About me

My name is Chuan Luo (“罗川” in Chinese) and you can also call me Luke. FYI, my English name Luke is inspired by the Bible, and Gilmore Girls (an American drama series). Currently, I’m a fifth year PhD student majoring in Computer Science at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Institute of Automation (CASIA). On this blog, I mostly write about my life and work.

At CASIA, I work with Prof. Daniel Dajun Zeng. My research focuses on Social Influence Analysis and Causal Inference in social media. I also work on applications in Smart Health. In general, I want to answer the question of how people influence each other, and how to promote desirable behaviors (i.e., vaccination and quitting smoking) in crowd. Previously, I was an undergraduate from College of Computer Science, Sichuan University. There, I worked with Prof. Yi Zhang and Prof. Jiancheng Lv at the Machine Intelligence Lab. We had conducted an interesting Voice Conversion project.

I love reading, mostly literatures. I think Haruki Murakami is a fascinating writer. Regarding to movies, my favorite one is Eat Drink Man Woman (a.k.a., “Yin shi nan nu”) directed by Ang Lee. Speaking of music, I like the cello.

I try my best to become a good craftsman, creating things (i.e., computer programs, stories, paintings, music and food, among others) with my own hands and sharing them with my dear friends and families. ^_^

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue
or even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall

well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

Forgetfulness by Billy Collins