#Wolynski

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Vanished Vegas - bye bye, Mirage

[marril96]

Criminal Minds 3.02 | In Name and Blood | deleted scene

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

In Name and Blood: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

By the time you got back to the police station, there is news of another kidnapping in the area.

"Hey. What do we know?" Vic asks.

"Woman's name is Claire Thompson. Her husband tried to reach her on the cell phone. When she didn't pick up, he drove to the department store. The car's in the parking lot, but she's not inside."

"Is that the husband?" JJ wonders, pointing to the man inside the station who looks distraught.

"Yeah. JJ, take Strauss with you," Derek informs.

The best thing he could have said by far.

"I had the department store uplink the security footage to your analyst in Quantico. My desk is over here," an officer says, leading your team to his desk.

Just then, Penelope requests a video chat. You lean over and press accept, and her face pops onto the screen.

"Garcia, baby girl, please tell me something I want to hear," Derek begs. "Did you locate the missing girl on the security footage?"

"On it. It's coming your way. Keep me on speaker, will you?"

The video pops up, and you can see the woman on screen looking through clothes and deciding what she wants to buy. Nothing seems out of the ordinary for this woman.

"She doesn't seem to be on anyone's radar," Spencer voices your thoughts.

Just then, a little boy comes into the frame and grabs her attention.

"Look. Who's the kid?"

"Does Claire have a son?" you ask.

"No, a two-year-old daughter."

"It looks likes the kid is lost."

Claire grabs the kid's hand and he escorts her out of the frame where you can no longer see her. You expect the video to change views, but nothing else comes.

"Penelope, this all you got?" you ask.

"That's it. They turned down a hallway without any security cameras, and we lose them."

"I'll get a list of missing kids, see if we can make out a resemblance to any of them," Vic offers.

"Shit," you sigh, thinking about what Hotch said. At this point, JJ and Strauss come back from talking to the husband. "It's something Hotch said. All the abductions and disposals have been timed around school time. We thought the unsub might work in the system. What if this guy's actually using his own son to lure his victims?"

"Then the profile changes, and we need to give it out as soon as possible," Derek says.

"I'll gather my men and women," Vic suggests and leaves the group.

Strauss has a look on her face that suggests she didn't like it when you said Hotch's name. It's like she doesn't want him being part of this team anymore. It worked really well before, why take him out now? Just because Elle went rouge, doesn't mean it was his fault. What happened with Gideon isn't his fault either, so she has no reason to bench him other than showing off that she is the boss of him, and whatever she says goes.

As soon as Vic gathers everyone on the force, your team stands in front to give the profile. Strauss stands off to the side to observe this since she doesn't really know how to participate in something like this.

"Detective Wolynski told us you're trying to single out trucks and vans. That's smart. The unsub is dumping his victims in the business district, so I'd agree with you--he's probably not driving something that would stand out. He may even have some type of company logo on the side of his vehicle as well," Derek begins.

"We know that he abducts the women in Wauwatosa and dumps their bodies somewhere in the third ward. Most unsubs keep their area of control--where they kill their victims--triangulated between the two points. This means that the unsub probably lives in Wauwatosa or the third ward. Somewhere in that area, and the people who live there know the unsub."

"There's no sexual component to these crimes, which means it's more about the unsub making a point. He's cutting their hearts out. It might just be that this is the sickest way the unsub knows to disfigure the women and to throw them out like trash. We can't really know," you add.

"The two most important questions to ask ourselves are: What is this guy doing with these women for forty-eight hours and why is he willing to use his own son to abduct them? If he is truly using his own son, then it's likely that he has what we call borderline personality disorder."

"Now, borderlines think that all relationships revolve entirely around them. When they set their mind to something, there is no gray area. It would also manifest in a way that would be visible to people around the unsub. Intense bouts of anger and depression or problems drinking. He would also be highly sensitive to rejection," Derek says.

"One last thing," you say before the meeting is disbanded. "It's not easy to crack a chest bone. This unsub knows how to work with his hands, and is used to hard labor. He's not afraid to get dirty."

"Thank you."

The officers all go their separate ways, and your team along with Vic meets in the empty conference room to talk about what to do next.

"I'll have triple the patrol in the area, and I've got every available unit recanvassing," Vic says.

"It's tough knowing they're out there and we're still a step behind," Derek sighs.

"You know, it used to be a running joke that if you told people you were from Milwaukee, all they wanted to talk about was Happy Days reruns. Then Dahmer happens and they ask you about it as if it's the same thing. As if it's entertainment, but I was in that apartment," Vic sighs.

You leave out the part where you helped capture Dahmer when you were traveling through the area. This isn't the time to get into that.

"Gideon, one of our bosses, says that there are things that attach to you that you can never wash off," Spencer adds.

"Alright, is it possible we're looking at this the wrong way?" JJ wonders.

"What do you mean?" Strauss asks.

"Well, we're trying to zero in on the unsub. Now, you guys tell me, but if he really is using his son, wouldn't the trauma manifest more clearly on the boy?"

"Can your analyst get a list of all the children in the area that we're targeting?"

"Garcia can get you whatever you want," Derek says.

He reaches for the phone in the middle of the room and dials her number by heart, placing her on speakerphone. You never know what you're going to get with Penelope when she knows that Derek is calling her. This is going to be good, you know it.

"Talk dirty to me," she answers.

You turn to Spencer's shoulder and giggle into it. Derek sighs knowing this isn't going to go well. Vic is just confused that this is how the FBI talk to each other. Straus... isn't amused at all. You smirk and look at Derek who just shakes his head.

"This is section chief Erin Strauss."

"Ma'am, I think it goes without saying that I was expecting it to be someone else."

"I need a list of every grade school in the third ward and Wauwatosa," she gets down to business.

"Yes, ma'am. The third ward has one public grade school, but there appear to be four private schools that draw from that area."

"And Wauwatosa?"

"That would be nine, ma'am."

"How many students?"

"Thirty-two hundred."

"Can you also get me a list of every guidance counselor that deals directly with the student body in that area?"

"Certainly, ma'am. And again, I'd like to a--"

Strauss doesn't care for her apology and hangs up on her, and your smile is lost at her behavior. Why is she acting like this? What stick does she have up her ass to make her so arrogant and rude? You'd like to show her where else that stick can go, but that wouldn't be the wisest decision to make.

"You need to present these counselors with a profile of a troubled kid."

She gives the orders, and you have to follow them in accordance with her liking. You and your team went to every school and talked to every single guidance counselor, but nothing ever came of it. You have so many files of troubled kids from every single one of them that your team now has to digress in order to figure out who might be luring these women to the unsub.

The boy you're looking for is possibly from a single-parent home. He's sullen and withdrawn who may have been caught stealing from the female teachers. He's more than likely clinging to maternal figures in inappropriate settings--hugging the female bus driver or the woman in the lunchroom. His classmates might notice this inappropriate behavior and tease him, which makes the boy incredibly angry.

With all the files matching this very vague descriptions, you have to now look through them with only five people to do it instead of seven.

"Alright, the boy doesn't look like he could be any older than seven," Derek says about the video of the kid taking the latest victim out of the store she was shopping in. "Let's work from youngest to oldest. Start with the worst behavior. Get the names of the parents, and send them over to Garcia. She can cross-check for criminal records. This guy is dumping bodies between 7:30 and 8:00. That gives us a little over twelve hours to make something hit. Let's get it done."

You're about to dive into your pile when you see two people who make your heart flip. Emily and Hotch are here, and they are here to help whether Strauss wants them to or not.

"Look who's here," Spencer smiles when he sees them.

"Hey, where do we start? How fast can you get us up to speed?"

"How fast can you sit down?" JJ jokes with her.

Straus chooses this moment to come in, and from the look of her face and the emotion you're feeling from her, she isn't happy about them being here.

"We're only here to help," Emily says before she has a chance to say something.

"We'll deal with this later."

Your entire team gets to work, going through all of the files, but nothing is coming up. You have one more hour left to keep looking, but by the pace you're all going at, you know that Claire is going to die before you figure out who took her. Another one dead, and you can't do anything about it.

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[wolynski]

Catch A Rising Star, NYC, in the 80s

[tvoom]

I do LOVE your youtube tutorials - don't have lightroom, but CS5 - all the sliders are the same in the camera raw part. I finish everything off in the photoshop part, like eg. the content-aware function to get rid of pesky little annoyances. However, you always teach me something new - thank you from Elizabeth

Thank you so very much, Elizabeth! This means the world. I am really happy that my videos are helpful. And you are absolutely right. The sliders in camera raw are the same. Basically Lightroom *is* camera raw with a different user interface and some more features.I do have PS CS6, and if there is some interest, I could throw in a video about Photoshop here and there.Also I am always open for suggestions and questions.BTW... I LOVE your Las Vegas impressions on @vegasimages . But you know that. 

[raphael-angele]

Tim Drake as Spencer Reid cuz they're both Geniuses

ft Jason as Derek Morgan cuz they are the older brothers:

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After someone called them ass clowns:

Jason: Ass clowns?!

Dick: You ever work with someone who continuously show you that they're smarter than you?

Jason, pointing at Tim: every day

Dick: I hate it

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Wayne Enterprises meeting:

Bruce: This is my son, Timothy.

Person: You look a little too young to be a CEO

Tim: I have experience and a PhD for it.

Person: You a genius or something?

Tim: I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 142, am multilingual and have a typing speed of 220 words per minute

Whole Room:

Tim: Yes, I am a genius.

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Red Robin: *skimming through the whole file, turning a page every second*

Officer: The body was found last night at 2 am. *looks at RR* He was...floating in the river and some...fishermen found him. I'm sorry, can you actually read that fast?

Red Robin: Our conscious minds can process 16 bits of information per second our unconscious can process over 11 million.

Officer:

Red Robin: Yes, I can actually read this fast.

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Batman: You find anything, Red Robin?

Red Robin: I was able to differentiate between two distinct voices, two authors. I found various idiosyncratic words, phrases, punctuation, and orthography within the blog entries consistent with each separate person. Words like soda and pop. One guy uses dashes while the other uses ellipses. Heh!

Superman, whispering to Bat: Where'd you find this kid?

Batman: He was left in a basket on the steps of my cave.

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Tim: It's actually possible for twins to feel each other. There's a scientific explanation to it.

Jason: And you believe it.

Tim: No, I'm just saying, it's possible. I don't know everything despite you thinking I do.

Jason: I didn't say that. When ever have I said that?

Tim: Everyday since I met you

Damian: This morning at breakfast

Dick: Yesterday when he beat you at cards.

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Detective, looking at the note the killer left: He's taunting us. I used this specific quote in my book-

Red Robin: On page 184. I uh, read it on the plane.

Detective: And you remember the page number?

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Detective: Nice to meet you. I'm Michael Wolynski, Milwaukee P.D.

Red Robin: You worked the Jeffrey Dahmer case.

Detective: 16 years ago.

Red Robin: I've, uh, studied it.

Detective: You remember my name?

Red Hood: He remembers everything. It's what he does.

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Case in Mexico:

Red Hood: What's all this?

Officer: Dia de los Muertos.

Red Robin: Day of the Dead, a three-day Latin holiday where souls of dead relatives are said to return to Earth and enjoy the pleasures they once knew of.

Officer: He sounds like he was reading that out of a book.

Red Hood: Trust me, he always sounds like that.

Red Robin: Actually, I, uh, was reading. I picked this pamphlet up at the airport.

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Tim: I need to stop by a bookstore and get a copy of Empty Planet. I wanna reread it before we talk to the author. I haven't read it since I was 6.

Jason: 6? I was still riding my big wheel at 6 years old.

Tim: Do you mind? It'll only take 10 minutes.

Damian: To buy it or read it?

Tim: Uh, both, actually.

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Dick: How many cops are there in L.A.?

Tim: City or county?

Dick: You actually know the answer.

Tim: I know both answers.

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Tim: There's something wrong. *referring to Jason who's been quiet, reading a book*

Dick: Why do you say that?

Tim: He's been reading the same page for 16 minutes and 24 seconds.

Dick: Maybe it's a really good article.

Damian: It shouldn't take Todd longer than 11 minutes and 17 seconds to turn a page.

Dick: (disappointed) You time how long it-- What's your theory?

Tim: I'm extrapolating probabilities as we speak.

---

Dick: Professor is reading the manifesto.

Jason: I hope she reads as fast as Tim.

Dick: No one reads as fast as Tim.

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Shemar Moore   as  Derek Morgan   2007  in  Criminal Minds   “In Name and Blood“

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1111159/

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Sylvester McCoy at the Ken Campbell Roadshow, his very first acting (?) job.

Photographed by Wolynski (official(?) blog here)

[aleesblog]

How Real Doctors Think

  Review of Mentored by a Madman: The William Burroughs Experiment.1

Denis M. Donovan, MD, FAPS

Canadian Bulletin of Medical History

Volume 35; Issue: 2, 2018, pp. 455-459. DOI: 10.3138/cbmh.BR_EN

“In his welcome address,” Andrew Lees writes of the beginning of his medical studies at London Hospital Medical College in October of 1965, “the Dean informed us that we were here to study medicine and that from now on our lives would be dedicated to the prevention, cure or alleviation of human disease. Medicine,” the Dean stressed, “was a calling, not a business.” There but for the grace of Fate go I was the Dean’s message. Indeed, Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto — I am human, nothing human is foreign to me — was the teaching hospital’s motto. But almost overnight Lees witnessed in many of his fellow medical students an extremely disturbing and worrisome transformation as they became a-lien-ated —the link between doctors and patients, between self and other, was broken — as if patients were them, mere subhuman collections of body parts, carriers of disease and mundane opportunities for uppercase ‘D’ Doctors to demonstrate their brilliance and celebrate their superiority. Although Lees says that Wolynski, the man whose body he and his fellow anatomy lab partners dissected, helped him “to acquire the carapace of insensitivity required to become a doctor,” the self- protective “carapace” Lees acquired was not the gross dehumanizing insensitivity he found so painful in the “self-satisfied and narrow-minded” attitude and behavior developing in many of his fellow students and the often frank sadism of some of his superiors.

It was in this context of patient suffering and medical insensitivity, prejudice and condescension that Lees experienced two kairotic, intensely formative moments. The first was a poignant and inspiring encounter with a patient during Lees’ first house physician appointment at what is now the Chelsea and Westminster Hospital. This patient suffered — I use the word advisedly — from Parkinson’s disease and was confined to a wheelchair and completely dependent on his family to be fed, dressed and bathed. This former worker from the London Underground viewed Parkinson’s as a death sentence and was pinning all his hopes on the new miracle drug L- DOPA which he had read about in the newspapers. The results Lees’ patient obtained literally within days “turned [Lees] into a ‘Molecule Man’ overnight” and convinced him that “further peptide and amine research would lead to cures for Parkinson’s disease and all the other brutal brain degenerations within five years.” No such overnight progress was made but that didn’t slow Lees down in the least.

The second crucial experience which ultimately gave hope to the first was Lee’s discovery of an unknown face on the front cover of the Beatles’ Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely hearts Club Band album. “Amidst the rows of famous faces he was on the second row next to Marilyn Monroe and above Oscar Wilde. I didn’t recognise him so I looked him up”

Lees’ discovery of William S. Burroughs, the author of Naked Lunch and The Yagé Letters, while still in medical school provided him with the adult version of an imaginary friend, one on a lifelong quest to find a cure for certain mind-and-body destroying drugs. Beneath Burroughs’ “lurid descriptions of heroin-laced depravity, sodomy and infanticide in Naked Lunch [which] had been described by a Boston judge as ‘a revolting miasma of unrelieved perversion,’” and especially in Burroughs’ Yagé Letters to Allen Ginsburg, Lees found a kindred soul, a razor-sharp critic of imperious insensitive and dehumanizing doctoring, whose now-famous character in Naked Lunch Dr. Benway was both a medical beast and one of many voices of a caring visionary on a quest to cure his own junk addiction. While Burroughs’ life was one gigantic series of relapses, he did find genuine momentary relief for his morphine addiction in the apomorphine treatment provided by the London doctor Joseph Yerbury Dent in 1956, the potential significance of which Lees immediately recognized when he read Burroughs’ account. In a 2014 article in the Dublin Review of Books Lees briefly described the episode which is recounted at length in Mentored by a Madman.

Burroughs later wrote enthusiastically in Naked Lunch about Dent’s integrity and empathy and his innovative drug rehabilitation programme:

The vaccine that can relegate the junk virus to a land-locked past is in existence. This vaccine is the Apomorphine treatment discovered by an English doctor ... I found this vaccine at the end of the junk line ... suddenly my habit began to jump and jump. Forty, sixty grains a day. And it still was not enough. And I could not pay ... The doctor explained to me that apomorphine acts on the back brain to regulate the metabolism and normalize the blood stream in such a way that the enzyme system of addiction is destroyed over a period of four or five days ... I saw the apomorphine treatment really work.

Apomorphine took away the biological need for morphine without inducing dependence. It steadied the system, leaving no trace. In Burroughs’s words it was like a dutiful policeman that did its job and then left. Soon after Burroughs’s treatment programme was completed, Dent’s hunch that apomorphine had specific chemical actions in the brain was scientifically confirmed, but it never took hold as a routine treatment for addiction. Crucially for neurologists, it was shown to act on the brain by opening the dopamine receptor lock, which meant that Parkinson’s patients could use more of their own dopamine for longer. My hope was that in time apomorphine would become part of the clinical armoury against Parkinson’s symptoms.2

Burroughs unknowingly reminded the young Andrew Lees that humans did not begin curing their ailments by synthesizing new molecules and profiting from synthetically produced old ones; they began by discovering them as they occurred naturally in the physical world. This simple fact is all but forgotten today. Like Mickey Mouse in Disney’s version of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, contemporary medicine has become so fascinated by its ability to tinker with the world of medicinal molecules—and now the human genome—that it has lost sight of the fact that our knowledge of naturally occurring physical therapeutics is still in its infancy, a veritable gold mine of potential discovery since poison and cure often exist side by side in nature. Nature may not have ceased to be a generous teacher but, unfortunately, our self-absorption has made us far less willing and curious pupils.

But Burroughs wasn’t Lees’ only inspiration and model. He was immensely fortunate, when he began his neurology training at University College Hospital in London, to have two great living teachers, William Gooddy and Gerald Stern, and one great dead one, William Gowers, whose brilliantly detailed clinical journals Lees read avidly in the hospital’s archives. Gooddy and

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Stern, Lees writes, “would never interrupt [the patient’s recounting of his presenting complaint] but when the history had been given they would clarify points with a few carefully chosen, nonleading questions.” In stark contrast, today’s physician typically interrupts the patient a mere 18 seconds into his or her initial narrative which the patient may never be able to complete. Few patients today have ever experienced a William Gooddy, a Gerald Stern or an Andrew Lees and thus have no realistic idea of how caring, attentive and genuinely interested good doctoring can be. “Perfection of this methodological and time-consuming approach is essential to becoming a good neurologist,” Lees adds, “and I spent many hours on the wards and in the outpatient clinic trying to hone my skills.” Contrast this with the unquestioning expectation of a 22-year-old medical student in a “cutting edge” Leadership Program at the University of South Florida who doesn’t hesitate to say that he “... would like to be a leader of a team setting ... part of a department, leading other doctors and teaching them everything I have learned.”3

Today in his seventies, Lees is a Professor of Neurology at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery, Queen Square, London and University College London. He is one of the world’s top experts on Parkinson’s disease and a teacher and researcher venerated for his masterful observational and clinical reasoning skills. Even so, Lees is acutely aware of how little he knows, how much is yet to be learned and how much greater the obstacles are today to realistic naturalistic learning than when he began his medical and neurological training. And as for self- experimentation, which Lees kept secret for nearly his entire medical career, few today within or outside clinical, academic and research medicine, are even aware of how crucial it was to the understanding and innovative progress of the great medical discoverers such as Sir William Osler, the father of North American internal medicine and the originator of bedside teaching.

It is a great irony, but not unusual in the case of genuinely curious, creative and innovative thinkers, that the pupil proves to be far more skeptical than the teacher. It is to Lees’ great credit that he was able to distill from a complex and contradictory life of largely credulous self- indulgence Burroughs’ genuinely brilliant, caring and realistic thoughts, insights and commitment to a quest for a cure for crippling addiction. Most people throw the baby out with the dirty bathwater. Andrew Lees pulled the baby out of the mire and, throughout a lifetime of patient, sensitive and committed physicianly care and constant technical scientific research, has never ceased to do his best in the face of all obstacles to relieve human suffering and to leave the world of medicine and healthcare richer than he found it.

Yes, do read this book to discover how William S. Burroughs inspired a professional lifetime of brilliant medical research. But read it as well, perhaps even more so, to be reminded of what genuine medical care can and should be and what the obstacles to its survival are in a world increasingly defined by insatiable corporate greed and vacuous self-satisfied professionalism.

For those who were tempted to believe Jerome Groopman’s assertion that doctors can’t think because they’re the helpless victims of inescapable cognitive biases and need their patients to think for them, here’s your antidote.4 No technical knowledge is required to profit from this marvelous book.

1 Andrew J. Lees, Mentored by a Madman: The William Burroughs Experiment. (Devon, UK: Notting Hill Editions, 2016).

2 Andrew J. Lees, “Hanging out with the molecules.” Dublin Review of Books (1 September 2014). http://www.drb.ie/essays/hanging-out-with-the-molecules (accessed 7 November 2018).

3 Letitia Stein, “USF joins national effort to reform doctor training.” (Tampa Bay Times, Saturday, August 4: 1A, 7A).

4 Jerome Groopman, How Doctors Think. (New York: Houghton Mifflin, 2007).

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Vanished Vegas - Sahara rollercoaster

[kvetchlandia]

Elizabeth Wolynski     Andy Kaufman     1978

“I try to please people, to give them a good time, but I refuse to make my act conform to traditional show-biz standards of entertainment. There's a little voice that says, 'Oh, no, you can't do that, that's breaking all the rules.' That's the voice of show business. Then this other little voice says, 'Try it.' And most of the time, when the voice comes on and says, 'No,' that's the time it works.” Andy Kaufman

[sincerepositivethings]

Issue Five

A tribute to things from a place, and Warhol, Kaufman and Dali hang out

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Obviously there are a lot of things that you can only get in one specific place. I’m not going to go to Denmark for tacos and I’m not going to buy a Tiffany lamp from Lancaster, PA. But, I love it when an item is synonymous with a place to an extent that if it’s not from there, it’s not worth having. We’re talking champagne being made from grapes grown in the Champagne region of France. By act of Congress, bourbon can’t be called bourbon unless it was made in the United States (and stored in a new container of charred oak). But my favorite example isn’t a spirit: it’s Harris Tweed. First, for my money, they’ve got the best clothing tag in all of clothing (see above). They call that logo “the orb,” (though it is obviously the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch) and the Harris Tweed Authority refers to itself as “guardians of the orb.” Pretty sweet. Second, for something to be Harris Tweed it has to have been woven, finished, spun, and dyed in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland. Every 50 meters is then inspected and then stamped by hand. Skip any one of those steps, it’s not getting an orb. And third, to ensure that nothing dilutes the brand, the United Kingdom passed the Harris Tweed Act in 1993 that defines the standards of and protects the quality of this one particular kind of tweed. You might think this is all overboard to protect a bunch of wool. I just love the pride in the product that this level of protection shows. If you can’t trust anyone else to get it right; don’t let them give it your name. Similarly, if you ever receive an email claiming to contain sincere things without the “Fully Sincere” seal at the bottom, it ain’t “Sincere, Positive Things.”

Via my friend Matt, this blog post comes from Wolynski, a former comic who was hired alongside Andy Kaufman to perform at a swanky New York City party in the 1970s. Among the literati who appear are various Rockefellers and Vanderbilts as well as artists Andy Warhol and Salvador Dali.

[josephlrushing]

OrCam Read Is the Digital AI Assistive Reading Device We’ve Been Waiting For

I can’t imagine a world in which I couldn’t read anything put in front of me (assuming it was in a language I understood, of course), but for many people that is a reality. Whether because of dyslexia, illiteracy, moderate vision impairment, reading fatigue, dyslexia, or aphasia, many people can’t do something I take for granted. OrCam Read is here to help.

The first device like this of its kind, the OrCam Read is an AI-driven digital reader designed for people who have difficulty reading for whatever reason. The OrCam read is designed to be easy to use, and when used it will instantly read full pages or digital screens of text out loud. Think about that for a moment.

The OrCam Read is a lightweight handheld device that can help anyone who has reading difficulties. Whether you need it to read for work, academics, or personal pleasure, the OrCam Read can help its users by giving them the ability to instantly hear any text on a page or display.

Using OrCam Read’s proprietary AI algorithms, its intuitive point-and-click operation activates two precision laser guidance options so that the OrCam Read can “read the entire highlighted text or target where to begin reading. The wireless device provides instant audio playback, communicating text from newspapers, books, computer and smartphone screens, product labels and other surfaces.”

While this system isn’t made for someone who is profoundly blind (because the operator has to have at least mild to moderate vision to aim the device at the desired text), the OrCam Read is perfect for just about anyone else who has difficulty reading the written words in front of them.

People with mild to moderate vision still retain some functional vision. For these people, OrCam Read offers a new opportunity for increased independence through access to text, in any setting, at any time. – Dr. Bryan Wolynski, leading optometrist and consultant to OrCam

The OrCam Read uses a modified 13-megapixel smart camera, and it processes everything entirely offline without the need for an internet connection; this gives you privacy while also providing real-time audio communication. In low-light situations, the Read’s built-in high-intensity LED light will illuminate the material to be read.

Sized like a fat highlighter, the OrCam Read weighs just 1.55 ounces and it measures 4.8″ long by 0.98″ wide by 0.5″ thick. If you want to connect the Orcam Read to headphones or earbuds for private reading, you’ll appreciate that it is both WiFi and Bluetooth-enabled which also means it will be able to accept periodic software updates. The device has a 700mAh battery which can provide up to 4 hours of continuous use.

OrCam Read users can look forward to a soon-to-be-released natural language processing (NLP) “interactive reading” feature. This “AI-driven feature enables the user to read only text of interest via voice commands such as “read headlines”, “read phone numbers”, or “find” a specific word.”

Learn more at the OrCam Site.

  from Joseph Rushing https://geardiary.com/2020/03/13/orcam-read-is-the-digital-ai-assistive-reading-device-weve-been-waiting-for/

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50 POEMS FOR SNOW / STOCKHOLM 

Var: Dagen då den första snön faller till marken – ej specificerat / naturen avgör och Var: Vid kullen i Rosenlundsparken (T-bana: Medborgarplatsen, Skanstull eller Mariatorget) och Tid: 18.30

Poeter i snön: Gatuduvan, Ahu Smith, Bengt O Björklund Gästpoeter: Eugene Wolynsky, Linn Willén, Liv Elgenklöw, Marion Horney

Festivalen organiseras: Lucija Grbić

Tack: Antonija Komazlić

50 Poems for Snow är en årlig internationell poesifestival som anordnas i ett antal städer världen runt. Festivalen äger rum nattetid, då den första snön fallit till marken. Inbjudna poeter framför sina texter samt en text i urval från en given författare till vilken festivalen dedikeras.

I år har vi valt att hylla den chilenske poeten, matematikern och fysikern, Nicanor Parra.

För första gången anordnas festivalen i Stockholm och vi är stolta och glada att bjuda in till en afton i poesins tecken.

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50 POEMS FOR SNOW / STOCKHOLM (SWEDEN)

First day of snowfall, Rosenlundsparken at 18 30 h.  

Poems will be read by: Ahu Smith, Bengt O Björklund and Gatuduvan,  alongside poet guests: Eugene Wolynsk, Linn Willén, Liv Elgenklöw and Marion-Astrid Hornéy.

First edition of 50 Poems for Snow in Stockholm is dedicated to Nicanor Parra.

The event is organized by: Lucija Grbić

Thanx: Antonija Komazlić

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50 Poems for Snow is an international no-budget poetry festival taking place each year in a number of cities on the day of the first snowfall. The festival takes place at night and in the outdoors. Three poets perform few poems of their own, each of them adding one more by a classic author to whom the festival is dedicated that particular year.

The festival was founded in Zagreb in 2012 by Aleksandar Hut Kono and Saša Šimpraga and since then and so far has taken place in 18 European cities (Belgrade, Colomiers, Čakovec, Delnice, Helsinki, Karlovac, Koprivnica, Maribor, Novi Sad, Osijek, Prishtina, Prizren, Ravne na Koroškem, Sinj, Sisak, Sofia, Toulouse, Vienna, Yerevan and Zagreb) and 9 countries (Austria, Armenia, Croatia, Bulgaria, Finland, France, Kosovo, Serbia and Slovenia).

This winter’s participating cities may be found here.

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If interested in organizing local edition of 50 Poems for Snow in your city, please contact us. The details may be found here.

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