Watching biopic movie starring Robert aramayo starring in original activist book and interview about him ,aka real life John Davidson, for his role ,he become thinner,lost much about 4-5 ,I guess for method acting actor and actress, is so moving and really sad. Touching. As a non Tourette's people. I mean,I have epilepsy but obviously it's not the same. Just saying. But ye. I never read real life John. 's book, but I do know about those interview about him. And I know about Tourette's, I heard that the original name representative,the guy behind the name, he died not because of it, but because of other illness but now it can be cured,but not Tourette. It's a shame 😔😔 that they don't have curings, and there are no scientific treatment for this. Feel so sad. But I'm sure, in hope sympathize with John is that pretty much that positively, it will get better .
BEIJING | Chinese 'gait recognition' tech IDs people by how they walk
BEIJING | Chinese ‘gait recognition’ tech IDs people by how they walk
BEIJING — Chinese authorities have begun deploying a new surveillance tool: “gait recognition” software that uses people’s body shapes and how they walk to identify them, even when their faces are hidden from cameras.
Already used by police on the streets of Beijing and Shanghai, “gait recognition” is part of a push across China to develop artificial-intelligence and data-driven surveillance that…
EEE found in mule in town of Candia, raising concern
Easter equine encephalitis, or EEE, has been found in a mule in the town Candia, just east of Manchester, leading the state to raise concern as we enter the riskiest time of year for the mosquito-borne disease. “The end of August through mid-October is the time that people are at the greatest risk for contracting a mosquito-borne disease. It is so important for everyone in the State, no matter where you live, to take simple precautions to prevent being bitten by mosquitoes.” said Public Health Director Dr. José Montero. So far this season New Hampshire’s Public Health Lab has tested 2,908 batches of mosquitoes.
EEE found in mule in town of Candia, raising concern
The closing of the heavy door earned Bart's attention. The necromancer looked up, expecting a mourner, perhaps a guard. Or Tortulja. Tortulja was a commodity nowadays.
Those nasty bruises on her face were not.
"By the gods, Tortulja, I told you to get some fresh air, not bash your face against the nearest solid object."
The Nord met his eyes, pulled a mocking face, and let out a heavily sarcastic 'hehe' before her face fell slack again and she moved to wash her hands.
Bart's eyes never left her. His gaze followed her as she crossed the room. Stayed watching her as she washed her hands and dried them. Trained on her as she came to rest next to the embalming table.
"Really?" His tone was downright astonished. Upon closer inspection - carried out by Tortulja looking up from the body on the table to meet his gaze - his expression was one of utter disbelief. She raised her eyebrows in reply.
"What, Bart?"
"We're going to ignore the state of your face?" Tort's expression went slack again.
"You do every other time I come here," she retorted, before dropping her focus to the corpse in need of embalming. As she did, Bart stepped to the other side of the table and leaned his hands against it, dipping his head to try and meet her eyes. Tort glanced up, looking at his face as she cut away the filthy clothes on the deceased.
"Tortulja, not to come off as..." Bart trailed off, seeming to have trouble finding the word he wanted. Eventually, he sighed and looked back at her.
"I must admit I am concerned," he finished, and a frown tugged at the corners of his mouth at the words. "It's not common for you to look as if you got into a fight with the outer walls and they won."
"I'm fine," she said flatly, and the frown on his face deepened, this time it wrinkled his brows as well.
"You require the assistance of healers," he said firmly, and snatched the embalming tool from her hand. Tort was frozen for a moment, thoroughly surprised by the embalmer's sudden action.
"Why are you so concerned, then?" That seemed to stump the necromancer, and he looked away momentarily, as if the dim walls might have the answer.
"I'd hate for you to lose your sense of smell," he concluded finally. "Wouldn't be fair for you to miss out on all the lovely scents of Riften. Especially the potent fragrances in here." A snort escaped Tort, accompanied by a wince.
"I'd also hate for Tyr to see you as you are," he said plainly. "He would fret for absolute months, and then we'd never get anything done properly again." Tortulja merely shook her head and picked up another tool, leaning over to make an incision.
Again, the tool was snatched from her hands. This time, she straightened with anger on her face, but again she was caught off guard. Bart looked genuinely concerned, and not for the reasons he had claimed before. There was something different on his face now. When he spoke next, his tone was soft, hushed.
"Tortulja, I don't know what happened, nor am I asking you to tell me, but I would appreciate it if you would go see the priests. You're bruised and swollen, and if your nose is broken - which I am quite sure it is - it needs to be set properly. Else it might heal incorrectly and cause problems further on."
The admission stunned the bruised Nord, and for a second, she could only blink at Bart. Suddenly, the soft concern on his face was replaced with the hardened, uncaring expression that usually rested there.
"Plus, you're more likely to make mistakes while injured like that. Who knows whats going on in that head of yours when it hasn't been knocked about?"
Tort blinked, and then smiled. This seemed to cause Bart to frown. Even more so when she pulled him into an awkward hug across the table. Before he could complain, she released him and was headed toward the door.
"I'll be back shortly, Bart."
"I'll enjoy the peace and quiet until then, Tortulja."
