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Science Daily recently published an article entitled, “Computer ‘Trained’ to Classify Pictures and Videos Basing on Elements They Contain” “University of Granada researchers have developed a new computer technique that allows to “train” computers to interpret the visual contents of a video or picture. This advance will allow to classify automatically pictures basing on whether individuals or specific objects are present in such images. Videos can also be classified according to specific poses.” And ChatBots.Org has a video interview with Hugh Loebner. Worth the read and look to tickle the inner geek. I remember talking with someone in 2000 about...

Today I found God! In the palm of my hand… In him I trust, to pay My daily quarter-pound ham. Obliged by my deity to spend Sweet insatiable demands. My God is generous and wants me to have; Minivans, and drive-throughs, superficial devotions, Better job performance, less headaches and more sex, The more I have, the more I wish I had less… Great pleasure-seekers addicted to routine! Save my soul savings for satisfaction guarantees… Humor me please, real people, real beef, I am what I eat; domesticated meat. Sweet liberty never felt so free, When I spend my freedom on...

The devil hides in the madness of the masses. Not in the actions of the few. True enemy, a great deception, but who are we to deceive? I, ourselves, you, or me? That great foe of any people lies not in prejudice determined by color, race, or creed. It hides within the power hungry drive of a people, The united whim, blind by their own wants and greed. So who am I to point and speculate blame, At any one christian, muslim, man or saint? When the fool in each of us drives, All the world insane.

Never-mind the never-ends Their world is round and spins It wont stop, its seasons change It wont pause for life to stay The same as it behaved just yesterday Never-mind those never-ends Nothing waits as life revolves In a spinning space that knows no bounds Where somewhere little beings stand quite tall On their little pavement covered ball Very-minding the always-wheres The always-is and always-wills Better-thans and better-ares So completely and fully in charge Then one day some obvious change Came into play as it could and may It wouldn’t see them regardless how great Nor mind their efforts to...

Nomadic Scriptures by the insane i come from nowhere and will probably end the same who am i then, not lost but forever wondering through my nowhereland… along the way a man enlightened, so proud and great, he knew to teach me the way and directed me to… confide my soul to priests that boast possession over faith and suffer religion to devalue god into another cheapened artifact to fear but i, truly mad, chose to suffer hell in life rather than surrender myself to the proud and blind Nomadic Scriptures from an unsound mind i come from nowhere and...

in the land of once-upon-a-time the wind fell silent and the sky came to a halt over unending desert where there where once rivers, now cracks of sick earth, all water turned to salt, a funeral for the last true plant that dies then withers where the uncultivable of animal, displeasing to the palate, lie in bone short-term greed reaps the proud seeds so long ago sown in slow aftermath only manufactured impressions of life remain when the only way of life is under artificial light menacingly gnawing at the skin of superficial creatures who became alien to their own...

Spare me the company, friend or love Deity, heaven, or all of the above If love means to be loved for what I’m not And salvation received from another that’s just as lost When I know so well — it’s easy to tell, Paradise has no place for me, Disfavored by grace, freely I’ll follow those who fell Left to my own devising, I plant myself a garden just outside of hell

Those that had little to begin with know they need less Those that knew naught but wealth are truly repressed Neither fortune, nor fame spares a lonely end And even the greatest legends and legacies fade away Friends come and go, and family might stay, but come what may All I will ever have is myself and the little moments of today Let the world convince me that I am but a menial dreamer Beautiful naivety, my dreams are sweet and I’ll be freer Let all strangers blind me with a thousand musts and needs Rather ambitiously, my nothings are...

The old man dies and the young man crawls The sick do the same and the poor knows all But some rise to hold their head high fearless of the night that falls disregarding come what mays or all the grievances of yesterdays true beauty is forged from chaos and in that beaten down moment of hopeless loss neither god nor martyr will know a greater heaven than the undaunted pauper who simply laughed at fate

tirelessly, I battle invisible monsters, and combat fate along a journey I chose long ago. no rest, where can I go? to flee those inescapable demons and doubts. greater men had died for less… than relentless ideals or artificial ambitions. circumstantial successes, have seen many lost in a bubble. those that live free are truly sublime, and freedom is the conquest of fear. ascension of the divine… I am the consequence of what I choose to believe, and the power of choice, none other but mine. a delicate balance of perspectives, perception is but opinion, and hardship but a point...

Alexis (By Tanja The Awesome) just finished a new how-to on how to attain the perfect duckface. I’ll be practicing.

hope is the mother of misery i find myself growing weary of her presence and outlasting tests of time to beg mercy of an invisible god that isn’t there nor doesn’t care and re-invent reasons to endure attempt after trial, unto my last breath make-believe defeat, faithlessness is a passing cure even the strongest can’t persist indefinitely

dead trends, and lost feelings leave vacant bodies where a man’s soul would be infatuated by commodities and small talk washed out love songs, and greeting card cliches everything can be had, even love, but is it true? a civilized life is stripped of meaning I take comfort in knowing I can die sweet solitude, there’s no place I’d rather be and no other company I’d rather keep hiding within myself I find refuge in dreams

But hey, as long as they pay I

analyzing life stopped in the middle of a thought i caught myself again, contemplating end left to brush off nightmares i simply can not mend nevertheless… despite all, i still am and strength is heaven sent if i could i would run fast, hard, and far the spirit will scar just as easily as the body does if you’re naive enough to care… so i choose to hold no grudges and turn away hurt pondering past wrongs is to give them more attention than they deserve bygones be forgiven, lest enemies change me for the worst if life’s a stage...

lovely underneath looks can deceive my aspiration is to create a masterpiece the only true possession i have is me therefore, playing god, i create myself from nightmares and dreams respect of wealth is to disrespect the self no legacy will last, regardless of how great everything that is shares the same fate; an end never to be seen or heard from again all in good time… lights in the darkness muses have conquered their essence ascension to the divine is refinement of the soul pure in all its intentions, true creation is genuine an expression from the core unclouded...

intellectual decay starting out struggling, most genius never sees the light of day the clutches of poverty breed self hate as for survivors… to stand out from the rest is a bitter fate a novelty item to be used, scolded, and discarded those that break; Suicide takes as its dearly departed it’s a pleasant addiction to loose yourself in material wealth self worth is a trophy on a well dusted shelf, and enlightenment for sale in aisle twelve strangely enough, everyone is a slave forced to participate the devil’s reincarnate is the toil for money and success regarding the value...