Simul-Whisper: Attention-Guided Streaming Whisper with Truncation Detection
Haoyu Wang, Guoqiang Hu, Guodong Lin, Wei-Qiang Zhang, Jian Li
https://arxiv.org/abs/2406.10052
Oooh, ooh, ooh… look what just arrived! I’ve been waiting almost a year for it and boy was it worth the wait. My new Linux laptop is a… tablet? Yep. The StarLabs StarLite.
Oh and the screen on this thing! 😍
https://ie.starlabs.systems/pages/starlite
Why tether yourself to the confines of fabric, when your essence longs for #liberation? Embrace the whispering caress of the wind upon your skin, let the sun's golden rays weave through the strands of your being unhindered. #naturism
gently whispering
Revert "Revert "Revert "[Common] Simplify. NFC"""
in a crowded room and seeing every LLVM developer flinch and shudder as if suddenly overcome with extreme pain
So which one of you... *whispers* wears the cat ears in the relationship?
Whisper-Flamingo: Integrating Visual Features into Whisper for Audio-Visual Speech Recognition and Translation
Andrew Rouditchenko, Yuan Gong, Samuel Thomas, Leonid Karlinsky, Hilde Kuehne, Rogerio Feris, James Glass
https://arxiv.org/abs/2406.10082
I'm reading The Song of Achilles, which is either a gay romance novel or else a scholarly retelling of The Iliad or both. The prose style is interesting, lyrical and just a bit foreign. It feels like reading translations of Homer only modern and much easier to follow. I'm not normally one for wrought prose but this works to transport me.
Their whispers choked me, turned the food in my mouth to ash. I pushed away my plate and sought out corners and spare halls where I might sit undisturbed, except for the occasional passing servant. My narrow world narrowed further: to the cracks in the floor, the carved whorls in the stone walls. They rasped softly as I traced them with my fingertip.
“I heard you were here.” A clear voice, like ice-melted streams.
My head jerked up. I was in a storeroom, my knees against my chest, wedged between jars of thick-pressed olive oil. I had been dreaming myself a fish, silvered by sun as it leapt from the sea. The waves dissolved, became amphorae and grain sacks again.
Why tether yourself to the confines of fabric, when your essence longs for #liberation? Embrace the whispering caress of the wind upon your skin, let the sun's golden rays weave through the strands of your being unhindered. #naturism
Beneath the vast canopy of the sky, I shed my garments & become one with nature, embracing the primal #freedom of my bare form. The sun's gentle warmth kisses my skin, & the whispering breeze weaves through me like a symphony of #liberation. In this moment, I merge with the
Beneath the vast canopy of the sky, I shed my garments & become one with nature, embracing the primal #freedom of my bare form. The sun's gentle warmth kisses my skin, & the whispering breeze weaves through me like a symphony of #liberation. In this moment, I merge with the