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Wish life was at least as explicable as The HMM, But alas! It's even more complex. You may understand The HMM one day, But not your life and interactions. In probability & statistics, A Markov chain or Markoff chain or a Markov Process, Named after the Russian mathematician Andrey Markov, Is a stochastic process that satisfies the Markov property And is usually characterized as "memorylessness". Imagine an urn experiment with replacement, Hidden Markov Model can be visualized likewise. ***Consider a hidden room with a genie inside, The room has N urns with n ***** in each.*** *The genie chooses an urn in that room, He randomly draws a ball from the urn. He then puts the ball onto a conveyor belt, Which is being observed for the sequence, Only the ***** on the conveyor are visible, Not the urns from which they were drawn. The genie has a procedure to choose urns, The choice of the urn for the n-th ball, It depends only upon a random number, And the choice of the urn for the (n − 1)-th ball. The choice of urn does not directly depend on The urns chosen before this single previous urn; Therefore, this is called a Markov process.* ***Hidden Markov models model complex Markov processes, Where the states emit the observations according to a distribution. One such example is a Gaussian distribution, In such a Hidden Markov Model, The state's output are represented by a Gaussian distribution.***
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
Markov Process & The Hidden Markov Model
V. the ballad of briseis my heart is of the flesh of figs, and that which i cannot touch: grainy sweet garnet nectar pretty to behold but easy to bruise no god shall speak for me, briseis for this fig-heart, like the heart of man craves art as it does god and though i know you not by name, but only pseudonym: blood, words, and love, we are kindred souls i'd like to believe that we are cut of the same cloth hewn of the same mound of clay (or cast into the same iron, i suppose for we became one another's anchor the day we met) i once told you, my dear briseis, that if you taught me symbiosis i would teach you love for you found pragma in philosophy cold markov's blankets freud's ego, plato's cave whereas i found pragma in alchemy's poetry chekhov's gun freud's neurotics, plato's human it means nothing. the alchemy lies beyond the chemicals, beyond the seed and the egg, beyond our festivals of atonement, beyond my prima materia and your unfulfilled magnum opus it lies in simple interdependence, the oceans, the heavens, the forests, the deserts, the storms, the famines, the herds of wildebeest, the colonies of ants, the beady dew on the spider web and the purling river shallows, our acrid mouths yearning for mother's milk, the boy who makes us cry at night, the fiery logs roaring against the cold air, the hoot-owls and the faces on the wall (our skeletons never did stay in the closet) bathed in that slow, hideous wonder those interplays of love and symbiosis as i drown and die in reverie once more pray that the stakes may be forever higher that i find those eternal elysian fields so long as our achilles lives to fight again we are more alike, than you or i would ever dare to admit, briseis so humor this fig-heart: hold me and tell me that it'll be all right
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:57 PM UTC
iliad, a poem | no. 5
V. the ballad of briseis my heart is of the flesh of figs, and that which i cannot touch: grainy sweet garnet nectar pretty to behold but easy to bruise no god shall speak for me, briseis for this fig-heart, like the heart of man craves art as it does god and though i know you not by name, but only pseudonym: blood, words, and love, we are kindred souls i'd like to believe that we are cut of the same cloth hewn of the same mound of clay (or cast into the same iron, i suppose for we became one another's anchor the day we met) i once told you, my dear briseis, that if you taught me symbiosis i would teach you love for you found pragma in philosophy cold markov's blankets freud's ego, plato's cave whereas i found pragma in alchemy's poetry chekhov's gun freud's neurotics, plato's human it means nothing. the alchemy lies beyond the chemicals, beyond the seed and the egg, beyond our festivals of atonement, beyond my prima materia and your unfulfilled magnum opus it lies in simple interdependence, the oceans, the heavens, the forests, the deserts, the storms, the famines, the herds of wildebeest, the colonies of ants, the beady dew on the spider web and the purling river shallows, our acrid mouths yearning for mother's milk, the boy who makes us cry at night, the fiery logs roaring against the cold air, the hoot-owls and the faces on the wall (our skeletons never did stay in the closet) bathed in that slow, hideous wonder those interplays of love and symbiosis as i drown and die in reverie once more pray that the stakes may be forever higher that i find those eternal elysian fields so long as our achilles lives to fight again we are more alike, than you or i would ever dare to admit, briseis so humor this fig-heart: hold me and tell me that it'll be all right
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konj Konj! Tako crn. Kao nebo. Miriše po malo funky. Večna inspiracija Za pesnika i bildera. Konj. Običan, ciganski ili Plemenit Kao Aleksandrov Bukefald Kao Markov Šarac Kao Veljkov Kušlja i Tomov Jolly. Obeležio veliki deo Istorije ljudske, Kao heroj ili kobasica, svejedno. Vuk’o je topove Vuk’o je plugove Nalickane dame u kočijama Mrcvaren bio po cirkusima. Konj. Jednom je čoveku odgrizao Sve prste sem palca I ovaj ga vezao Uštrojio I terao ga da gleda Kako mu prži i jede Muda.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Konj
Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire. Pants on fire, burning bright. And what chain, & what art? What the sinew? what the ****? Markov! Markov! chains on fire. On what wings does he aspire? And what hand at a rapid rate Dare ‘em hastily generate? In the forests burning bright, In the distant deeps and skies. Lo ‘n’ behold! what a symmetry! Did he smile his work to see? Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire. Pants on fire, burning bright. And what chain, & what art? What the sinew? what the ****? Python! Python! Monte Carlo, The chain order is so low. Product placement detected! Your PC may be infected!
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC
Ode to the probabilistic automaton