AI Search and Cotyledonic Polyembryony

I’ve started to embrace AI engines. The aging crank that I am has been reluctant to jump aboard too soon, but it turns out I was thinking about it all wrong. Instead of using it to lazily bypass the process of basic internet research, as its main purpose appears to be, I discovered that I can instead use it to bypass the bullshit copy/paste non-researched web articles themselves. A simple query returns aggregated, compiled, and distilled information; which I can then use to better refine my internet searches to find the actual information that most websites simply scrape and regurgitate. It was, perhaps, a slow revelationary process on my part.

Here’s a good example. One of my tomato starters had three initial leaves. I had never seen that before. My standard internet searching revealed that these first leaves that reside within the seed are called cotyledons. Sounds like a dinosaur to me, but okay. And as a seasoned gardener, I know that tomato seedlings have two cotyledons, not three. What was going on? It was time for Wikipedia to bestow me with closure.

But it didn’t. It just talked about the leaves themselves and their purpose, though not why there would be a non-standard number on a plant. Genetic mutation? Monsanto? Government conspiracy? Tell me!

That isn’t right! It’s some Damien shit right there. Mark of the beast!

But again, it didn’t. So I used an AI engine, and asked it why a tomato seedling would have 3 cotyledons. And it promptly told me that it’s rare, sometimes from genetic mutation, but usually resulting from polyembryony, which happens when more than one embryo forms within a single seed. Furthermore, it’s apparently a non-issue long term, though it causes early variations in normal growth patterns. Now that’s useful information, and also kind of fascinating.

And to drive the point home further, another one germinated, from a completely different variety!

Something in the water?

Most of the seeds I plant are ones I’ve saved, so this double occurrence is intriguing. Perhaps attributed to a statistical Poisson distribution, it could be an unintentional result of my decades-long solanum eugenics project.

Whatever the cause, I’ll be keeping a close eye on these samples. Maybe I’ll have developed new varieties! Or, more likely, the bigger achievement here is that I’ve finally dabbled in AI.

–Simon

Every Snow (Part 4)…

Twice in one year! It’s been cold winter. Polar vortex and such, again. I guess that’s cyclical – the weakening of the polar vortex that allows cold air to push south. Something like that. Anyway, here’s the February snow:

Not as much as January, but a lot more than last year.

–Simon

Crunch Time

“Say, you don’t look too good. The sight of blood bother you?”

“Only my own.”

-a brief exchange in John Wayne’s Big Jake.

I like that response, because I can usually stomach anyone else’s injuries, to an extent, while triaging my own injuries takes a good deal more mental fortitude. The fractured bone pushing against the inside of Liz’s ankle, however, was disconcerting. Fortunately I’ve had a lot of trauma training from ER nurses back in my Boy Scouts days, so a conditioned response kicked in and I was able to stabilize her skeletal structure for the trek to the hospital. Say what you will about the Boy Scouts (and I certainly have a number of my own opinions, especially the Texan troop I grew up with), but they did take measures to prepare us in advance of wilderness camping trips. I can still point out where all the major pinch points are on extremities which, given the right amount of pressure, will close an artery by squeezing it against bone. There were a number of visceral visual aids given with the addition of stage blood and some acting. Consequently, I can pride myself with having prevented a tissue rupture, which the ER doctor was very pleased didn’t happen. Husband win!

I won’t post any of the injury pics as that seems a bit ghoulish, so this is more for posterity’s sake. Here she is awaiting admittance:

Of course she didn’t look in such good humor once the adrenaline wore off, but I’ll keep those pics private for some personal memories. And the x-rays.

5 hours in the ER and a transfer to the main hospital campus and surgery and 2 days recovery. For a rotational multi-fracture. Ouchy.

What was she doing to receive such an injury? Oh just walking out to retrieve firewood in the cold and snow, AHA (against husband advice). Fortunately I went to go look for her before she went hypothermic. Sigh. The adventures we have.

Look at all that grey hair she’s giving me.

–Simon