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[softmaxai]

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[goodoldbandit]

Vision in Focus: The Art and Science of Computer Vision & Image Processing.

Sanjay Kumar Mohindroo Sanjay Kumar Mohindroo. skm.stayingalive.in An insightful blog post on computer vision and image processing, highlighting its impact on medical diagnostics, autonomous driving, and security systems.
 Computer vision and image processing have reshaped the way we see and interact with the world. These fields power systems that read images, detect objects and analyze video…

[teguhteja]

Adaptive Thresholding: Enhancing Image Processing for Text Recognition

Discover how adaptive thresholding enhances image readability for machine learning. This blog post explains the importance of this computer vision technique in text recognition and provides a step-by-step guide to implement it using OpenCV and Python.

Adaptive thresholding stands out as a powerful computer vision algorithm that significantly improves image processing and text recognition. This technique serves as an essential pre-processing step in various machine learning applications. In this blog post, we’ll explore how adaptive thresholding works, its implementation using OpenCV and Python, and its impact on enhancing text readability in…

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[krissym72]

How Can You Extend an Image with AI?

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[txttletale]

hey what’s up, i think you’re pretty cool but disagree with you on the whole ai can make art thing. to me, without the purpose from an actual person creating the piece, it’s not art but an image; as all human art has purpose. some driving factor in a work, compared to a program which purely creates the prompt without further intention. i was wondering what your insight on this is? either way, hope you have a great day

well, first of all, does art require 'purpose'? there's this view of art which has very much calcified in "anti-AI" rhetoric, that art is some linear process of communication from one individual to another: an Artist puts some Meaning into a unit of Art, which others can then view to Recieve that Meaning. you can hold this view, but i don't! i'm much more of a stuart hall-head on this, i think that there is no such transfusion of Intent and that rather the 'meaning' of a piece is something that exists only in the interplay between text and reader. reading is an active, interpretative process of decoding, not a passive absorptive one. so i dispute, firstly, that 'purpose' is to begin with a necessary or even imporant element of art.

moreover i think this argument rests on a very arbitrarily selective view of what counts as "an actual person creating the piece" -- 'the prompt' is, itself, an obvious artistic contribution, a place where an artist can impart huge amounts of direction, vision, and so on. in fact, i completely reject the claim of both the technology's salesman and its biggest detractors that genAI "makes art" -- to quote kerry mitchell's fractal art manifesto: "Turn a computer on and leave it alone for an hour. When you come back, no art will have been generated." in the past, i've posed questions about generative art pieces to demonstrate this

secondly, of course, the process does not end after image generation from prompt for serious generative artists--the ones who are serious about the artform (rather than tech guys trying to do marketing for the Magical Art Box) frequently iterate and iterate, generating a range of iterations and then picking one to iterate on further, so on and so forth, until the final image they choose to share is one that contains within it the traces of a thousand discrete choices on behalf of the artist (two pretty good explanations of this from people who actually do this stuff can be found here and here)

third and finally, that very choice to share the image is itself an artistic decision! we (and by we, i mean, anyone who cares about what art is) have been talking about this since fountain -- display is a form of artistic intent, taking something and putting it forward and saying 'this is art' is in and of itself an artistic decision being made even if the thing itself is unaltered: see, for example, the entire discipline of 'found art'. once someone challenged me, yknow, "if you did a google search, would that be art?" and my answer to that is, if you screenshot that google search and share it as art, then yes, resoundingly yes! curation and presentation recontextualizes objects, turning them into rich texts through the simple process of reframing them. so even if you granted that genAI output is inherently random computer noise (i don't, of course) -- i still think that the act of presenting it as art makes it so.

since i assume you're not familiar with anything interesting in the medium, because the most popular stuff made with genAI is pure "lo-fi girl in ghibli style" type slop, let me share some genAI pieces (or genAI-influenced pieces) that i think are powerful and interesting:

the meat gala, rob sheridan (warning: body horror!)

secret horses (does anyone know the original source on this?)

infinite art machine, reachartwork

ethinically ambigaus, james tamagotchi

mcdonalds simpsons porn room, wayneradiotv

software greatman, everything everything (the music is completely made by the band, but genAI was partially responsible for the lyrics -- including the title and the several interesting pseudo-kennings)

i want a love like this music video, everything everything

cocaine is the motor of the modern world, bots of new york

poison the walker, roborosewatermasters (here's my analysis posts on it too)

not all of these were necessarily intended as art: but i think they are rich and fascinating texts when read that way -- they have certainly impacted me as much as any art has.

anyways, whether you agree or not, i hope this gives you some stuff to think about, thanks for sharing your thoughts :)

[jesuistrestriste]

tashi duncan reading blog articles on her chunky computer written by athletes who have experienced similar injuries. two and a half months post-accident. she can still hear, feel, envision the snap and twist of her flesh.

clicking and scrolling mindlessly through the bits of text, her bad knee bouncing under her desk as her deep brown eyes pour over the words on the screen. she chews at her bottom lip, tasting the chapstick there from an hour earlier, and winces when her skin catches on her teeth a bit too much for her liking. the pixels start to prickle in her vision, and soon she can no longer comprehend what she’s looking at—only seeing specks of blue and red and green that somehow come together to make an image. it’s like she’s on some sort of hallucinogenic substance, seeing things where there is nothing and nothing where there is something. she thinks about the tournaments she's won in the past. then she thinks about patrick. then art. then back to the memory of her hands on a racket, her body being able to move without pause.

tashi thought that reading about the lives of other sports-focused, unfairly maimed individuals would make her feel better about her deeply-rooted fear that she will never play tennis again, but she starts to feel sick enough to pass out when she reads the same rhetoric being spewed across five different posts.

“i’m accepting where my life is going from here.”

“maybe this is where my story as a — player ends, and i’m okay with that.”

“i’ve begun trying to love the evidence of my injury. i can’t change what’s happened, so i have no choice but to tend to my wound and move on.”

her eyes sting, her throat clutched by an unseen force. she finds her jaw flexing, tightening, and then her fists are banging against the surface in front of her—pounding with an egregious amount of sadness and rage that she’s bridled until now. her sobs feel like defeat, her tears like hot acid rain on her cheeks. they come and they come and they come until she catches sight of the scar-fading cream sat at the corner of her desktop. bought with her own money; incredibly expensive. her feet push down against the ground faster than she can process, her frame launching up from her chair, her open hands flying out to grab the small container and throw it across the room. as she pivots to do so though, the plastic pot of nourishing denial hitting the wall and denting it, her lower limb turns in nearly the exact same way it had on march 2nd. she squeals, falling to her carpeted floor, and holds her leg as it instinctively curls in against her chest for protection. she squeezes it beneath her trembling palms the same way she had back then, cradling it like every part of herself that she once found admirable is spilling out from the sensitive, puffy blemish and she just can’t bear it. she gasps desperately, fighting every urge to lie down and writhe until she finds a good reason to get up.

“please,” she begs through whimpered cries, not even knowing if she believes in a god anymore if they could be this cruel, “please, please, please, please.. i’ll do anything..”

and she would.

anything it would take to make the hurt stop.

[philtrashnumber66]

fascinated by your banner image. what drove you to create that

ALZGJAGSKDJ oh you mean this 💀

it's a reference to this episode of the magnus archives. I'll summarize below the cut but TLDR: person is haunted by a 17 hour video of a dead guy eating a computer. Basically Dan and Phil are paranormal entities trapped inside the internet and they torment me with visions every time I look at my screen

So the story starts with this urban legend about a man who tries to upload his consciousness into his computer in order to live forever, dying horribly in the process. The narrator of the story downloads a chatbot claiming to be this man, living forever on the internet in horrible pain. The program overwhelms her laptop and when she shuts the machine off it stays on the screen. Then it switches to a disturbing webcam video of a man eating his computer. She tries to ignore it but the video appears on her TV, and then on every screen she looks at. It follows her like that for a month. Finally, she sits down to watch it to the end and get it over with. The whole thing is seventeen hours of a man gruesomely eating his computer piece by piece until he dies. So yeah anyways it just kind of reminds me of Dan and Phil lol <3

[alltimecharlo]

hi! 😊 um, if you're still taking prompts, maybe Will with a small child (one of the older players' kids or a little fan?) and Mack simply unable to compute that image? Maybe even imagining Will with a kid with Mack's wide smile and Will's beautiful curls? anyways, thank you for your wonderful work, and the fics have been AWESOME

thank you so much!! 🥹 and uh YES a million times over. kid fics are my absolute kryptonite - fic under the cut! <3

Mack isn’t sure what he’s looking at.

Scratch that—he knows what he’s looking at. He’s just not sure how his brain is supposed to process it.

Will is crouched in the middle of the team lounge, one hand braced on his knee, the other holding a juice box for a toddler who couldn’t be more than three years old. The kid’s wearing an oversized Sharks jersey that nearly swallows him whole, and he’s staring up at Will like he’s some kind of superhero.

Which, fine. Mack gets it. Will does look kind of like a superhero sometimes. Blond hair all tousled and golden in the overhead lights, blue eyes that crinkle when he smiles, stupid perfect cheekbones. Even his laugh sounds like it was engineered in a lab to make people fall in love with him.

But still.

Watching him hold a juice box steady while making a lion sound to get a gummy smile from a kid who’s got applesauce on his chin?

Mack is toast.

"You okay over there?" Toff nudges him with an elbow, smirking.

"I—what?" Mack blinks, realizing he's been staring. Probably with his mouth open.

"You look like you're watching a nature documentary. Like Will's a rare bird."

Mack scowls and elbows him back, but his eyes flicker back to the scene in front of him involuntarily.

Will is now sitting cross-legged on the floor, letting the kid tug at the strings of his hoodie. He’s laughing, completely unbothered. The kid babbles something unintelligible, and Will nods like he totally gets it. "Yeah, that’s what I said too, buddy."

Mack’s heart actually hurts a little.

The kid’s dad—Wenny, who’s just back from injury and brought his son to practice—finally jogs over. "Sorry, sorry," he says, scooping the toddler up into his arms. "He likes you more than me now. I should be offended."

Will grins. "What can I say? I’m great with kids."

And that’s when it happens.

Mack has a vision so sudden and vivid it almost knocks him backward.

Will, barefoot in a sunlit kitchen, balancing a giggling toddler on his hip. The kid’s got wild curls, bright and unruly, but it’s the smile that hits Mack like a freight train. That wide, gummy, dimpled smile—his smile. But Will’s eyes. Their kid. Their kid.

Mack coughs, nearly chokes on air.

Will looks over, brows knitting. "You good, man?"

"Fine," Mack croaks, waving him off.

Will walks over, hands in his pockets, head tilted. "You sure? You look kind of flushed."

Mack shrugs, trying to play it cool. He’s not cool. He’s the opposite of cool. His entire internal operating system just rebooted.

"Didn’t know you were a baby whisperer," he says, aiming for casual.

Will shrugs, still smiling. "Guess I got the touch."

Mack makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Something like you really do but mercifully doesn’t say it out loud.

They start walking toward the locker room together. Mack keeps sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye. He can still see it—the domestic softness of it all. Will in sweatpants, toddler on his lap. Will reading bedtime stories. Will saying our kid.

He’s in hell.

"You ever want kids?" he blurts.

Will blinks. "Uh. Yeah. I think so. Someday. Not, like, now obviously."

Mack nods, a little too fast. "Cool. Coolcoolcool."

Will eyes him. "Why? You wanna co-parent or something?"

Mack nearly trips over his own feet.

Will cackles. "I’m kidding, dude. Relax."

But Mack is not relaxing.

Because co-parenting doesn’t sound like a joke. It sounds... kinda perfect.

Will opens the locker room door and holds it for him. "You coming or what?"

Mack exhales, dragging a hand down his face. He follows Will in.

Still thinking about chubby toddler fingers gripping Will’s hair and sleepy giggles and Will kissing their kid goodnight.

Yeah. He’s so screwed.

♡

[softmaxai]

Debunking Some Common Misconceptions About AI and Computer Vision

The advancements in artificial intelligence and computer vision over the last few decades have transformed every aspect of our lives. However, the resistance to accept change and novelty in human nature has led to the spread of some misconceptions. Let's analyze some of the common misconceptions about computer vision and artificial intelligence development.

[askablindperson]

In what way does alt text serve as an accessibility tool for blind people? Do you use text to speech? I'm having trouble imagining that. I suppose I'm in general not understanding how a blind person might use Tumblr, but I'm particularly interested in the function of alt text.

In short, yes. We use text to speech (among other access technology like braille displays) very frequently to navigate online spaces. Text to speech software specifically designed for blind people are called screen readers, and when use on computers, they enable us to navigate the entire interface using the keyboard instead of the mouse And hear everything on screen, as long as those things are accessible. The same applies for touchscreens on smart phones and tablets, just instead of using keyboard commands, it alters the way touch affect the screen so we hear what we touch before anything actually gets activated. That part is hard to explain via text, but you should be able to find many videos online of blind people demonstrating how they use their phones.

As you may be able to guess, images are not exactly going to be accessible for text to speech software. Blindness screen readers are getting better and better at incorporating OCR (optical character recognition) software to help pick up text in images, and rudimentary AI driven Image descriptions, but they are still nowhere near enough for us to get an accurate understanding of what is in an image the majority of the time without a human made description.

Now I’m not exactly a programmer so the terminology I use might get kind of wonky here, but when you use the alt text feature, the text you write as an image description effectively gets sort of embedded onto the image itself. That way, when a screen reader lands on that image, Instead of having to employ artificial intelligences to make mediocre guesses, it will read out exactly the text you wrote in the alt text section.

Not only that, but the majority of blind people are not completely blind, and usually still have at least some amount of residual vision. So there are many blind people who may not have access to a screen reader, but who may struggle to visually interpret what is in an image without being able to click the alt text button and read a description. Plus, it benefits folks with visual processing disorders as well, where their visual acuity might be fine, but their brain’s ability to interpret what they are seeing is not. Being able to click the alt text icon in the corner of an image and read a text description Can help that person better interpret what they are seeing in the image, too.

Granted, in most cases, typing out an image description in the body of the post instead of in the alt text section often works just as well, so that is also an option. But there are many other posts in my image descriptions tag that go over the pros and cons of that, so I won’t digress into it here.

Utilizing alt text or any kind of image description on all of your social media posts that contain images is single-handedly one of the simplest and most effective things you can do to directly help blind people, even if you don’t know any blind people, and even if you think no blind people would be following you. There are more of us than you might think, and we have just as many varied interests and hobbies and beliefs as everyone else, so where there are people, there will also be blind people. We don’t only hang out in spaces to talk exclusively about blindness, we also hang out in fashion Facebook groups and tech subreddits and political Twitter hashtags and gaming related discord servers and on and on and on. Even if you don’t think a blind person would follow you, You can’t know that for sure, and adding image descriptions is one of the most effective ways to accommodate us even if you don’t know we’re there.

I hope this helps give you a clearer understanding of just how important alt text and image descriptions as a whole are for blind accessibility, and how we make use of those tools when they are available.

[bxllydxnnabxtch]

The Absence of Nothing

Nolan Grayson x Reader

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Summary: A recent leave of absence has brought on a peculiar malfunction in your abilities. How long is it until that absence consumes you?

Warnings: arguing, mentions of not eating.

“Cipher.”

That one, booming word and a hand on your shoulder had your brain turning to static and your consciousness being ripped out of the sprawling lines of code you’d just inhabited. You jumped in your seat, your heart leaping into your throat as you spun around in your chair to find the culprit. You heaved a sigh when your eyes settled onto your husband, the fear that had struck your heart disappearing with the familiar image.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You said, your heart still restlessly thumping against your ribcage. “I always do.” Nolan said, a slight furrow in his brow as he heard the raging thrum of your heartbeat. “Never this much though.” He added, a slight downturn to his lips as he regarded you. You waved him off, a hand coming to pinch the bridge of your nose as you groaned. “Sorry.” You offered, your back caving from the perfect posture you were so used to executing at work. You sunk back into the couch, your body silently thanking you for the much needed reprieve. “I guess I’m just extra jumpy.”

“It’s unlike you to work on your days off.” He said, rounding the couch and sinking down into the plush cushions beside you. “It doesn’t help that you used my hero name.” You joked, a light smile gracing your features, though when your eyes caught his you realized he didn’t share in your amusement. Your smile faltered, and you huffed softly. “I wasn’t working.” You conceded, biting your inner cheek to retain some form of comfort in the way your brain had been jerking you around lately. “I was thinking.” You lied, the phrase smooth and easy as it rolled off your tongue. His expression only hardened. He didn’t believe you. At all. 

“Well if you keep thinking like that you’ll fry your drive and be sleeping for the next week.” He said, the phrase both a reprimand and an invitation. “I know my limits Nolan.” You shot back, a roil of anger boiling to life in your chest. He cocked a brow, his lips pursing as he registered your change in demeanor. “Then I’d like to know the reason as to why you’ve been testing them lately.” 

It was true. The deep circles under your eyes proved it. You couldn’t sleep, barely ate. Just endlessly wrapped up in lines of code, a myriad of tabs open in your head you had no way of closing. It was like a black hole, sucking you in deeper each night with every attempt to close your eyes. “I can’t stop it.” You admitted, hands coming to drag down your face, the feeling of your own skin feeling foreign to you. Fuzzy, like your brain couldn’t process being grounded in reality. 

“You can’t stop it?” He echoed, watching as your brain worked overtime to register the situation. You never acted this slow, this.. out of it. “It’s like my brain is running away from me- I mean I’ve always had a grip on the controller but it’s like I’ve looked down and all the buttons disappeared. I don’t know which is which and I just always end up back in my head. I can’t shut it off- I’m a human fucking computer and I can’t even work my own system.” You ranted, that familiar fuzziness creeping back into your vision. You shook your head, willing yourself to stay in the present. A hand met your back, and you melted into the touch, your body sagging in relief as the extra strain of keeping yourself grounded seemed to dissipate. “We can get you help.” He said the words casually, as if the solution were the simplest thing in the world. “We can talk to Cecil.” 

The sentence had you lurching away from his hand, your face contorting as if he’d just slapped you. “Absolutely not.” You said, a low ringing taking up residence in your head as your brain picked up the extra effort of keeping yourself grounded. “I’m not letting that maniac poke around in my head. I may work for him but I’d never let him touch me! Have you seen what he’s done to Immortal- to Donald? That man may protect the public, but god does he torture the living.”

Nolan flinched as you jumped away from him, his hand almost chasing your presence. Your eyes flashed with those familiar green ciphers as you were sucked back into your head momentarily, your hand flying to grip the edge of the couch, clawing at your conscience, begging to stay coherent. “He can help you, he has the tech-”

“No!” You repeated, the incessant ringing growing louder, filling your head with static and making your body flinch with the intensity. You stood up, praying the action would help settle the void in your head, pleading the ringing would fill the absence your autonomy left when it was pried from your grip. “I’m not some lab rat. My ability isn’t an opportunity- I’m not a weapon.” You doubled down, your heart clenching at the thought that Nolan would even consider the possibility. 

“I understand that.” He said, rising from his place on the couch as well. “But if something is wrong we need to fix it. You can’t run yourself into a wall and then expect everything to be in tip top shape. And you certainly can’t go back to work like this, you’re not sleeping.” He said, his voice raising slightly. The ringing had completely overtaken your hearing by the time he’d stopped talking, the volume beginning to consume you. A stabbing pain split through your head, and you doubled over at the feeling. Nolan flinched as the ringing began emitting from inside your head, the sound a near death tone as you let out a panicked gasp.

It reached a peak, your eyes shifting back into that green code as the TV playing idly in the background flicked to static. All at once the ringing went silent, your eyes dimming into black voids, much like the place you were sucked into as your body went limp and crashed to the floor. No lines of code, no tabs. You got your wish, no longer plagued by the endless ciphers keeping you captive. Just endless absence. Cultivated nothingness.

[teguhteja]

Unlocking the Power of OCR and Computer Vision Projects

Discover the power of OCR and Computer Vision projects! This comprehensive guide explores cutting-edge techniques, from text extraction to face recognition. Learn how these technologies are transforming industries and unlocking new possibilities in visual

Optical Character Recognition (OCR) and Computer Vision projects have revolutionized the way we interact with visual data. As a result, these technologies have become increasingly popular among developers and data scientists. In this blog post, we’ll explore a diverse range of OCR and Computer Vision projects, providing insights into their practical applications and implementation…

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Simplify Art & Design with Leonardo's AI Tools!

Leonardo AI is transforming the creative industry with its cutting-edge platform that enhances workflows through advanced machine learning, natural language processing, and computer vision. Artists and designers can create high-quality images and videos using a dynamic user-friendly interface that offers full creative control.

The platform automates time-consuming tasks, inspiring new creative possibilities while allowing us to experiment with various styles and customized models for precise results. With robust tools like image generation, canvas editing, and universal upscaling, Leonardo AI becomes an essential asset for both beginners and professionals alike.

#LeonardoAI

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