Out to dinner. Where?
Many years ago I was an avid reader of science fiction. I liked it so much that, while supposedly working
on my M.S. degree in geophysics, I took time out to submit a
story to Amazing Stories, which at the time was the premier magazine of that
type in the world. In due course I
received a polite rejection from the head editor, who encouraged me to try
again. Real life intervened and I never
did. That’s probably for the better, but
who knows?
Anyway, I vividly remember a short story from those days, in
which a computer was being awarded the Nobel Prize in medicine – for curing
cancer. It made an acceptance speech, if
I recall correctly. Did it wear a
tux? Or an evening gown? Can’t remember.
So, maybe that wasn’t such a far-fetched concept. Dick Ingwall, trapped in his house like me by
gale force winds ripping through the Borrego Valley, has studied the NY Times and come up with the following
article, which I will comment upon shortly.
The deal is, sequencing DNA has become so easy, rapid and
cheap that it is possible to take a sample of a tumor and quickly and economically determine which of
its genes are mutated. This doesn’t get
you very far, however. Some of these
mutations will turn out to be harmless and should be ignored. Others are probably harmful, but it isn’t
always apparent how they harm, nor what you can do to stop them. Here is where Watson comes in. Watson is the IBM super-computer that apparently
just starred on Jeopardy. Watson is busily devouring the abstracts
of medical articles – it is up to 23 million or so. Give Watson a list of mutations and it will
spit out a list of drugs, or drug cocktails that might help. Then, of course, humans enter the picture.
Obviously, Watson can only make suggestions based on the
reported research. If the research is
crap, Watson will mislead. That’s hardly
Watson’s fault. The familiar adage “garbage
in, garbage out” applies, even to a super-computer. We need lots of basic research for Watson to
devour. Lots of good basic research.
This approach to cancer therapy is going to be tested on a
group of 20 victims of a nasty form of brain cancer, glioblastoma. Prognosis from glioblastoma is dismal. Let’s hope Watson gets it right.
Sigh. We did have good times--wonderful times. We are at the airport restaurant in Borrego Springs. She gave me the pink shawl I am wearing. I now have the necklace she has on. I didn't take the blue poncho because we bought identical ones when we took the train trip to Vancouver. I treasure these connections.
ReplyDeleteContrary to what I just wrote, of course there is an airport at Borrego Springs, and of course that's where this picture was taken - Assagio's Restaurante Italiano.
DeleteCool! Sounds fantastic.
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