The first paragraph reminds me of the following from The Joy Luck Club.
It started to rain again, just a light rain. The people from downstairs called up to me once again to hurry. And my thoughts became more urgent, more strange.
I asked myself, what is true about a person? Would I change in the same way the river changes color but still be the same person? And then I saw the curtains blowing wildly, and outside rain was falling harder, causing everyone to scurry and shout. I smiled. And then I realized it was the first time I could see the power of the wind. I couldn’t see the wind itself, but I could see it carried the water that filled the rivers and shaped the countryside. It caused men to yelp and dance.
I wiped my eyes and looked in the mirror. I was surprised at what I saw. I had on a beautiful red dress, but what I saw was even more valuable. I was strong. I was pure. I had genuine thoughts inside that no one could see, that no one could ever take away from me. I was like the wind.
I threw my head back and smiled proudly to myself. And then I draped the large embroidered red scarf over my face and covered these thoughts up. But underneath the scarf I still knew who I was. I made a promise to myself: I would always remember my parents’ wishes, but I would never forget myself.
I can't without doxxing myself sadly. The image vision detection is built into the SoC, no clue about the underlying library but it is programmable to a degree, so I assume it must be OpenCV
Have similar personal app except that it is for grocery list. It starts with the meals desired and once selected, give you the grocery list of what to get.
Interesting, so what makes an asset class investable or not? For me I think its will there be a continuing market given that it requires adult participation. I think Pokemon will no long be as there is a need for attachment when young and kids these days have more alternatives.
Thanks for responding. I actually tried to build an economic framework to determine what makes an investable asset class. I came up with the following 4 major areas, with each having 2 sub-areas.
Yep, I am different because I focus on helping readers find books they will LOVE (not just like).
So, I am trying to figure out why readers like specific books and how to get a book in front of them with a higher chance of them loving it. I am trying to build a Book DNA profile of each reader and see if I can use that data to deliver a better recommendation to them. I am hoping to increase excitement around reading if I can achieve this.
The second focus is on helping readers browse and explore books in new/fun/unique ways. This is where I started, as it was an easier place to get going, and we've asked over 12,000 authors and experts to share five books around a topic, theme, or mood they are experts in or passionate about. We are trying to connect those in fun ways so you can follow your curiosity through the website. And we have a lot more crazier ideas coming :).
The third focus is to build a strong community around sharing what books I love and celebrating them.
I too have ideas from back in the days and with LLMs it's easy to get started. Previously the activation energy was high but with LLMs you get the basic scaffold in place and then take it from there. Is your friend also working on it? Don't give up, ideas like this are like fine wines, am sure you brain has been running a background process on this idea.
This is so cool. I had a similar idea that I did except this one was akin to virtual geocache. Your uploaded a file and could only see the file if you were 5meters within the gps coordinates. Now will take is inspiration from you and add music. Thanks for sharing.
It started to rain again, just a light rain. The people from downstairs called up to me once again to hurry. And my thoughts became more urgent, more strange.
I asked myself, what is true about a person? Would I change in the same way the river changes color but still be the same person? And then I saw the curtains blowing wildly, and outside rain was falling harder, causing everyone to scurry and shout. I smiled. And then I realized it was the first time I could see the power of the wind. I couldn’t see the wind itself, but I could see it carried the water that filled the rivers and shaped the countryside. It caused men to yelp and dance.
I wiped my eyes and looked in the mirror. I was surprised at what I saw. I had on a beautiful red dress, but what I saw was even more valuable. I was strong. I was pure. I had genuine thoughts inside that no one could see, that no one could ever take away from me. I was like the wind.
I threw my head back and smiled proudly to myself. And then I draped the large embroidered red scarf over my face and covered these thoughts up. But underneath the scarf I still knew who I was. I made a promise to myself: I would always remember my parents’ wishes, but I would never forget myself.