Your public Instagram photos could now be used to create someone else's AI-generated images.
Meta's new Muse Image model lets users generate images using the likeness of anyone with a public Instagram account simply by tagging their profile in a prompt.
The feature is rolling out in the U.S. as part of Meta's latest AI push, but it's already drawing backlash because public accounts are automatically opted in.
If you don't want your photos used this way, you can turn off "Allow people to reuse your content" under Sharing and Reuse in your Instagram settings.
“Where there is no vision, the people perish.” — Proverbs 29:18
We’re proud to have this verse inscribed on our committee wall.
Thanks for the shoutout, @AstroVicGlover!
Today I had the distinct pleasure of visiting the Department of Transport to have my licence reissued after the Postal Service apparently decided my original one would be better off living its own life somewhere in the wilderness.
Upon arrival, I took a ticket and discovered there were 74 people ahead of me. Seventy-four. Not a queue so much as a census.
I found a seat in the waiting area and settled in for what I assumed would be the remainder of my natural lifespan. The atmosphere inside was remarkable… bristling was a word that came to mind. The combined bouquet of 75 anxious humans had achieved a density previously thought impossible by modern science. It was no longer a smell. It had evolved into a flavour. At one point I believe I tasted notes of unwashed crotch, onion and regret.
The seating arrangements weren’t much better. The chair I’d chosen appeared to be part of a thriving ant colony. Three ambitious little pioneers attempted to scale my trouser leg as though they were Sir Edmund Hillary and were determined to conquer Everest before lunch.
As the hours drifted by, I watched people age visibly. Children became adults. Adults became pensioners. Civilisations rose and fell. Somewhere, continents shifted.
Eventually my number was called. I approached the counter with the haunted expression of a man who had seen things no mortal should witness and emerged victorious with the promise of a replacement licence.
Assuming, of course, it survives its next encounter with the postal system.
If not, I now know exactly where the ants live.🐜
250 years ago, on July 2nd, 1776, the Second Continental Congress voted to declare independence from Great Britain.
John Adams wrote to his wife the next day:
“The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most memorable Epocha, in the History of America.—I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.”
Well, not quite.
On July 4th, the delegates adopted the Declaration of Independence — and that has been the day for celebrations ever since.
Climbers Angelina Nikolau and Ivan Kuznetsov scaled New York City’s famed Empire State Building, where they unfurled a peace banner.
The two embraced and kissed as an NBC New York helicopter circled overhead before they were taken down by the police.