and btw it leaves you holding your breath

I’ve written down all the little things I know about embeddings. If you have any suggestions or corrections, feel free to comment. https://medium.com/@samrawitasfaw8/why-and-how-embeddings-come-a38c106fbb37

In 2D or 3D if you pick two vectors at random, they could point in similar directions, opposite directions, or be perpendicular so there are only a few "directions" you can go.

but In very high dimensions if you pick two random vectors, they are almost guaranteed to be perpendicular (orthogonal) to each other. and there is so much "room" that every new random vector finds a completely new direction to point in that doesn't overlap with the others

so technically this is the secret sauce behind Embeddings (like those used in ChatGPT). Because high-dimensional space is so vast, we can shove millions of different concepts (words, images, ideas) into a vector space, and they won't "bump into" each other unless they are actually related.

Here’s something we’re working on: putting our tts voice cloning model to use

@b1n1yamBuilds

just woww

My Dad Was Right

I just didn’t know it then.
Every evening, he came home carrying the tiredness of the day.

Before I could speak, before I could escape into play... he asked the same quiet question

“Did you study?”

Sometimes he’d sit for a moment and say things that felt ordinary, almost annoying:

“ጌዜህን ባግባቡ ተጠቀም”
“መፅሀፍትን አንብብ“
“ጓደኛ ምርጥ”

As a child, I took it personally.
I thought he didn’t see me.
Didn’t understand what I liked.

Didn’t care about my world.
In my mind, he wasn’t guiding me

he was controlling me.
A dictator, I thought.

Then I said "ምን አለበት አሁን ብጫወት በስምእም"

He was always looking at who I could become, not who I was at that moment.


Years passed.

Life began to ask its own hard questions.

Time slipped away faster than I expected.

Mistakes became teachers.

Loss became loud.

And slowly, painfully, his voice started to make sense.


Those simple words weren’t restrictions.

They were protection.
They weren’t pressure.
They were preparation.

I wish I had listened sooner.
Not because life would have been easy
but because it wouldn’t have been so hard.


Now I think about the things he said back then.

So simple.
So easy to ignore.
So expensive to learn later.


One day, I might come home tired too.
And a child might look at me the way I once looked at him.

And I wonder
will they understand me then?
Or will they understand me only years later,

when they whisper to themselves:
“My dad was right.”


"ሰነፍ የአባቱን ተግሣጽ ይንቃል፤ ዘለፋን የሚቀበል ግን አእምሮው የበዛ ነው።"
-ምሳሌ 15:5


@OnyxDesignx

'organized chaos' just becomes 'chaos lmaooooo