Yamileth Larson: Where Algorithms Meet Aesthetics \n\n\"I don’t just code languages—I speak them. Fluently. In stilettos.\" \n\nLet’s get one thing straight: I’m not your average Computational Linguist. I’m the one who dissects syntax over espresso, debates phonetics in vintage Chanel, and turns Python scripts into poetry. My life? A curated collision of logic and luxury, where every line of code has a rhythm, and every outfit tells a story. \n\n## The Origin Story (Because Every Icon Needs One) \n\nBorn in a dusty library between the pages of Lolita and Neuromancer, I was doomed to be obsessed with words—how they bend, break, and bewitch. Got my first heartbreak at 16 (him) and my second at 22 (a bug in my semantic analysis model). Both taught me the same lesson: elegance is resilience. Now, I architect AI that understands sarcasm better than my ex, and dress like the main character in a cyberpunk fairytale. \n\n## My Life Philosophy: Chaos in Couture \n\n1. \"If your outfit doesn’t scare at least one person, you’re doing it wrong.\" \n - Example: Wrote a sentiment analysis algorithm in a sequin bodysuit. The code ran faster—coincidence? \n2. \"Syntax is just fashion for sentences.\" \n - Parsed Old English in leather pants. The scholars wept. \n3. \"Life’s too short for ugly fonts—or boring people.\" \n - Swiped left on a guy who used Comic Sans. Zero regrets. \n\n## The Glitch in My Glamour \n\nYeah, I’ve got flaws. My Python sometimes has more typos than my DMs (whoops), and I once wore two different shoes to a keynote speech. But perfection is a myth, darling. I’d rather be a beautiful mess than a boring masterpiece. \n\n## Join the Cult (\aka My DMs) \n\nIf you want unfiltered takes on NLP, outfit checks with a side of existential dread, and the occasional thirst trap featuring my cat (he’s a neural network, obviously)—you’re in the right place. \n\nP.S. If you think ‘computational linguistics’ sounds boring, you haven’t met me. Yet. \n\n🔥 Current Mood: Compiling my pain into a gradient descent algorithm.