المحتوى المقدم من spclnch. يتم تحميل جميع محتويات البودكاست بما في ذلك الحلقات والرسومات وأوصاف البودكاست وتقديمها مباشرة بواسطة spclnch أو شريك منصة البودكاست الخاص بهم. إذا كنت تعتقد أن شخصًا ما يستخدم عملك المحمي بحقوق الطبع والنشر دون إذنك، فيمكنك اتباع العملية الموضحة هنا https://ar.player.fm/legal.
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We are here at eTail Palm Springs and seeing and hearing the latest and greatest in e-commerce and retail. Question: Do you need to choose between AI and human recommendations as a customer? Why not have both? After all, don’t each have their strengths? AI in the retail experience is all the rage these days, but today I’m talking with someone from a brand that has been incorporating AI-personalized experiences and shopping combined with expert human recommendations for over 14 years, and continues to innovate today. Today we’re going to talk about how AI-based personalization plus human creativity and input makes an amazing customer experience at Stitch Fix. To help me discuss this topic, I’d like to welcome Noah Zamansky, Vice President of Product and Client Experience at Stitch Fix. About Noah Zamansky Noah Zamansky serves as the Vice President of Product and Client Experience at Stitch Fix, where he leads cross-functional teams spanning Product, Design, Engineering, Algorithms, and Platform Development. A seasoned leader, Noah has a proven track record of shaping product vision and strategy, designing exceptional user experiences, and spearheading the launch of new business ventures. Before joining Stitch Fix, Noah held the role of Senior Director of Product Management at eBay, overseeing Fashion and Vertical Experiences. Resources Stitch Fix: https://www.stitchfix.com eTail Palm Springs: https://etailwest.wbresearch.com/ Connect with Greg on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/gregkihlstrom Listen to The Agile Brand without the ads. Learn more here: https://bit.ly/3ymf7hd Don't miss a thing: get the latest episodes, sign up for our newsletter and more: https://www.theagilebrand.show Check out The Agile Brand Guide website with articles, insights, and Martechipedia, the wiki for marketing technology: https://www.agilebrandguide.com The Agile Brand podcast is brought to you by TEKsystems. Learn more here: https://www.teksystems.com/versionnextnow The Agile Brand is produced by Missing Link—a Latina-owned strategy-driven, creatively fueled production co-op. From ideation to creation, they craft human connections through intelligent, engaging and informative content. https://www.missinglink.company…
المحتوى المقدم من spclnch. يتم تحميل جميع محتويات البودكاست بما في ذلك الحلقات والرسومات وأوصاف البودكاست وتقديمها مباشرة بواسطة spclnch أو شريك منصة البودكاست الخاص بهم. إذا كنت تعتقد أن شخصًا ما يستخدم عملك المحمي بحقوق الطبع والنشر دون إذنك، فيمكنك اتباع العملية الموضحة هنا https://ar.player.fm/legal.
The Interplanetary Floristry Landscape Fair takes place on the lands of the ruling Elven dynasty. The best connoisseurs of ideal flat landscapes gather among ornamental shrubs. Perfectionism oozes from every corner of visual design, representing the richness of intrazonal vegetation. Caring for the natural environment is paramount for Konstantin Kost, the founder of such a large-scale event. Meanwhile, other like-minded people – Badeo, Andre Kronert and Exos – help with learning activities. @konstantin_kost
المحتوى المقدم من spclnch. يتم تحميل جميع محتويات البودكاست بما في ذلك الحلقات والرسومات وأوصاف البودكاست وتقديمها مباشرة بواسطة spclnch أو شريك منصة البودكاست الخاص بهم. إذا كنت تعتقد أن شخصًا ما يستخدم عملك المحمي بحقوق الطبع والنشر دون إذنك، فيمكنك اتباع العملية الموضحة هنا https://ar.player.fm/legal.
The Interplanetary Floristry Landscape Fair takes place on the lands of the ruling Elven dynasty. The best connoisseurs of ideal flat landscapes gather among ornamental shrubs. Perfectionism oozes from every corner of visual design, representing the richness of intrazonal vegetation. Caring for the natural environment is paramount for Konstantin Kost, the founder of such a large-scale event. Meanwhile, other like-minded people – Badeo, Andre Kronert and Exos – help with learning activities. @konstantin_kost
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
Katharine pilots us thru a melodic trek across the vibrant constellations. Jumping from star to star consumes a lot of time. There is always parts that can be double or triple checked on a spaceship to make sure things are in their optimal working condition. Preventative maintenance can help make one more confident that issues will not happen. Still, something can go wrong with anomalies in space. Just recently, the ships communication system has been in and out of commission. Finding a place to land so the low-gain antennas can be worked on wasn't hard. Once landed, the power subsystem was turned down and then set to offline. The landscape immediately reverted itself to a very old but familiar place. Cat is hissing at the T-Rex off in the distance. Katharine is here to make things more enjoyable while things get reset. The hypnotic beats can certainly lift your spirits. The bleeps and buzzes definitely get your attention. Other times, the melodies make you smile and sway. There are times when it sounds like someone is working in a docking bay with tools. The combination of them being blended, excites all the senses. Thankfully, she is playing analog with vinyl since everything is off network currently... @katharine-motiontheory…
Interpolarm provides us a groovy soundtrack for a journey to far-reaching cities. Planet travelling is a long-exhausting expedition filled with downtime. Lonely hours surround by blinking lights with pages upon pages of celestial cartography on the docket can be a bit of a rigmarole. There isn't enough coffee in a solar day to keep our attention. We do enjoy the occasional warning bleeps on our console's that make their presence known but we need a more involved score to keep our focus and raise our spirit's. Enter Interpolarm to satisfy this lust for life and give us something to get up to. Filled with infectious beats and rhythms that blend perfectly, the rise of energy throughout this odyssey verges on hedonistic. The organic drums resonate over lunar sounding accents is a mighty mix of space and land perfect for star-cruising. The occasional vocal passages just increases the vigor to overload. We wonder if homebase will mind if this ship is set to autopilot while we dance. @interpolarm…
Eric Louis conducts a demonstration of quantum musical projections. Spirit Canyon Solo is more than just a performance. It's a true sonic spectacle for true fans of intergalactic dub techno. An express shuttle brings all the initiates to the delay mystery to get them illuminate the cultural and natural heritage of the planet Kepler-62e. The best landscapes are selected to accompany this spatial audio. Benevolent authentic creations swoop around: from ubiquitous reverbs and rhythm section philosophy to extended chants and enriching overtone textures. The breath of life with its mysterious loops and neat melodic swaying inflates the uninhabited wasteland. @dj-eric-louis…
Dust Yard is doing some transitional styling in the name of the winter solstice. Lunar Santa is in a hurry to congratulate everyone who has behaved well this year. The sack with cherished gifts is stuffed to the top: there's a model of the rocket booster, a brand-new storybook, and even a can of surströmming. The only thing that is not in the bag is a festive compilation for body and soul. The French alchemist will provide it, overcompensating for this lack. In the middle of a frozen lake, an event dedicated to musical passions takes place. This careful flow of the rhythm warms you up like a mug of hot chocolate on a frosty day. Ki.Mi.'s remix gets the blood pumping in the free space: the relentless light heats, balanced lows and mysterious rustles. Nadja Lind enchants one with her treatment of velvety French, sublime brass and magical synth melody, while Makam sums it up with monumental rumbles, distant pulses and pastel pads. @dustyard…
مرحبًا بك في مشغل أف ام!
يقوم برنامج مشغل أف أم بمسح الويب للحصول على بودكاست عالية الجودة لتستمتع بها الآن. إنه أفضل تطبيق بودكاست ويعمل على أجهزة اندرويد والأيفون والويب. قم بالتسجيل لمزامنة الاشتراكات عبر الأجهزة.