Bibliographic record
Abstract
Part IThe.Butterflies "Go there, I don't know where.Bring back that, I don't know what".Russian proverb "Look at Lindsay," said Declan admiringly, "he doesn't give a fuck".It was the summer of 1985 and the three of them: Lindsay, Declan and Alice, were at an open-air festival in Paris, in some bois, it might have been the Bois de Vincennes.while the musicians were taking a break, Lindsay had sauntered from the audience onto the stage, grabbed a pair of sticks and started playing the drums.The three of them were staying at the same cheap hotel on the Rue Mouffetard in the 5ieme, dank from the squeeze of young backpacker bodies and a shower drain clogged by a mess of hair.Alice had arrived from Canada, from Montreal, a month ago, in May.A taxi had dropped her off at the top of a hill, near Rue de la Montaigne St Genvieve, and the farther she descended the rabbit hole warren of medieval streets the more deeply she fell in love.At the bottom of the rue Mouffetard there was a market teeming with life, the way scores of amoebas slide into each other and merge under a microscope, mating.At the street's very end there was a church, St Medard, behind which was a tiny park where dark green iron benches were impressionist paintings mottled by the shadows of chestnut trees.Mothers pushed babystrollers as though in slow motion.A cluster of old men played boules more slowly still, as though they had more hours in their lives than the babies did.Time was almost done away with.It was the most marvellous place Alice had ever been.She had come to Paris for the summer to learn French, or so she thought and told anyone who asked but, really, it was not why she was there.Declan, who was Irish, a Dubliner, had lived in Paris for more than a year.He got up early every morning to go to an office, where he worked as a translator.Alice was attracted to the lilt in his voice and his spiritedness."Alice, I'm a rogue, a rascal and a rapscallion" he announced proudly, some weeks into their relationship.
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How this classification was reachedexpand
Full frame machine prediction
Teacher imitationNot calibrated prevalence, not ground truth. Human validation pending. The Gemma side is a direct model label for every work in the frame, read from the title-only record. The Codex side is a classifier learned from the 10,348 direct Codex labels and calibrated to design-weighted sample rates; fields without enough sample support carry no Codex call. Candidate is the union of the two sides; consensus is their intersection. These outputs are machine_predicted_unvalidated and are not human labels.
Distilled classifier scores by category (both heads)
| Category | Codex | Gemma |
|---|---|---|
| Metaresearch | 0.000 | 0.002 |
| Meta-epidemiology (narrow) | 0.002 | 0.000 |
| Meta-epidemiology (broad) | 0.001 | 0.000 |
| Bibliometrics | 0.001 | 0.001 |
| Science and technology studies | 0.004 | 0.001 |
| Scholarly communication | 0.006 | 0.003 |
| Open science | 0.001 | 0.005 |
| Research integrity | 0.002 | 0.003 |
| Insufficient payload (model declined to judge) | 0.772 | 0.556 |
Machine scores (provisional)
The two teacher heads of the student model, read on this work. A score orders the frame for review; it never asserts a category, and the validation status ships verbatim with every row.
Baseline scores from an immature model (maturity gate not passed, 7 training rounds). Scores rank; they never assert a category.
score_only:v0-immature-baseline · verbatim from the scoring run: score_only means the number may rank works, and no category label ships from itClassification
machine, unvalidatedMachine predicted; a candidate call from one source (direct Gemma or distilled Codex), not a consensus.
How this classification was reached, model by model and score by score, is at the end of the page under "How this classification was reached".