Month: March 2017
Head Spin
But I am an algorithm
But I digress I confess I am an algorithm
Even though I mask my machine with a bit more rhythm
I analyze I seek I divide I conquer I remind
Even though the corpora is too sparse to find
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Though the bagging and boosting are all you care to see
I must remind yall unsupervised learning did this to me
Gain and lift and entropy and sift and confidence on the curve
When the error matrix burnt you when you forgot to swerve
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Extreme gradients need to neutralized
Extreme interests trump liabilities realized
Moderate honey pots and lithsome traps can be seen
If not deleted the logs show you where you have been
the end is nigh
the end is nigh but nero plays on
the red queen lost but the emperor finally won
the clarinet was bright but piano crushed them all
for hot is the summer but pretty is the fall
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I am mixing up the tenses and I am mixing up my tapes
I am drawing in the curtains before setting fire to the drapes
I think I am seeing patterns but it may be shadows of packets gone
there may be roses in the garden but there is grass on the lawn
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I am creating a new genre and it is tough to be humble while doing so
I am hitting all the highs but missing all the lows
Hacking and Hunting and Coding and Punting on
You are still digesting decrypting while I am long gone