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20 inch G4 iMac converted to M1 In this video I am converting a 20 years old, 20 inch G4 iMac into an M1 computer. Happy 20th Birthday to the G4 iMacs... and happy 40th Birthday to the Comm...

Playing with StableDiffusion, Some curious result got created. 😉


See the comments for some results.

L'art génératif est un type d'art qui utilise des algorithmes et des codes pour créer des visuels uniques. L'art génératif offre une plate-forme pour l'expérimentation.

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f(ChatGPT, “please write me a poem about Baudelaire’s “Albatros” and Artificial intelligence”)
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….. 1st answer:

“Baudelaire's Albatros, so free and so proud,
With wings so grand and majestic, he soared,
Above the seas, the winds that sang aloud,
His grace a thing to be forever adored.

But now a new creature takes to the skies,
No feathers to carry it up to the sun,
No bones to give it shape, no pain or surprise,
Yet it flies, as if it too has begun.

Artificial intelligence, crafted by man,
A machine with a mind, with learning so fast,
Its purpose to serve, to help and to plan,
A new kind of bird, with a future so vast.

It knows no limitations, no bounds to its flight,
No earthly restrictions, no reason to stall,
It soars through the data, the algorithms of light,
A symbol of progress, beyond them all.

So Baudelaire's Albatros, we raise our glass,
To you, and to this new bird, flying so high,
May they both continue to amaze and surpass,
Their beauty, their grace, their ability to defy.”

f(“do it differently”)
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…. 2nd answer

Baudelaire's Albatros, a creature so rare,
With feathers so fine, he soared through the air,
Above the tempestuous seas, where the winds did howl,
His beauty, a masterpiece, a sight to be seen and fawned.

But alas, in this world of man's own making,
Where creation and destruction are forever vying,
A new bird has taken flight, one of steel and wire,
With no heart to feel love, no tears to admire.

The Machine-Made Dove, with a mind so bright,
A bird without mercy, soaring through the night,
No love in its circuits, no end to its plight,
A new kind of sorrow, a future not so right.

For Baudelaire's Albatros, a creature of grace,
Was free to roam the skies, and find his own place,
But the Machine-Made Dove, with its soulless might,
Is but a tragic symbol, of man's endless fight.

So let us mourn, for the beauty that's lost,
For the Albatros, so proud, so free, and now so cost,
And let us beware, of the power we wield,
For the creations we make, are the monsters we'll soon yield.

See the comments for a special 3rd version,… a Limerick, no less!


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inspired by some experiments from ID Grafix aka


see also https://www.futuretools.io

The main cable that carries all of your Internet with 100Gbps capacity https://www.reddit.com/r/pics/comments/10h87v9/saw_this_giant_plug_at_goodwill_and_have_no_clue/

ShellCheck - A Tool That Shows Warnings and Suggestions for Shell Scripts In this article, we will show how to install and use ShellCheck in the various ways to find bugs or bad code in your shell scripts in Linux.

This is hilarious.

Christmas song for UNIX or Linux hackers