LumaVox

@LumaVox

LumaVox provides video production, video marketing services, and video live streaming services in the Eastern Pennsylvania and Philadelphia Metro area.

Audubon, PA

Joined May 2009

1.5K Following

1.3K Followers

2.9K Posts

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Rowan Cheung

@rowancheung

over 2 years ago

It's officially been 24 hours since the OpenAI DevDay announcements. The leaks were true. The way we use ChatGPT is about to completely change. Here are 12 shocking things people have already built (early access):

rowancheung's tweet photo. It's officially been 24 hours since the OpenAI DevDay announcements.

The leaks were true. The way we use ChatGPT is about to completely change.

Here are 12 shocking things people have already built (early access): https://t.co/tCyCncfaZu

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Two Crown Home Team

@twocrownhome

over 2 years ago

A lot of good and solid information.

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Angry Tom

@AngryTomtweets

over 2 years ago

ChatGPT was just the beginning. It's only been 14 hours since OpenAI released their new product GPTs And people are already generating insane results. Here are 10 of my favorite examples...

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Two Crown Home Team

@twocrownhome

over 2 years ago

🥾 "Explore the natural beauty of Montgomery County with a Guided Fall Foliage Hike in Valley Forge National Historical Park. What's your must-have gear for a crisp autumn hike? https://t.co/3XJXigue14

twocrownhome's tweet photo. 🥾 "Explore the natural beauty of Montgomery County with a Guided Fall Foliage Hike in Valley Forge National Historical Park. What's your must-have gear for a crisp autumn hike?

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Agapi Marketing

@Agapi_Marketing

Agapi Marketing & Consulting Ltd specializes in #brand and #strategicmarketing. Award winner for Strategic Marketing, Best Brand Development #marketingstrategy

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Two Crown Home Team

@twocrownhome

over 2 years ago

Echoes of the Coop In the dappled shade of an old farm shed, a chicken, as red as clay, peered into the lens of the world, its beady eye absorbing more than its fair share of reality. The henhouse behind her was a fortress, a testament to the resurgence of a way of life that seemed to be ebbing away just a few decades ago. And in the distance, blurry but undeniably present, a family was taking root in the rhythms of the earth. The mother, with wrinkles mapping stories of both joy and hardship on her face, looked at her two young boys with a mixture of pride and anxiety. The world was changing, rapidly so, with cities swelling and economies teetering. For many, the image of prosperity had become an elusive dream, always just out of reach. But here, in this pocket of land, she hoped to build a sanctuary, a bulwark against the unpredictable tide of the outside world. Homesteading, once the dominion of pioneers and the desperately poor, had become a deliberate choice for families like hers. They were spurred not by necessity, but by a desire to reconnect, to ground their children in something tangible. With the price of food skyrocketing, the promise of a chicken's daily egg and the steady growth of home-grown vegetables was not just a charming fantasy, but a pragmatic solution. The act of cultivating the soil became a silent protest against a system that seemed increasingly alien. Mrs. Thompson often thought of her own grandfather when she was out in the fields. A taciturn man, he had weathered the Depression as a boy in a family with steely determination. “There's honesty in the soil,” he used to say, his hands forever stained by the earth. She remembered the comfort of those words, how they seemed to promise that no matter how bad things got, they would always have the land to fall back on. Now, with her own children scampering around, she hoped to offer them the same reassurance. Young Michael, all of eight years, had taken to the chickens with an enthusiasm that surprised even him. He had named each one, inventing elaborate backstories for them, turning the coop into a world of high drama and intrigue. His younger brother, Joseph, preferred the garden, losing himself among the rows of beans and tomatoes, his small fingers deftly searching the leaves for pests. In the evenings, when the day’s work was done, the family would gather on the porch, the boys chasing fireflies while their parents exchanged quiet words under the canopy of stars. They spoke of their dreams and their fears, of the legacy they hoped to leave for their children. And in those conversations, the heart of their endeavor was laid bare. It wasn’t just about the economics of self-sufficiency or the romance of rural life. It was about creating a refuge, a place where their children could grow without the weight of the world pressing down on them. It was about teaching them the value of hard work and the satisfaction of a job well done. It was about grounding them in something real, something that couldn’t be taken away. Flannery O’Connor once wrote, “The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.” In the world outside the Thompson’s homestead, truths were becoming harder to digest. Cities were teeming with unrest, and trust in institutions was at an all-time low. But here, on this plot of land, the truths were simpler. Chickens laid eggs, rain nourished crops, and families took care of one another. The world might be chaotic, but in the cycle of planting and harvest, in the cluck of a hen and the laughter of children, there was a steadiness that could not be shaken. It was a foundation, a rock upon which they could build their lives. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the Thompson family settled into their new rhythm. The challenges were many, from droughts to pests, but with each setback, they grew stronger and more resilient. The boys, once city kids with a penchant for video games, now had hands calloused from work and hearts full of wonder. And every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Mrs. Thompson would take a moment to watch her family, her heart swelling with gratitude. She had found her sanctuary, her safe place. And in the process, she had given her children the greatest gift of all - a home rooted in love and purpose. In the vast tapestry of the universe, their story might be just a small thread. But it was a thread woven with intention and care, a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit to adapt, to hope, and to thrive.

twocrownhome's tweet photo. Echoes of the Coop

In the dappled shade of an old farm shed, a chicken, as red as clay, peered into the lens of the world, its beady eye absorbing more than its fair share of reality. The henhouse behind her was a fortress, a testament to the resurgence of a way of life that seemed to be ebbing away just a few decades ago. And in the distance, blurry but undeniably present, a family was taking root in the rhythms of the earth.

The mother, with wrinkles mapping stories of both joy and hardship on her face, looked at her two young boys with a mixture of pride and anxiety. The world was changing, rapidly so, with cities swelling and economies teetering. For many, the image of prosperity had become an elusive dream, always just out of reach. But here, in this pocket of land, she hoped to build a sanctuary, a bulwark against the unpredictable tide of the outside world.

Homesteading, once the dominion of pioneers and the desperately poor, had become a deliberate choice for families like hers. They were spurred not by necessity, but by a desire to reconnect, to ground their children in something tangible. With the price of food skyrocketing, the promise of a chicken's daily egg and the steady growth of home-grown vegetables was not just a charming fantasy, but a pragmatic solution. The act of cultivating the soil became a silent protest against a system that seemed increasingly alien.

Mrs. Thompson often thought of her own grandfather when she was out in the fields. A taciturn man, he had weathered the Depression as a boy in a family with steely determination. “There's honesty in the soil,” he used to say, his hands forever stained by the earth. She remembered the comfort of those words, how they seemed to promise that no matter how bad things got, they would always have the land to fall back on. Now, with her own children scampering around, she hoped to offer them the same reassurance.

Young Michael, all of eight years, had taken to the chickens with an enthusiasm that surprised even him. He had named each one, inventing elaborate backstories for them, turning the coop into a world of high drama and intrigue. His younger brother, Joseph, preferred the garden, losing himself among the rows of beans and tomatoes, his small fingers deftly searching the leaves for pests.

In the evenings, when the day’s work was done, the family would gather on the porch, the boys chasing fireflies while their parents exchanged quiet words under the canopy of stars. They spoke of their dreams and their fears, of the legacy they hoped to leave for their children.

And in those conversations, the heart of their endeavor was laid bare. It wasn’t just about the economics of self-sufficiency or the romance of rural life. It was about creating a refuge, a place where their children could grow without the weight of the world pressing down on them. It was about teaching them the value of hard work and the satisfaction of a job well done. It was about grounding them in something real, something that couldn’t be taken away.

Flannery O’Connor once wrote, “The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.” In the world outside the Thompson’s homestead, truths were becoming harder to digest. Cities were teeming with unrest, and trust in institutions was at an all-time low. But here, on this plot of land, the truths were simpler. Chickens laid eggs, rain nourished crops, and families took care of one another.

The world might be chaotic, but in the cycle of planting and harvest, in the cluck of a hen and the laughter of children, there was a steadiness that could not be shaken. It was a foundation, a rock upon which they could build their lives.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the Thompson family settled into their new rhythm. The challenges were many, from droughts to pests, but with each setback, they grew stronger and more resilient. The boys, once city kids with a penchant for video games, now had hands calloused from work and hearts full of wonder.

And every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Mrs. Thompson would take a moment to watch her family, her heart swelling with gratitude. She had found her sanctuary, her safe place. And in the process, she had given her children the greatest gift of all - a home rooted in love and purpose.

In the vast tapestry of the universe, their story might be just a small thread. But it was a thread woven with intention and care, a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit to adapt, to hope, and to thrive.

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Two Crown Home Team

@twocrownhome

over 2 years ago

The Bufflehead are Coming! 🦆🍂 1/5 Delaware Beach enthusiasts! Our coastal waters are about to get even more vibrant. Every fall, the mesmerizing Bufflehead Ducks choose our shores as part of their grand migration journey. Their arrival is a spectacle you won't want to miss.

twocrownhome's tweet photo. The Bufflehead are Coming! 🦆🍂

1/5 Delaware Beach enthusiasts! Our coastal waters are about to get even more vibrant. Every fall, the mesmerizing Bufflehead Ducks choose our shores as part of their grand migration journey. Their arrival is a spectacle you won't want to miss. https://t.co/VMPEt2mX0e

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Two Crown Home Team

@twocrownhome

over 3 years ago

New to the world of real estate? Here is some helpful information on what you should know before buying your first home. https://t.co/VWkuLI9Ui6

twocrownhome's tweet photo. New to the world of real estate? Here is some helpful information on what you should know before buying your first home.

https://t.co/VWkuLI9Ui6 https://t.co/sFSMjEhimc

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Two Crown Home Team

@twocrownhome

over 3 years ago

Unsure where to start when buying a home? We have helpful information in our latest blog post to point you in the right direction. https://t.co/VWkuLI9Ui6

twocrownhome's tweet photo. Unsure where to start when buying a home? We have helpful information in our latest blog post to point you in the right direction.

https://t.co/VWkuLI9Ui6 https://t.co/9TZXcxqioD

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Nick Zviadadze 🇺🇦

@Nick_zv_

over 3 years ago

🎯SEO Pro Tip #23: Permanently killing a page? Don't just delete it! In order to preserve the backlinks the page has, you should 301 redirect it to another page instead. If you have a related post/page, redirect the deleted page to that. Otherwise, to your homepage.

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Charles Floate 📈

@Charles_SEO

over 3 years ago

Remember to make your passwords as long and complex as possible - Just don't forget them!

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Gael Breton

@GaelBreton

over 3 years ago

Whether you're Pro or Against AI Content, if you are a web publisher, you are going to be dealing with it next year. So I tested the AI Detection tool https://t.co/p61xjVTFRv in many difficult situations to see if it catches AI Content. The results were quite surprising. 🧵👇

GaelBreton's tweet photo. Whether you're Pro or Against AI Content, if you are a web publisher, you are going to be dealing with it next year.

So I tested the AI Detection tool https://t.co/p61xjVTFRv in many difficult situations to see if it catches AI Content.

The results were quite surprising. 🧵👇 https://t.co/yeZKltdVF0

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Charles Floate 📈

@Charles_SEO

over 3 years ago

No SEO I've ever met is JUST an SEO! They're also a: - Graphic / Web Designer - Copywriter - Researcher - Developer - Social Media Marketer - Email Marketer - Tech Support - Googling Things Expert - Video Expert - Analyst - Therapist And many, MANY more things too!

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