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dumpster-divers-unite · 4 months
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Enshittification at it once again!
Every once in a while when my mom goes to the store, she’ll bring something home for me. Bless her sweet lil Midwestern heart, she tries to get me things that she guesses I need or might want and it’s a hit or miss. I’m just not a conventional dresser except when I’m at work. These white t shirts are new tho and I thought I didn’t like the design but it turns out if I kinda do. They were free, the best price out there ;).
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Everyone who is pointing it out is so right that this is plaguing the (fast) fashion industry. This shirt and it’s clone are decent quality that I can tell at the moment, but the green corduroy pants that she bought?? I’ve never in my life felt fabric that felt like it was trying it’s hardest to mimic fabric. She brought me these pants right as I was waking up, and through my sleepy eyes I could tell the quality was so garbage. Out of habit, I checked the crotch to see how the inside of the fabric looked… and I can swear by my left pinky that good corduroy SHOULD NOT BE MILDLY SEE THROUGH TO A N Y DEGREE, especially when it comes to pants.
Fabric? Shit quality. Shit quality = harder to repair = meant to be replaced faster = more money spent.
I always check the stitching in the crotch. Standard stitch instead of a flat seam on shitty fabric? Strike 2. Using machine needles that are too big on said shitty fabric on the booty/crotch? Strike two. I only hand sew to make sure I don’t mess up or am able to correct any mistake and get the absolute best result I can but when I tell you that I almost thought I was going crazy when I saw those holes with my bare eyes and no glasses???? 😭😭 y’all.
I tried them on once before folding them back up and handing them back to her. Enshittification is so real and if it hasn’t reached an area of clothing production oh boy oh golly it eventually will, and I’m not sure what is as consumers will do once it has a death grip on every single thing.
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Books of 2024: OBSOLESCENCE: AN ARCHITECTURAL HISTORY by Daniel M. Abramson.
This year is the year I finally read the architecture books that have been chilling on my shelf for [REDACTED]! Unlike WELCOME TO YOUR WORLD, this one is very firmly A Textbook™, but it's a shortie (only 156 pages of text plus notes and index), AND the introduction comes out swinging hard at capitalism, which I'm here for.
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fem-lit · 3 months
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When women adapt too well to the strictures of the industries, the weight or age that defines grace merely adjusts by plummeting: The models descend another ten pounds, the surgeons lower the “preventive” age for a first face-lift by another decade. From the industries’ point of view, the one scenario worse than women winning at this rigged game would be for them to lose interest in playing it at all. The repeating loop of the purification cycle prevents that. A woman is scarcely given the chance to think before she must take up her burden again, the journey growing more arduous each time.
— Naomi Wolf (1990) The Beauty Myth
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maxfaiden · 5 months
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I've been using CS4 (PS 11) since it came out (2008?) and it has outlasted a desktop and a few laptops and I had no plans of ever upgrading because it has always worked. Even when the validation server was taken down I was still able to re-install it on my current laptop and use it without any issue.
But now, scripts are randomly failing, the type tool just stopped working, it can't parse image files created in it... I have to save what i can--since some things won't save--shut it down, launch it, and try again.
This just started happening over the weekend. All this just as I settled into the workflow for my current project. I am weeping.
Not so keen on finding out which plugins and, by extension, which actions, aren't forward compatible, but I need to be back on track by the time pose-related mods are updated, so...
better get cracking 😉
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dk-thrive · 2 days
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He lifts his face and she sees the eyes of a man who has not slept and is met with pity for him, for what is known by the telling of the hands, how the man has been trained for the rules of the game but the game has been changed so what now is the man?
— Paul Lynch, Prophet Song (Atlantic Monthly Press, December 5, 2023)
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eampro-blog · 6 days
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Writing Prompt #7 Relic of the Past
[Androids are now the dominant species, the last living man, Jack, is held captive by an advanced robotic race. He has been imprisoned for years. He is held now in a zoo where he is displayed in front of the public like a wild animal. "Look at the primitive life form... Homo sapien... how sad."]
Write a short story based on the writing prompt. Challenge your writing abilities and see where your imagination takes you. 
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shestolemycigarette · 4 months
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“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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bopinion · 7 months
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It's so hard not to complain about...
...the lack of style sitting around me on the commuter train.
...that instead of buying Twitter and ruining it, Elon Musk could have ended world hunger.
...the lack of willingness to learn on the part of some colleagues. To whom I will explain the same thing tomorrow as I did last week.
...the obsolescence of the US political class - on both sides of the alley.
...every correction my 15-year-old smart ass son has to make to my English. Mostly with good reason.
...that we prefer to search for living conditions on other planets than to secure them on earth.
...Neighbors running the gasoline engine while closing the garage door. Loading luggage. Or going back into the house again.
...the forgetfulness of history in Eastern European countries, which seems to lead to a real democracy backlash.
...the changes that age shows me in the mirror: the hair on my head decreases, the extent of my belly increases.
...climate change - every single day.
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sandpaperdaisy · 1 year
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When ai imagery destroyed my dream, it saved me as an artist.
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[Originally published on sandpaperdaisy.com on 1/4/23.]
All my art life (which is actually all my life now that I think about it) I have worked to become a better and better artist. At some point, this became practicing every day to become a more technically excellent artist. I wanted very much to have a more steady hand, more economy of line, better compositions, superior color combinations, more dynamic movement, a better grasp of anatomy, and a better command of an ever-growing box of tools, including digital tools.
Then AI generated images came along.
At first, I watched with amusement as AI made extremely hideous muddy faces and hands with 14 fingers. But as I followed the different things people are doing with it, I came to notice several truly disturbing things:
1. The best-looking AI images directly scrape the art of existing artists, without their consent and very often explicitly against their wishes. This happens everytime someone writes a prompt that includes "in the style of Heather Landry," or "Artstation Trending Works" or etc.
2. People are belligerent that they should be able to do this, that it is completely legal, and that it is not in any way a violation of the artist's rights. They accuse artists of trying to "cling to their monopoly on visual media" and say that artists are just being small minded and short-sighted as people once were with all art and technological advances.
3. Businesses are extremely interested in developing the AI technology further so that they don't have to spend nearly as much money on artists, writers, and other creative people. And since businesses have all the money, what they want is what generally comes to pass.
4. An AI script can make several variations of an idea, instantly or very quickly, and depending on whose art style(s) were scraped it can create very technically precise and compelling pieces.
5. Average people and businesses often like these AI pictures just as much as art made by human artists, IN SPITE of extra fingers or strange inhuman faces. They often do not even notice these aberrations and focus instead on the overall image being pleasing to them and fulfilling whatever their goal was for the picture.
6. Non-artists and non-writers are extremely eager to call themselves artists and writers for the act of writing prompts, and their emotional reactions to being told they are prompt-writers instead show that they hold a great deal of resentment towards creative people.
7. In many instances, AI generated images can achieve more technically excellent strokes and more interesting compositions or color combinations than I am capable of doing quickly. And I cannot do anything instantly at all.
8. I am almost certain to be replaced by AI at some point, whether or not this would result in the best work for my employers and clients, because it is economically just too tempting.
9. I myself experimented with AI images so I wouldn't just be talking out of my hat. I found it to be fun for a short period of time (2 days to be exact) but ultimately a very empty and isolating experience. Simply put, I did not feel connected to any of the images. Any prompts that came out nicely did not feel like MINE at all. And I also couldn't use any of the interesting images generated, since I knew they all contained pieces of the hard work of some human artist somewhere.
So. I found AI generated images to be cold and empty, often ridiculous on close examination but already "good enough" for many businesses and would-be creatives, and far cheaper and faster than I can ever be as a human. In a matter of two months or so, I watched as I became completely obsolete and irrelevant to many people who drew no distinction between my art and AI images.
For that matter, I can't always tell AI generated images from the art of a person I know nothing about. Knowing this, I can see all too well why my contributions would be deemed worthless by someone in this new playing field.
In the blink of an eye, Forty years of work was nothing. my future was nothing.
I'm not one to hide away from my circumstances, so I faced this nightmare scenario head-on and considered how to survive it.
First and foremost, I knew that I wanted to keep making art. I just love doing so, it's one of my chief sources of happiness. And like I think of myself as a "mother" or a "human," I think of myself as an artist on an absolute and cellular level.
So that was all right, I would never stop being an artist. At least I didn't have to worry about that.
Whether I would ever be a paid artist again was another matter!!
So, I tackled that next. I currently know a lot of people who love human art. They love being able to communicate with me and get exactly what they need from me, a machine's approximations would not be "good enough" for them. So it may come to pass that I can continue helping them for years, or possibly even for the rest of our lives. But paying clients were never guaranteed to me in the first place, I have always known that my next freelance job might be my last.
So that was all right, I always knew that client work could dry up, and that I could one day be fired from my full time art job for any reason. There was nothing new here to fret about.
That just left my dream of artistic improvement and technical excellence.
I always strive to compete with myself foremost, so I still have the ability to become better than myself. But any dreams of being recognized as a talented and special artist, an expert at a certain style or technique, have been burned to the ground. The simple truth is, the machines will win against me every time in battles of speed, precision, and versatility of technique.
Going back to my own struggles when presented with an image of unknown origin: if I have been an artist for forty years and I can't always tell if I'm looking at a piece of human art or an AI generated image, how do I justify my existence? How can I hope that anyone could ever tell that I am me, that a human hand has created my art?
Where does the artist exist in my art?
And then I saw it. My humanity is expressed in the stories and images inside of me that have originated from my human experiences, mistakes, and dreams. As a friend reminded me, our humanity exists in our imperfections and flaws.
My flaws are what make me unique. While I could strive to achieve the same crystal lattice and symmetry that any AI script could make, it will not tell MY story at all.
Perfection is not human. It is certainly not me.
And that is when I gave up.
I once indulged in pipe dreams of fame and renown. But as of now, I am facing absolute obscurity as thousands upon thousands of instantly generated, good-enough images continue to flood the world. Before, I stood to be drowned out by all the talented human artists in the world. Today I am facing down a horde of tireless, constantly improving robots which are available to anyone, all the time, without end.
With such extreme saturation no one may ever see what I create again, and if they do, no one may ever value it again.
This took a lot of pressure off me, and I began to see my way. Strangely enough, my way forward came to me out of the past, decades back, before I even had a computer and before social media existed.
When I was a student, a professor showed me Michelangelo's Rondanini Pietà. It was rough, unfinished, raw. He wanted me to look at it with the same attention and respect that I looked upon the earlier works of the artist in his prime. He told me that in the Rondanini Pietà lay the beginning of Abstract Art.
I thought he was nuts.
How could this unfinished sculpture even be spoken of seriously? It was rough, it was ugly, it lacked technical excellence. It was flawed. It was worth less than his more technically excellent works! What did it give to the world!
Yeah, I know. My excuse is that I was twenty.
Now that I face my own "death," that is, my utter obscurity in an increasingly post-human creative landscape, I finally see it. I see the artist in the art. I see far more of Michelangelo in this rough piece than I can in any of his stunningly perfect pieces. I see pain, and fear, and weakness. I see a human heart.
Now it's my turn. Michaelangelo may have been 80 and faltering when he worked on his last Pietà, but I'm no spring chicken myself. I no longer wish to be admired like the prize hog at the fair and given a big blue ribbon that says, HEATHER DREW THE VERY BEST. YES SHE WAS THE BEST ARTIST. I no longer wish to be perfect, or famous, or richly rewarded and collected by the men of means. I don't need someone to approve of me anymore.
All I need to do before I die, is tell my story.
And with all pride in the "uniqueness" of my technical skills completely destroyed, and all threat of scrutiny removed, I can tell my story even if it's ugly and awkward...and imperfect.
I always could.
But I was twenty then, when I dreamed of perfection...so forgive me.
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Unplanned Obsolescences; Or, End-of-Year Impulse Buys.
I saw the one on the left on a Goodreads list, I think, and I was SO intrigued that I immediately went to my local bookstore's website seeking it--dark weird shit is exactly my jam, and this anthology is technology-oriented, and it sounds cool!
When I plugged "Obsolescence" into their search engine, though, the first thing that popped up was the book on the right. Since I have more than a passing interest in architecture (I'm not sure where it came from or why), I figured I could get both of them, and I was delighted that they wound up being the same dimensions!
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ccchloister · 2 years
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Artificial Inspiration
One of the many things that bother me about the A.I. art phenomena happening right now is the downright glee some people are showing at the idea of artists becoming obsolete. I had no idea there was so much resentment towards us.
I saw someone call it "a big win for STEM over art". Considering people in STEM are already more valued and more hire-able, it's laughable they should act as if it's us who need to be taken down a peg. Artists, who often aren't even paid minimum wage for the labor they do, who feel they have to undercut each other just to get a sale (if they're able to make any money at all), who get offered payments in "exposure". I guess techies couldn't stand to see others have a specialized skill they didn't and couldn't profit off of. They tried to worm their way in with NFTs, and when that didn't work they figured out a way to cut out artists entirely.
I'm sure in several years when the consequences of such technology are more apparent, these programmers will express "regret" at what they've created- after they have profited off of it. I wish there were more ways to hold these programmers accountable who ask if they could, not if they should.
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orbism · 1 year
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Part 2 of this 3 part article series I'm writing.
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thisdayinmetal · 2 years
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draciformes · 2 years
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I saw something that made me realize how prevalent the idea of having a 'home theater' was in the 2000s, and how that term seemed to have just disappeared quietly a long time ago. And google trends seems to reinforce that observation. (peaks are during December and therefore Christmas as people race to buy new speakers and DVD/VCR players and whatnot)
Interesting to see how people just seem to have quietly retired that term. My guess is that technology got cheaper, and equipment got smaller or unnecessary. Speakers are internal, so no need to buy external ones, or the sound quality compared to internal TV and external speakers is negligible. And, of course, streaming has eliminated the desire/need for many people to have a large library of media when it's all digitized and at your fingertips.
I could go on about this for a while, but I just wanted to externalize something that I noticed.
Basically, this pic happened.
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hurgablurg · 22 days
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horselessheadperson · 7 months
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Listen I'm a little drunk but... yarn crafts are so important. Textile arts are the backbone of society. All of us take our clothing and accessories and upholstery for granted and it's honestly shocking
I used to buy affordable t-shirts and they were comfy and nice, now I buy them in the same price range and they're sandpaper. They don't wick away moisture and the print comes undone after two washes. I buy denim and the crotch falls apart in months. I read about how modern Singer sewing machines are disappointing and then look at the delicate machining and the beautiful finishes on my 1857 machine and wonder if this is progress?!
Reblog if you're desperate for clothing that doesn't feel like sandpaper or if you like machines that go thunk instead of going obsolete in two years
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