When he heard cries for help, a resident used his phone camera to zoom in from his flat window to a bus stop in Punggol Field.
He saw a man squatting before getting up and walking to the rear of the bus stop, where he collapsed on a grass patch.
Steve Ballmer pressed the heels of his hands against his thighs and leaned forward. He was sitting in his customary spot at Staples Center, along the baseline in the arena’s north end. Most NBA owners sit at midcourt and dress like the corporate executives with billion-dollar fortunes that they are. Ballmer was wearing a plaid shirt and casual pants. “I can’t wear a sport coat to a basketball game,” he’d said a few minutes earlier.
On the cusp of a stock-option grant that promises to make him nearly $1 billion richer, at least on paper, Elon Musk made a surprising announcement.
“I am selling almost all physical possessions,” the Tesla Inc. chief executive tweeted on May 1. “Will own no house.”
In 2018, infectious disease experts at the University of Hong Kong came across an unusual patient.The 56-year-old man, who had undergone a liver transplant, was showing abnormal liver functions with no obvious cause.
William James Sidis is proof that exceptional intelligence is more a curse than anything else.
Michael Terpin, who is the co-founder and CEO of the Transform Group, says that in 2018 his phone was hacked and $24 million of Bitcoin was stolen. Terpin says that a group of 20 teenagers led by Ellis Pinsky were responsible. In 2018, Pinsky was only 15 years old.
The risks physicians, nurses and other health care workers face, by reusing masks and gowns, resemble the risks soldiers faced over 15 years ago when patrolling Iraq in unarmored vehicles. A shortage of personal protective equipment (PPE) is one of the defining characteristics of the COVID-19 pandemic, a crisis many compare to a war.
After the halving, crypto exchanges selling Bitcoin, which they collected in trading fees, may pose the biggest threat to the ongoing Bitcoin rally as miners earn less BTC.
I had just placed another $100 bet when the man in a dark suit, flanked by two larger men in darker suits, approached me from behind. I pretended not to see them coming, relaxing my posture against the plush back of the velvet chair. My heart raced, but I kept my breath even and my gaze focused on the ordered diagram of cards scattered across the red felt. It was my third month as a professional card counter, and I was about to be kicked out of a casino for the first time.