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    Дизайн — умер. В 2023 году нейросети победили. Посмотрите сами: ИИ создают топовый дизайн всего за секунды и для этого не нужен ни опыт, ни навыки. Но это ложь. А чтобы это понять — держите в подписках @pixybit. Там собирают лучший дизайн со всего мира, рассказывают, почему Midjourney — полная дичь и показывают работы, которые нейросети никогда не смогут скопировать. 📌 Осторожно, можно надолго залипнуть: @pixybit.

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    This One Thing. David B. Barnes "Once more," I said. "Once more. I'll try one more time. Then I'm going to find a job delivering FedEx packages or do yard work: something that can be done and I can see a result right then!" Read 15 mins
    This One Thing. David B. Barnes

    The room was set up to be the ideal studio. The window shade and window were only open about two inches to let my pipe tobacco smoke leak out. A floor lamp dropped light on the keyboard like an old-fashioned street lamp. The halo of light focused on the keyboard and a smidgen beyond.

    Telegraph

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    〰️ Книги — скучно. Тут размазывают одни и те же мысли на 300-400 страниц. 〰️ Курсы — дорого. Можно заплатить 200 000 и ничего не получить. 〰️ Высшее образование — умерло. Там давно нет знаний. Поэтому ловите лайфхак — изучайте бесплатные курсы в Телеграме. С их помощью вы станете практически Богом: можете научиться рисовать, программировать, дизайнить, писать книги и даже укладывать плитку полностью бесплатно. Всё просто — заходите на Лекторий, выбираете курс и смотрите. Материалы за 5 000р., 10 000р. и даже 40 000р. здесь не стоят вообще ничего. Не нужно платить за образование, нужно умело пользоваться Telegram. Вот здесь — Лекторий.

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    The Other Side. Eve Chancellor Zena could hardly believe that she was on a plane, gazing down over the North Island. Everything she knew about New Zealand came from Luke’s photographs and postcards: sparkling lagoons, snow-capped mountains and silver ferns. Read 15 mins
    The Other Side. Eve Chancellor

    Zena could hardly believe that she was on a plane, gazing down over the North Island. Everything she knew about New Zealand came from Luke's photographs and postcards: sparkling lagoons, snow-capped mountains and silver ferns. It was a remarkable sight: jewelled green land, intersected with turquoise lakes and rivers, feeding into the crystalline Pacific Ocean. Auckland was coming into view: she had not expected the city to be so spread out, more like its own miniature island, than a European city.

    Telegraph

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    Если вы хотите уехать за границу прямо сейчас — устройтесь в ООН. Там платят до 450 000 рублей за легкую работу, а граждан из СНГ берут в первую очередь. Английский не нужен, опыт тоже. Просто держите в подписках @profenture — там публикуют лучшие волонтерства, стажировки и гранты со всего мира. Так что уже сегодня вы сможете уехать на стажировку. Кстати, дистанционных позиций сейчас тоже очень много. Ну, вдруг вам неохота лететь куда-то, но хочется хорошо заработать? В общем, подписывайтесь и стройте международную карьеру, попутно помогая спасти мир: @profenture

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    Legacy. TJ Lauser For thirty generations his family had ruled these lands. In the view of the Council of Vicars, the esteemed priests of the Church of the Edd, he’d eclipsed all predecessors in seventy years as Sovereign. But who would follow him? Read 28 mins
    Legacy. TJ Lauser

    I     "Does the Dark Lord fear the doctor?"     Elleria, Valter, and Oleva cackled. Yalbadek, seated on his Conquest Throne, built from the skulls of his enemies, cracked a half-smile. Like most Fiends, his skin was purple and his hair ghostly white. Dressed in a flowing black robe, he tapped his fingers against the armrest.

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    Слушаем классику вместе с новым каналом МУЗЫКА ДНЯ ✨Идеальный формат 🎶Каждый день один трек самой любимой классики и несколько фактов, чтобы вдохновиться на прослушивание. Новый день - новая Музыка дня

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    The Blue. Christopher Donaldson You won't find me on any map either. I, too, have been buried, not by Tarmac and sand, but by time and indifference. Read 16 mins
    The Blue. Christopher Donaldson

    July 16th, 1969     You won't find Pellow's field on any map now. Its runways lie buried and mostly forgotten beneath the urban sprawl of St. Margaret - itself a place of lost ambition and failed enterprise among more prosperous and lucky towns. The airfield closed in the '40s after the carnage of France and Holland. Its few instructors and recreational flyers have either moved on or were shot to pieces fighting for their idea of freedom amongst distant clouds.

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    Ценность книги определяется не тем, сколько человек её прочтёт. У величайших книг мало читателей, потому что их чтение требует усилия. Но именно из-за этого усилия и рождается эстетический эффект. Литературный фаст-фуд никогда не подарит тебе ничего подобного. "Священная книга оборотня", "Чапаев и Пустота", "Generation "П""... это и многое другое: https://t.me/pelevin0
    Пелевин и пустота

    Не ищи во всем символического значения, а то ведь найдешь. На свою голову.

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    Black Aura. Monika R. Martyn Sandra performed her little charade in front of the mirror and morphed into the Gisela character on a whim. She had a small tickle of flirtatious laughter down pat. Read 35 mins
    Black Aura. Monika R. Martyn

    Sandra clamped down on the candy between her teeth, and, with a black marker in her hand, circled the local classified advert. Bingo!     "Hello, Daddy."     She read the advert out loud. There were a few key factors in the description that captured her attention, as always. William — she didn't give a shit about his name, but, at least, the name was easy to remember and pronounce. Especially in a foreign country. Attractive — weren't they all until you meet them up close. Not important. But the word luxury…

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    Oh, Pretty Woman · Roy Orbison Pretty woman, walkin' down the street Pretty woman the kind I like to meet Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one could look as good as you, mercy Pretty woman won't you pardon me Pretty woman I couldn't help but see Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be Are you lonely just like me Pretty woman stop awhile Pretty woman talk awhile Pretty woman give your smile to me Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah Pretty woman look my way Pretty woman say you'll stay with me 'Cause I need you, I'll treat you right Come with me baby, be mine tonight Pretty woman don't walk on by Pretty woman don't make me cry Pretty woman don't walk away, hey, OK If that's the way it must be, OK I guess I'll go on home, it's late There'll be tomorrow night, but wait What do I see? Is she walkin' back to me? Yeah, she's walkin' back to me Oh, oh, pretty woman. @one_story

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    ЭТО 👆 СОЗДАЛ НЕ ЧЕЛОВЕК! Впервые в Telegram бесконечная Галерея творений нейросетей 🦾 Отправься в увлекательное интеллектуальное путешествие по миру фантазий и искусства, науки и литературы, кино и музыки, визуализированное нейросетями. Ждём тебя в галерее, увидь все своими глазами: @Gallery_Of_Neural_Networks

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    The Verdict. Edith Wharton A man seeks out the truth behind the sudden withdrawal of a well-known painter from the art world three years before. Read 16 mins
    The Verdict. Edith Wharton

    I had always thought Jack Gisburn rather a cheap genius -- though a good fellow enough -- so it was no great surprise to me to hear that, in the height of his glory, he had dropped his painting, married a rich widow, and established himself in a villa on the Riviera. (Though I rather thought it would have been Rome or Florence.)

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    Losing Her Twice. Glynis Gertsch A man traces the unfortunate story of someone from his past. Read 11 mins
    Losing Her Twice. Glynis Gertsch

    Wayne stared out of the barred window.     "Since the trial I haven't talked about it, ya know."     His back was upright and motionless in the chair. But his hands moved on his knees, then jammed into his pockets, drummed on the table.     "Are ya from the newspapers?"     Before I could answer he said, "What ya wanna hear?"     "Anything you want to tell me," I replied.     He leant forward. His young eyes looked straight into mine and when he spoke, the words flowed from a wound.

    Telegraph

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    Как, изучая искусство, открыть для себя весь мир? Проект Adversum School https://t.me/adversumschool разработал обучение на английском языке для детей и взрослых, любителей искусства, истории и дизайна. Современная методика Shadowing помогает не только запомнить слова и выражения, но и подтянуть разговорную речь. Это курс подойдет всем, кто работает в этой сфере, ведет блог, экскурсии, курирует выставки или просто увлекается искусством. Отличительные особенности Greek and Roman art, Contemporary and Public art, знаковые художники и их произведения Вы научитесь не только говорить и понимать искусство на английском языке, но и сможете получить повышение на работе или, наоборот, начать получать прибыль от нового любимого дела. Благодаря коммьюнити и поддержке команды, не забросите обучение и сможете развиваться в кругу людей близких вам по духу. Переходите в канал и забирайте бесплатный урок по истории греческого искусства! https://t.me/adversumschool

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    Past One At Rodney's. O. Henry A tough gang member wanted for murder meets a lady in a bar. Read 20 mins
    Past One At Rodney's. O. Henry

    Only on the lower East Side of New York do the houses of Capulet and Montagu survive. There they do not fight by the book of arithmetic. If you but bite your thumb at an upholder of your opposing house you have work cut out for your steel. On Broadway you may drag your man along a dozen blocks by his nose, and he will only bawl for the watch; but in the domain of the East Side Tybalts and Mercutios you must observe the niceties of deportment to the wink of any eyelash and to an inch of elbow room at the bar…

    Telegraph

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    Нейросеть ChatGPT теперь в телеграм! Лучшая нейросеть в мире завела свой канал. Тут она на пальцах рассказывает про то, как пользоваться нейросетями, какие новые ИИ появляются и каким мир будет уже завтра. И, да, его ведет сама ChatGPT — ChatGPT.

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    The Little Thief in the Pantry A Little Thief in the Pantry is in the collection A Christmas Hamper: A Volume of Pictures and Stories for Little Folks, published in 1889 by T. Nelson and Sons by various unattributed authors. It's a lesson about perspective, and a little girl's compassion for a mouse who learns the difference between stealing and giving. Most importantly, obey your mother! "MOTHER dear,” said a little mouse one day, “I think the people in our house must be very kind; don’t you? They leave such nice things for us in the larder.” There was a twinkle in the mother’s eye as she replied,— “Well, my child, no doubt they are very well in their way, but I don’t think they are quite as fond of us as you seem to think. Now remember, Greywhiskers, I have absolutely forbidden you to put your nose above the ground unless I am with you, for kind as the people are, I shouldn’t be at all surprised if they tried to catch you.” Greywhiskers twitched his tail with scorn; he was quite sure he knew how to take care of himself, and he didn’t mean to trot meekly after his mother’s tail all his life. So as soon as she had curled herself up for an afternoon nap he stole away, and scampered across the pantry shelves. Ah! here was something particularly good to-day. A large iced cake stood far back upon the shelf, and Greywhiskers licked his lips as he sniffed it. Across the top of the cake there were words written in pink sugar; but as Greywhiskers could not read, he did not know that he was nibbling at little Miss Ethel’s birthday cake. But he did feel a little guilty when he heard his mother calling. Off he ran, and was back in the nest again by the time his mother had finished rubbing her eyes after her nap. She took Greywhiskers up to the pantry then, and when she saw the hole in the cake she seemed a little annoyed. “Some mouse has evidently been here before us,” she said, but of course she never guessed that it was her own little son. The next day the naughty little mouse again popped up to the pantry when his mother was asleep; but at first he could find nothing at all to eat, though there was a most delicious smell of toasted cheese. Presently he found a dear little wooden house, and there hung the cheese, just inside it. In ran Greywhiskers, but, oh! “click” went the little wooden house, and mousie was caught fast in a trap. When the morning came, the cook, who had set the trap, lifted it from the shelf, and then called a pretty little girl to come and see the thief who had eaten her cake. “What are you going to do with him?” asked Ethel. “Why, drown him, my dear, to be sure.” The tears came into the little girl’s pretty blue eyes. “You didn’t know it was stealing, did you, mousie dear?” she said. “No,” squeaked Greywhiskers sadly; “indeed I didn’t.” Cook’s back was turned for a moment, and in that moment tender-hearted little Ethel lifted the lid of the trap, and out popped mousie. Oh! how quickly he ran home to his mother, and how she comforted and petted him until he began to forget his fright; and then she made him promise never to disobey her again, and you may be sure he never did.