling up to you. I remember asking one of them if it had had any self respect and if it had heard of Jonathan and it left looking rather offended.

 

I sampled some of the traditional “Cornish Pasty”, got myself a sandwich and some bottled dribnk and I was off. Like the guide book (which is titled “Walking in Britain”, and I highly recommend it – expect I think the book is written by athletes of some sort) the walk was rather strenuous. 21km may not sound like much but winding up and down these cliffs by the sea it is really something else.

 

Every hour or so you would see another human being – but that aside all you see are miles of open grasslands and rugged cliffs and a beautiful blue green sea. If you break a leg or sprain your ankle you and pretty much finished unless someone comes by and finds you. I started out only by ~12.00 and sure enough I didn’t make the walk to Pendeen. After almost giving up several times along the way and once getting my feet caught in some bog I made it to Treen. I was out of food and water at it was about 6.45. I was sure I couldn’t manage any more. Treen was this little town which pretty much only had only one street and a dozen or less buildings. Most of the buildings were bed and breakfasts and there was one hotel! All in the is little place. And whats interesting is that the prices were very high! It seemed like it was popular place for people to give up.

 

There was this one person how I had crossed paths with several times during my walk who knew someone locally and managed to get a cab from somewhere. The town itself had no cabs or public transport. Hence I got a lift to Pendeen. I had a shower at the Radjel Inn (a nice place to stay if you are looking for a place to stay at Pendeen) and got myself some tradition Cornish mead and dinner from a local meadery. I slept like a log that night – esp considering the long days walk and the fact that I had got no sleep on the overnight bus.

 

The nest day morning, after a great breakfast I walked ~2miles to the lighthouse at Pendeen. At 9am its foggy and beautiful. There was a middle aged couple there peering intently out at the see – a little later the lady walsk up to me and ask me if I would like to see to a basking shark “Everyone should see a basking shark at some point in their lives” she said. And so I did.

 

I caught one two hourly bus that passes through Pendeen and got off at the Land’s end aerodrome. I heard (got a pamphlet at St Erth  railway station) that said that they sell rides for 29 pounds in a little Cessna. At the aerodrome they said that they need atleast two people for a ride or that I would have to pay for an additional child’s ticket for 15mins in the air. Seemed steep. Then it struck me that I could do something better – and I did – I got myself a  half hour training flight for 69 pounds. So I flew my first Cessna 172 (my first aircraft of any sort) on Sunday the 15th, June, 2006. It was brliiant – we flew all over Cornwall in those 30mins. I got to do most of the takeoff and landing by myself as well with instructions and occasional corrections by the trainer co pilot. I now have a little “Trial Flying Lesson” certificate on my desk that I am very proud off. My instructor was friendly guy named Ben who patiently answered my many questions about the aircraft. It was beautiful – you treat it well and the aircraft flies itself. It even has little landing light which are handy to scare the seagulls J

 

After my flight I caught the next bus to Lands end. Lands end is apparently the most scenic part of Cornwall – rightly so. However the guide book said that the walk from Lands end to Porthcurno is about 3.5 hours (and I remember I could do their walk the previous day). However it turned out that the last bus was two hours away and the bus driver told me that I could make the walk in less that two hours easily. Oh boy! I grueling one and half hours later I back away from the cliffs. This walk was scary – every now and then you are walking along a little much trail (like those in the middle of a paddy field – if you have ever walked through a paddy field you’ll know what I mean, with a steep rocky drop on one side). There were an occasional Jonathan and Fletcher to give me company.

 

After a while I could not keep up the pace and the focus and chickened out. As with all things in life, when you are doing something for an objective instead of the sake of doing it, your fears and difficulties multiply. I started to walk away for the cliff and cut across some fields and ran into some women who had a real map (yes, I didn’t have a real map – yes, I am slightly crazy). I seemed like I was less than half way there to Porthcurno and there was only 25mins to 5 when the last bus was. I hurried along and 15mins later reached a main road that said that Porthcurno is only 1.25 miles away. And I was pulling my last bit of energy together and started getting annoyed with myself for being so attached to the failures of reality and car came along and I had my ride to Porthcurno. A very friendly elderly lady who had been to India and said “At some level I know that some part of me is Indian” – I didn’t know what to say. She drove a little out of her way to drop me at Porthcurno.  I reached there few minutes before 5.00 in time for the bus and by now so thoroughly annoyed with myself for clinging so desperately to safety.

 

So I decided to do the only obvious thing, forget to bus and go sit on the beach. And I did just that and walked to the Porthcurno beach and say there till felt at home with my sense of struggly for having reached the place. And so a half and hour later when I headed back I noticed other troubled people trying to find a cab or some way to get out of there. I wasn’t overly bothered – would I miss my bus back from Penzance? Maybe. But then again maybe not – and sure enough there came the bus that I expected at 5.00 – a little bit of miscalculation and little bit of delay – but it was there just in time to pick me up when I had so conveniently finished with the beach.

 

Again I didn’t sleep to well on the over night bus back and I kept thinking of the ocean and cliffs and the wind. And I thought things I could say to myself when I had been weak at many times in my life and things that I could say to my friends when I had seen them weak. A trip like this is a very real experience, the beauty, the fatigue, the cost of a mistake, the realization if your own mortality are all very real things. This is the sort of trip that cut away many layers of flak that you accumulated on your thinking leaving you fresh and exposed and stronger.

 

Maybe I will do Cornwall again – maybe during this stay in the UK or maybe at some point later in life. Also now I have two places in the world that I would like to live the later years of life away from everything else – both may not happen, but its nice to know they are there – Bidar, Karnataka and Pendeen, Cornwall.

 

26th Monday June 2006.

 

 

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 Thursday, June 15, 2006

 

One of the solutions that did not make it into my yield paper (though I sort of liked it) was one that used “braiding”.

 

The problem here is to do a breadth first traversal of a binary tree. I was looking for a solution using my pet control operator yield. The braiding solution occurred to some months back as a consequence. The solution that finally made it into the paper was one based on a more traditional queue based breadth first traversal (BFT from now on) which did have better perf than the braiding solution. I am however documenting the braiding solution here because I think its elegant at some level.

 

So how would one do a BFT of a binary tree? Look at this entry for a slightly more detailed problem description. Simple, we start out by defining braiding.

 

Say you have two yield based iterators. These are just computations that yield values during their process of evaluation. These iterators yield values of type Maybe. For those unfamiliar with the Haskell type “Maybe”, here is a definition –

data Maybe a = Just a | Nothing

 

It simply says that a value of type maybe is either some actual value or the special value nothing. If you desperately need an analog, think of it as a pointer or a reference – it either points to some object or its null.

 

So a stream of maybe-values looks like this

x1 x2 # x3 x4 x5 # # x6 # ..

 

where the ‘x’ denote actual values and the # denotes occasional ‘Nothing’. If one had two such streams of values, then one can braid them as follows. Consider the stream of xs’ and the stream of ys.

 

x1 x2 # x3 x4 x5 # # x6 # ..

y1 # y2 y3 # y4 y5 # y6 y7 # ..

 

On braiding gives a single stream with that switches between the original streams every time it sees a Nothing. This results is a single stream like this –

 

x1 x2 y1 # x3 x4 x5 y2 y3 # y4 y5 # x6 y6 y7 # ..

 

This is how braiding works.

 

So how does one do a BFT? Simple, one recursively traverses the tree as follows –

  • If you are at a leaf, yield the leaf value and then yield a Nothing.
  • If you are at a branch, yield the branch value, a Nothing and then braid the iterators of the left and right branches.

 

Simple – that’s a breadth first traversal. If you look at the algorithm closely you will realize that final stream produced will be in the breadth first order but will also contain occasional Nothing values – the Nothing values will be precisely in the those places when values of one level deeper in the tree are being produced. (Of course, you don’t want to expose the Nothings you can add a filter and remove them).

 

The other important observation, which is also a requirement of the problem, is that the values used to resume the iterator will be available to the branches or leafs that yielded the corresponding value – hence tree reconstruction is trivial.

 

-- This a breadth first tree walk that reconstructs the tree from the

-- the return values of the yield. It is expands the tree one level at

-- a time and internally uses Nothing to communicate level changes.

bfTreeWalk :: Tree a -> Yield i a (Tree i)

bfTreeWalk tr = suppressMaybe $ bft tr

    where

    bft (L v) = do (Just v') <- yield (Just v);

                   yield Nothing;

                   return (L v')

    bft (B v t1 t2) = do (Just v') <- yield (Just v);

                         yield Nothing;

                         (t1',t2') <- braidMaybe (bft t1)(bft t2);

                         return (B v' t1' t2')

 

Here is the tree walk in Haskell. Even if you are not able to run or fully grok the Haskell code above, you should be able to use it as a guide to reconstruct the solution in your pet language.

 

The supporting braid and suppress functions are below –

 

-- Convert maybe values into real values by ignoring the Nothing.

-- 1 2 10 # 3 30 # 5 6 70 50 # 8 ...

-- Becomes

-- 1 2 10 3 30 5 6 70 50 8 ...

suppressMaybe :: Yield (Maybe i) (Maybe o) r -> Yield i o r

suppressMaybe yb = runMapY yb sM

    where

    sM Nothing = return Nothing

    sM (Just v) = do r <- yield v;

                     return (Just r)

 

-- Alternates two iterators, every time one yields a Nothing

-- 1 2 # 3 # 5 6 # 8 ....

-- 10 # 30 # 70 50 # 80 ....

-- and makes (where # is a Nothing)

-- 1 2 10 # 3 30 # 5 6 70 50 # 8 .. 80 ... ....

braidMaybe :: Yield (Maybe i) (Maybe o) r  -> Yield (Maybe i) (Maybe o) r -> Yield (Maybe i) (Maybe o) (r, r)

braidMaybe yb1 yb2 = bM (runYield yb1) (runYield yb2) True

    where

    bM (Iterator (Just v) k) it ord = do i <- yield (Just v); bM (k i) it ord

    bM it1 it2 False = do yield Nothing; bM it2 (resume it1) True

    bM (Iterator Nothing k) it True = bM it (k Nothing) False

    bM (Done v1) (Done v2) True = return (v1, v2)

    bM (Done v) it True = bM it (Done v) False

    resume  (Iterator Nothing k) = (k Nothing)

    resume it = it

 

The code above uses a monadic yield implementation and can as easily be expressed by any language which supports a good yield operator. (As of now I have a yield implementation for Haskell and Scheme and I believe Sid has ones for Python and Ruby (?))

 

At this point I should note that I was referred to the naïve implementation of BFT using nested lists by Simon Peyton Jones. The cods is below

 

breadthFirstTW :: Tree Int -> [Int]

breadthFirstTW t = concat (bft t)

  where

     bft :: Tree a -> [[a]]

     bft (L x) = [[x]]

     bft (B t1 t2) = b_zip (bft t1) (bft t2)

 

     b_zip :: [[a]] -> [[a]] -> [[a]]

     b_zip [] ys = ys

     b_zip xs [] = xs

     b_zip (x:xs) (y:ys) = (x++y) : (b_zip xs ys)

 

The essential idea behind the braiding traversal is not very different from that of the nested solution with the operational encoding of nested lists using Maybe. However looking at the nested list solution, at this point, it is not apparent to me how it can be extended to reconstruct the tree.

 

The implementation of the monadic yield that this relies on is documented in my paper which I hope to put up on my academic website soon enough.

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 Monday, June 12, 2006
  Rotor 2.0 

I was attending a talk by Andrew Kennedy today when I heard that Rotor 2.0 has been released. So it has the Shared Source version of the cool new C# compiler and such. Fun Fun.

Download

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 Wednesday, June 07, 2006

 

A romance with musicals which started with Jesus Christ Super Star a few years back, is coming back. JCSS was brilliant – amazing music, amazing lyrics, very interesting characters – a very interesting shift of perspective. Very cool. I remember watching JCSS completely for the first time at Deepak’s place back at Bangalore – at one of our many of dinner + music sessions where Deepak would treat us to the pleasures of the local vegetarian home delivery service and his beautiful taste in music.

 

If you have not watched JCSS, it is highly recommended –

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0275434/

 

 

Since coming to Cambridge I have had a chance to sample many interesting things – vintage wines, abstract mathematical models such as pi calculus and category theory, involved pieces of software such as the Glasgow Haskell Compiler, programming paradigms such as STM and monadic yield, London, beautiful medieval cathedrals, beer festivals etc and some musicals.

 

Its the musicals that this entry is about. A few weeks I got to watch Rigoletto the opera – a live performance at the “Cambridge Corn Exchange”. I had originally expecting nothing – only by the mild curiosity that the brochure was and also intending to sample the often heard “stiff upper lip” British formal occasion.

 

What I saw were a lot nicely dressed older people who were very polite and very at-ease. Rigoletto was in Italian with English subtitles displayed on a screen above the stage. As I watched Rigoletto, minor details like there actually nude women on the stage got swept aside and the power of music and metaphors started to take over. I started not to notice the gasps from the audience about the directness of presentation and more on what would be going through these characters in the play, if it was all real.

 

After I left the opera, one of the last pieces “La donna e mobile” played in my mind for days afterwards. This is an English approximation of “La donna e mobile”

 

Woman is unpredictable, like a feather in the wind,

she changes her voice, and her thoughts

Always a sweet, pretty face,

in tears or in laughter, always lying

Woman is unpredictable, like a feather in the wind,

she changes her voice, and her thoughts

and her thoughts, and her thoughts

 

Always miserable, he that trusts in her

who confides in her, his unwary heart!

Yet nobody feels fully happy

who on that bosom doesn't drink love,

Woman is unpredictable, like a feather in the wind,

she changes her voice, and her thoughts

and her thoughts, and her thoughts!

 

This is being sung by an overly licentious Duke who is about to be murdered by an assassin paid by the jester of the Duke’s court. The assassin’s sister who usually woos his victim’s for him such that he can stab them when they are distracted now pleads with him to spare the Duke’s life. The assassin consents on the condition that someone else should come through the door who he will murder instead of the Duke. The jester wanted the Duke killed because he had dishonored his daughter. The jester’s daughter however overhears the conversation between the assassin and his sister and decides to sacrifices herself to save the Duke, despite knowing that he had cheated her. As all this unfolds one can hear the Duke singing in his room awaiting his mistress for the night, the assassin’s sister. Its delicate and is one of those climaxes that’s not easy to forget.

 

Beautiful.

 

Two days back I saw the Phantom of the Opera – honestly I don’t have many ways to describe this other than that it sent me reeling ever so often. Its brilliant, its powerful and it is so exquisitely done. Its one of those things that one has to put on their “to do list before you die”. As you watch the Phantom of the Opera so many layers unfold. It one of those things that awoke many sleeping ghosts in my mind.

 

 

 

In sleep he sang to me,

In dreams he came,

That voice which calls to me,

And speaks my name.

And do I dream again?

For now I find.

The Phantom of the Opera is there-

Inside my mind.

 

This is the version I saw -

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0293508/

 

Many tracks in the Phantom of the Opera hit you with the raw pathos comparable with Mukesh Chand Mathur (aka Mukesh) singing “Dost dost na raha” in Sangam or “Baharon Phool Barsao” of Mohammed Rafi in Suraj. Brilliant.

 

In short, I am hooked. Any suggestions for what I can watch next? I know that comparing with Verdi’s Rigoletto or Andrew Loyd Weber’s JCSS or Phantom of the Opera is a tall order – I don’t expect it to. I just want to sample some more real music.

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