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That’s easy. They’re all coming with us!Even before we made the decision to move, we gave all our students a choice. They could follow us, or they could switch advisors if they wanted. Nobody chose the latter option.We had two PhD students graduate this spring. Then we have 5 PhD students who have passed their qualifying exams at UCSB, which means they will get their PhD degrees from UCSB. But they’re physically coming with us to UChicago anyway. Everything will be the same, except they’ll officially be “non-degree visiting students.” All of them have finished their course requirements for the PhD, so they just follow us to Chicago, keep doing research, and then come back for the PhD proposal and defense, and graduate.We also had two PhD students who were pre-qualifying. They both opted to transfer to UChicago. So not only will they go with us, but they will be officially UChicago students and will get their PhD from UChicago.Finally, we gave offers to 3 incoming PhD students this spring (2 students from China, and 1 student who is getting her MS from UCSB, Hi Jenna!). I also told them about this early. All 3 of them had enough faith in Heather and I to move to UChicago with us, which meant they did another formal PhD application to UChicago in May, were processed super-fast through the system and admitted. They will all join our lab in Chicago this September as first year UChicago PhD students.And my postdoc Bimal is moving with us as well. So yeah, the whole lab! No man/woman left behind… The biggest challenge was left for Mike Franklin (dept chair) and staff, who had to find room for us and the 11 people we were bringing to UChicago.PS: anyone who's read my writing about my students should understand I'd never do something where my students were negatively impacted for my benefit. After all, I'm the guy who didn't take a real sabbatical in 13 years because I couldn't figure out a way to do it without hurting my students.

Its one of those many ambiguous terms that people across AI, robotics and related fields are using these days. Even what used to be called large-scale SLAM in mobile robots is beginning to be called “life long learning”.For me, LLL is as broad as artificial general intelligence itself.As a human being every concept in my mind is multi-modal and I am able to draw incredibly abstract analogies between concepts.Just think about the concept “cat”: I know how a cat looks like, how it moves like, how it sounds like, how it feels like when I touch it, that it has dangerous claws, what it eats, that its a mammal so I can infer properties like “cats don’t lay eggs”. I am even able to apply a proverb such as “to bell the cat” to situations which have nothing to do with cats!Obviously, I didn’t acquire all these insights about cats in a single go. Rather learned them at different ages, attaching them to the same handle.Alternately, think about the concept of “money”. When I was maybe 3 years old, I learned that we could give cash currency to a shopkeeper in return for cookies and candies. Later watching grownups I realized you could even buy cars and houses with cash! When I moved to Europe, I could pay with my debit/credit card on a self-service machine at the super market: there is no physical exchange of anything, there isn’t even a human interaction there. Now in Seattle, I am able to pick up anything at Amazon Go, and just walk out!Yet I am somehow able to extend the concept of money exchange, to these entirely different sensory and actuation experiences!Unfortunately, we have no clue how to build systems that can integrate such diverse knowledge and representations even in “batch mode”, much less in an “online” or continuously updating setting.If you want to look at it narrowly, a key related practical problem in present ML applications is “transfer learning”.We don’t have good approaches to “transfer” the knowledge gained from one dataset/task to another related dataset/task.Its even hard to adapt a machine learning model across images of the same kinds of scenes captured with slightly different cameras [0].As machine learning models are increasingly being applied to higher level planning and control tasks, such as Atari game playing, researchers have explored how much transfer is achievable across models trained on slightly different tasks [1], with largely abysmal results.Another short term practical problem in the common ways of fine-tuning deep neural networks is that of “catastrophic forgetting”. If you have a neural network trained for one task/dataset, and you try to fine-tune it for a novel task/dataset, while it may benefit from its previous knowledge but it will “forget” how to perform the previous task!At the end of the day, such government research funding programmes are loosely defined to encourage activity in a broad area. Many faculty and industrial research labs will be writing grant applications to make the case that their existing and planned research is somehow related to LLL, and some will get money for those projects. I would expect the outcome to be a large set of papers and demos, and there will be a couple of internal conferences where all the grant recipients will get to share their learning and network - all nice and good - but given the underlying ambition which is AGI itself, don’t expect that the problem will be fully solved![0] The Visual Domain Adaptation Challenge[1] [1606.04671] Progressive Neural Networks

I was talking to a far-off relative who recently immigrated to Canada. She immigrated from Dubai, where she was living with her husband and kids. Worked as a government employee in Dubai, with all the perks that an Indian household is used to. She went on about how Dubai compares with Canada, how life was so much easier in Dubai, how there are no good restaurants to eat at here in Canada, and how difficult it will be to keep her kids “within the culture” after moving here. You could see a cloud of entitlement around her, if you are a Canadian that is. She went on about how difficult it was to get her PR in the first place, how many sleepless nights she had waiting for it, and she deserves a good life here after waiting so long to get here. I asked how long it took from start to finish, and she said “Oh, it took a full 9 MONTHS!”.20 years ago, when I was a kid, I remembered my parents thinking and discussing whether we should move to Canada. We were living in Africa at the time, there was no internet and resources were scarce. At that time, you would request an application package from the Canadian Embassy and they would send the package by mail to you to fill out and send back. We waited for weeks, hoping that our mail reached them and that the application package would not be lost in transit to us.When the application package finally arrived, we knew we couldn't jump on the form, we had but one package of forms to work with. So, my dad took the form to a photocopier shop several kilometres away and got a bunch of copies taken. The shopkeeper was quite happy having received such good unexpected business from us. Next up was filling the form. Tech-savvy folks that we were, we figured we should type it up. My mom's typing skills came in handy - she felt she was destined to do this. My mom and I would trek every day to a typing school a few kilometres away and I would watch my mom roll up the papers into the typewriter and type up the answers exactly within the field. We brought white-out bottles with us for correcting the inevitable errors.After all of that, several reviews, and making sure we dotted all our I's, after praying for our golden application package's safe transit, we mailed it off to the embassy. Then, it was a wait. A long wait. A long long wait, where there were no tracking numbers, no application updates, no nothing. After a full 7 months, we got a mail telling us that our application was received and we need further documentation to be submitted.We did all that they asked. Then war broke out, and we left to India. It was a bureaucratic circus getting our file transferred to India for processing. My dad would call up CIC office and threaten to protest in front of their office if they didn't proceed with the processing.My school was in limbo. Every year when the school started, my parents would tell me, no point enrolling you, we are leaving for Canada soon. One month in, they would know it's not happening and would enrol me in. All my schoolmates knew I would leave for Canada, but that never was happening. They would joke that I was bluffing, that I was never going to leave.Then one day, we got our confirmations in the mail. After 5 years. After several calls, mails, one scary interview in Delhi and a lot of agonizing wait. How did it feel? I don't know about my parents, but I was in a trance. All I could think of at the moment was to go tell everyone who made fun of me, “ Seeya Losers! I'm outta here!” I obviously didn't do that. My parents probably felt a huge relief of gaining certainty in life, but also felt a huge surge of new uncertainty about a new chapter in life. Will they succeed there? Will we survive there? Will all be ok?My dad ended up working as a general labourer for several months, my mom too, after coming here. They didn't want us kids to feel anything, so they were super casual about it. But, it didn't escape us for one second that my father who was the head of R&D in India, and my mother who was a bank employee, were doing all these for us, for us to have a good life. It grounded us, put our feet firmly on the floor, and taught us to do whatever is necessary, for the people we love.Canada gave us a lot, we lost a lot too. My mom passed away before she could see us succeed here and my dad became a single parent unexpectedly. But, in the end , perhaps it was alright that we came here. I would have been a different person if I didn't come here. I would not have known what hard work meant may be, what being responsible meant, what being humble and modest means, what kind of person I wanted to be. Or maybe I would have been the same person wherever I was, I wouldn't know.As to my relative, she is back in Dubai now, claiming Child Tax Benefits for her three kids from here and living it up over there. Yes, she is perhaps “luckier” than me in life, but I feel I'm lucky too, just differently.