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So the other day I was at home, bored, and the phone rings, I'm pretty sure it's a telemarketer so before I answer the phone, I decide I'm going to have a bit of fun.

I answer, sure enough, it's Rex Williams, telemarketer. I let him sell me his speel, but after a while I start to give him the wrap up, in the nicest way possible. But he's consistent, so I start my fun.

We get into a conversation about living life on a minimum wage as a telemarketer, and I give him advice, "To get a new job with better pay, and that God will be with him". The conversation goes for about 10 minutes and I leave him on his way, telling him I'm not interested.

Next day I get home, and there is a message on my answering machine. It's Rex Williams! He informs me that he has quit his previous job and has got a new one, which pays much more; all thanks to me!

Not two seconds after finishing the message the phone rings. You guessed it REX WILLIAMS!!! He answers with Hello Ben (not my real name)! Seeming overjoyed to hear from me! He tells me about his new job, (at a new call centre, probably the same one to be honest, I'm not an idiot!), and continues to try to sell me ANOTHER SPECIAL DEAL!

This time I have to turn him away, but Rex, I hope your life continues to get better and I'm glad I could help!

title: My New Indian Friend: Rex Williams the telemarketer

question: What's the telemarketer's name?

answer: Rex Williams

question: What do they start talking about?

answer: The minimum wage.

question: Why did Rex leave a message?

answer: To tell the narrator he had quit his job and gotten a better one, thanks to the narrator.

question: What happens next?

answer: Rex calls the narrator from his new job.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: One day the narrator receives a call from a telemarketer that turns into a friendly conversation. The guy's name is Rex Williams. The two end up discussing the low minimum wage pay Rex is paid at this job and the narrator encourages Rex to seek out better opportunities. The next day the narrator comes home to a message from Rex thanking him for his advice and stating he had quit his job. Then, Rex calls the narrator to tell him all about it. The narrator hopes Rex' life continues to get better.


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I didn’t know at that point in time if I had made the right decision that day in the dark room, but the newspapers days after led me to believe that I should be proud, and that my nation was proud of me as well. Don’t get me wrong, I am a humble man, but seeing my face strung across every form of media, from print to television, awoke an unfamiliar side of me.
	Whether or not I was thinking of the moral implications at the time, I am not in a position to say. The newscasters called me a visionary and a genius at the time, but I still viewed myself as only a photographer. Since then, years after the invention of the chrono-animism obscura, “photographers” have become depicted as witchcraft-wielding hedonists. I take no offense to these words. I believe it is an appropriate response from people who have lost their loved ones on account of my invention.
	I have heard once that French film critic Andre Bazin praised the work of the “New Wave” of cinema for understanding film’s ability to capture divinity. Some say that divinity is all around us every moment, but our poor, limited perspective as active participants in each moment prevent us from realizing this pantheism. Evolutionarily it makes sense for us to forgo this attitude. How could we survive if we were always in love? We can’t let it consume us every moment. We still need to go to the bathroom, get a drink of water, get back to the mundane, get a little breathing room and break from being intensely alive.
	The point is through that cinema, and it is probably true of all art, we as inactive participants can see that divinity in the both the mundane and holy moments. When we photograph something we make it bigger than itself. Not in size, but in epistemological weight.  Ideologically, wielders of the chrono-animism obscura are artists of the same vein as those film makers of the new wave; no different in their attempts to capture beauty.
To those unfamiliar with it, the chrono-animism obscura made it so photographs were no longer constrained to a still frame in time and space, but now offered the possibility of entire self-contained worlds. One, unsatisfied with their current moment of real life could enter a photograph and spend an entire afternoon in a personal dimension and return to waking life unchanged. The afternoon they spent literally didn’t exist outside of the viewer’s mind.
The process of inserting oneself into a photo involves holding the photo an arm’s length away. The photos the chrono-animism obscura produce are similar to film ones in that physically they are comprised of glossy paper, but different in that the surface of the paper held the image of a moment from all possible vantage points. Our senses, not used to seeing an object from all vantage points at once, leave us feeling dizzy. From there the viewer is required to take a leap of faith, embracing the dizziness rather than rejecting it, as they move the photo closer to your face. If done properly the viewer sheds their perspective, and the brain rejects its senses as appropriate tools to perceive that in front of them. A loss of the conception of time is the final piece to a successful photo-hop.
My first successes with the obscura were exhilarating. Naturally the first photos I took were simple. Unsure of the capabilities I first tried capturing and reproducing the essence of a singular apple on a table of a cold empty room. The sweet, refreshing crunch of my first bite of fake fruit is a moment I would remember and cherish always, but with the obscura I didn’t have to remember it, I could live it again and again. Soon after my first experiment, the inventive process began to snowball and I was making pineapples and guava by the dozen.
From there we learned that the photo was only a launching off point. It brought you into a specific place and time in your head, but where you pursued from there was your decision. You created the world in your head after the photo first gets you in. If you want someone to talk to, you can create them. If you want a shiny red corvette to be in your garage when you open the door; it’s up to you. In this way it is nothing new to lucid dreamers who are well versed in being the creators of their reality.
  After the first wave of commercial use and the excitement that followed, the US government decided to shun this renaissance of technology with the 49th and 50th amendments; calling the act of photo-hopping dangerous and an unfit use of time for a struggling, impoverished working class. People stopped showing in for work when they realized that the American dream, or whatever their rendition of it, could be obtained indefinitely like people of old could keep a photo album in their attic. With the accessibility of food, shelter, love, and other necessities certitude, a simple photo-hop away, struggling became one of the things society found least necessary.
	I do understand some of their criticisms however; there have been cases in which people have abused the ability to photo-hop, never leaving their fictional realm and, in some of the worst cases, leaving transfigured soulless beings behind. These husks shocked the wives, husbands, coworkers, and children that found them limp, eyes glazed over a page of their album. Following these first reports the FDA and DEA let down an iron curtain banning the photos from being created, possessed, or sold. I don’t appreciate the comparison of schedule 1 drugs to my portal to the mind.
	What I am asking you now, is to act forward with a little open-mindedness. I cannot reject the claims of news reports, so I shan’t try to. Husks are very much real. What I wish to argue against is those who demonize photo-hoppers. The media sees photo-hoppers “users, addicts, bums, and no-good blots on the town,” but if we were to look through another peephole we would call them “artists, philosophers, martyrs, and visionaries” and mean the exact same thing.
	My wife, Belinda and I spent many days utilizing the powers of the obscura together in the early stages of its development. We each had our favorite photos and would share them with each other. From the streets of Paris, to a spring-time baseball game we are able to experience anything we wish.
	In my favorite photo I am waist deep in the Pacific Ocean and the power of the waves overwhelms my senses. The smell of the salt water, the weightlessness it gives me, and the constant heavy hum of waves crashing makes me feel so incredibly small. Belinda is on the beach and she is waving to me. After a long while I am satisfied and decide to head in to my beautiful wife, and as I approach the beach sand sticks to my wet legs. I am dripping with seawater, and my darling starts to come into clearer focus. However, I have never made it any further to her in that photo. At that moment I always seem to exit.
	You see the process of exiting a photo is so simple it is quite genius. In fact beginners often unintentionally exit photos it’s so easy. If we accept the premise that the act of photo-hopping is experiencing the essence and unfiltered beauty of a moment, being outside of our typical perspective and limited senses, then hopping back into reality would require us to rejoin our traditional perspective. We do so by becoming those active participants, viewing the moments as no longer holy, perfect, and beautiful but mundane and ordinary. Simply put, you exit when you are bored. Some describe the exiting sensation as falling backwards without moving, and when the viewer refocuses their glance they find they are in the same position they were and a nearly negligible amount of time has passed. Einstein enlightened the world about the relativity of time, and it is extraordinary how a moment in one’s own head can seem like eternity. There are no side effects of a successful entry and exit other than minor vertigo.
	Thus these husks aren’t the vegetables we make them out to be. They are incredible in that they are only people who have never seen their headspace as mundane. They are able to recognize the infinite beauty and holiness of their creation. They left their perspective and senses and have not found a reason to return.
	As a photographer I can reassure you that, with the right mindset and precautions, there is no danger in photo-hopping. Although a science hasn’t offered a popular hypothesis yet, my theory is that these “husks”, and their souls, are “in a better place” as the old saying goes. For the first time though this better place, unlike any saying I’ve heard, is a place of their choosing! When I first encountered and examined these husks I couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with gratitude at the idea that an invention of mine could give an eternity of self-legitimized heaven.
	  Let me be the first to tell you, your soul cannot be trapped, or lost, or exist “in limbo”. It saddens me to bring it to these terms, and I know the press will depict me as a heartless monster, but I firmly believe that these people or at least their essence remains in their fantasy on their own free will.
Belinda’s favorite photo was always a nature scene. In it is a small level trail that is littered with the leaves of maple trees. The sun, perched just behind the big leaf maples, illuminates each leaf turning it into a stain glass window. Beyond the maples higher up are mighty douglas fir trees that sway with the wind. Belinda says that when she uses this photo, she likes to imagine I am with her and we walk together, meandering down this trail until it eventually leads us to a small creek. The sound of the wind blowing through the trees is overtaken by the sound of trickling water. She says we sit there and have a picnic and talk about our favorite parts of each other.
Belinda is as the media calls them, one of these husks. It might surprise you though that I am not saddened by this fact. I take this to mean that she has never felt a moment of mundaneness in our picnic. She sees an infinite amount of holiness in me even when, despite my efforts, I cannot manage to do the same for her. For this I am grateful. She may no longer be with me, in waking life that is, but it gives me a great deal of happiness that I am with her. I know that from here perspective we are still together right now by that creek. I know she is happy.
Maybe the most valuable lesson I learned through the chrono-animism obscura that I’ve now been able to apply to my waking life is some Eastern wisdom I heard once. Change the way you look at things, and the things you look at change.

title: Holy Moments (my first post)

question: Describe the chrono-animism obscura invented by the narrator.

answer: The narrator has been been praised and then criticized for the invention of the chrono-animism obscura. With the concept, photographs now offered the possibility of entire self-contained worlds. Once could enter a photograph and spend an entire afternoon and later return to life unchanged. The narrator was criticized for his invention because people abused it by never leaving the fictional realm and would even sometimes leave soulless beings behind. After several reports, agencies banned the photos form being created, possessed or sold.


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Pfizer is expected to seek federal permission to release its Covid-19 vaccine by the end of November, a move that holds promise for quelling the pandemic but also sets up a tight time frame to make sure consumers understand what it will mean to get the shots.

The vaccine, and likely most others, will require two doses to work, injections that must be given weeks apart, company protocols show. Scientists anticipate that the shots will cause enervating flu-like side effects — including sore arms, muscle aches and fever — that could last days and temporarily sideline some people from work or school. And even if a vaccine proves 90 percent effective, the rate Pfizer touted for its product, 1 in 10 recipients would still be vulnerable. That means, at least in the short term, as population-level immunity grows, people can't stop social distancing and throw away their masks.

Left out so far in the push to develop vaccines with unprecedented speed has been a large-scale plan to communicate effectively about those issues in advance, said Saad Omer, director of the Yale Institute for Global Health.

_FULL COVERAGE OF THE CORONAVIRUS OUTBREAK_

"You need to be ready," he said. "You can't look for your communication materials the day after the vaccine is authorized."

Omer, who declined to comment on reports that he's being considered for a post in the new administration of President-elect Joe Biden, called for the rollout of a robust messaging campaign based on the best scientific evidence about vaccine hesitancy and acceptance. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has created a strategy called "Vaccinate with Confidence," but it lacks the necessary resources, Omer said.

"We need to communicate, and we need to communicate effectively, and we need to start planning for this now," he said.

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Such broad-based outreach will be necessary in a country where, as of mid-October, only half of Americans said they'd be willing to get a Covid-19 vaccine. Initial doses of any vaccine would be limited at first, but experts predict they may be widely available by the middle of next year. Discussing potential side effects early could counter misinformation that overstates or distorts the risk.

"The biggest tragedy would be if we have a safe and effective vaccine that people are hesitant to get," said Dr. Preeti Malani, chief health officer and a professor of medicine at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor.

Pfizer and its partner, the German company BioNTech, said Monday that their vaccine appears to protect 9 in 10 people from getting Covid-19, although they didn't release underlying data. It's the first of four Covid-19 vaccines in large-scale efficacy tests in the U.S. to have posted results.

We are asking people to take a vaccine that is going to hurt.

Data from early trials of several Covid-19 vaccines suggest that consumers will need to be prepared for side effects that, while technically mild, could disrupt daily life. A senior Pfizer executive told the news outlet Stat that side effects from the company's vaccine appear to be comparable to those of standard adult vaccines but worse than those of the company's pneumonia vaccine, Prevnar, or typical flu shots.

The two-dose Shingrix vaccine, for instance, which protects older adults against the virus that causes painful shingles, results in sore arms in 78 percent of recipients and muscle pain and fatigue in more than 40 percent of those who take it. Prevnar and common flu shots can cause injection-site pain, aches and fever.

"We are asking people to take a vaccine that is going to hurt," said Dr. William Schaffner, a professor of preventive medicine and health policy at Vanderbilt University Medical Center. "There are lots of sore arms and substantial numbers of people who feel crummy, with headaches and muscle pain, for a day or two."

Persuading people who experience those symptoms to return in three to four weeks for a second dose — and a second round of flu-like symptoms — could be a tough sell, Schaffner said.

How public health experts explain such effects is important, Omer said. "There's evidence that suggests that if you frame pain as a proxy of effectiveness, it's helpful," he said. "If it's hurting a little, it's working."

At the same time, good communication will help consumers plan for such effects. A Covid-19 vaccine is expected to be distributed first to health care staffers and other essential workers, who may not be able to work if they feel sick, said Dr. Eli Perencevich, a professor of internal medicine and epidemiology at University of Iowa Health Care.

"A lot of folks don't have sick leave. A lot of our essential workers don't have health insurance," he said, suggesting that essential workers should be granted three days of paid leave after they're vaccinated. "These are the things a well-functioning government should provide for to get our economy going again."

Making sure consumers know that a vaccine is likely to require two doses — and that it could take a month for full effectiveness to kick in — is also crucial. The Pfizer phase 3 trial, which has enrolled nearly 44,000 people, started in late July. Participants received a second dose 21 days after the first. The reported 90 percent efficacy was measured seven days after the second dose.

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Communicating effectively will be vital to ensuring that consumers follow through with the shots and — assuming several vaccines are approved — that their first and second doses are from the same maker. Until full protection kicks in, Omer said, people should continue to take measures to protect themselves: wearing masks, washing hands, socially distancing. It's important to let people know that taking appropriate action now will pay off later.

"If we just show them the tunnel, not the light, then that results in this mass denial," he said. "We need to say, 'You'll have to continue to do this in the medium term, but the long term looks good.'"

The best communication can occur once full data from the Pfizer trial and others are presented, said Dr. Paul Offit, a vaccinologist at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia who sits on the Food and Drug Administration's advisory board considering Covid-19 vaccines.

"When you look at those data, you can more accurately define what groups of people are most likely to have side effects, what the efficacy is, what we know about how long the efficacy lasts, what we know about how long the safety data have been tested," he said. "I think you have to get ready to communicate that. You can start getting ready now."

question: What is Pfizer seeking government permission for?

answer: Releasing its Covid-19 vaccine by the end of November.

question: What is Dr. Preeti Malani worried about?

answer: Having a safe and effective vaccine people are hesitant to get.

question: What do consumers need to be prepared for with the vaccine?

answer: Side effects that, while technically mild, could disrupt daily life.

question: Which vaccine has two doses but causes sore arms?

answer: Shingrix.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The article summarizes the attempts by Pfizer to get their vaccine approved by the US Government in November. It details the many issues with the vaccine and its side-effects, along with some of the symptoms the vaccine causes.


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    [Default] Re: Re: Intelcom Courier Canada Inc.

      _Originally posted by blairtruck_
      IM IN DEADMONTON. MY CAMERAS SHOW ME ITS SOME ASIAN GUY IN A CIVIC THAT DELIVERS MINE. I GET THEM. BUT HE DOES NOT WALK UP THE STAIRS. THROWS IT FROM THE BOTTOM. (8 STAIRS) ALSO TAKES A PIC OF THE PACKAGE ON THE LANDING TO PROVE HE DELIVERED IT?

      I'm in Calgary, this is my latest Amazon Prime delivery. []

      _Originally posted by SEANBANERJEE_
      I have gone above and beyond what I should rightfully have to do to protect my GOOD NAME

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    [Default] Re: Re: Re: Intelcom Courier Canada Inc.

      _Originally posted by rage2_
      I'M IN CALGARY, THIS IS MY LATEST AMAZON PRIME DELIVERY. []

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      Seems about right.

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    [Default] Re: Re: Re: Intelcom Courier Canada Inc.

      _Originally posted by rage2_
      I'M IN CALGARY, THIS IS MY LATEST AMAZON PRIME DELIVERY. []

      What in the actual f*&k? Really??!

      Send that shit to Amazon and get that turd fired.

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      If you don't mind going to the post office, if you select pick up it has to be Canada Post.

      Also, what I noticed with the free shipping option is that they will sit on it till the last day on the delivery window and then send it next day with Intelcom.

      If I order for pickup, it almost gets shipped on the same day with Canada Post and arrives 2-3 days before the delivery window.

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    [Default] Re: Re: Re: Intelcom Courier Canada Inc.

      _Originally posted by rage2_
      I'M IN CALGARY, THIS IS MY LATEST AMAZON PRIME DELIVERY. []

      Hey his ride looks pretty upscale compared to the well reported (and observed) beat up camrys/civics!

      But seriously that's brutal. Want a cracked iPad? No problem! []

      Canada Post pick up is an excellent suggestion, I'm going to do this []

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      Hah, I had a package from Amazon delivered by those jokers a few weeks ago. They couldn't find my house the first time, claimed the address was incorrect. I confirmed the address, they subsequently attempted to deliver it to the wrong house and then told Amazon that I'd refused the package.

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      I hate this company, all but stopped ordering from Amazon because of them.

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      I've had a few Prime orders this week and the guy in rage's video looks like the guy who delivered one of my orders []

      Fucker rang the door bell and as soon as I opened the door he was already in his car getting ready to drive off. Seems like most of the time they just toss your stuff on the porch and leave asap

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    [Default] Re: Re: Re: Re: Intelcom Courier Canada Inc.

      _Originally posted by msommers_
      BUT SERIOUSLY THAT'S BRUTAL. WANT A CRACKED IPAD? NO PROBLEM! []

      Luckily it was just a hardcover kids book, but yea, the binding is all messed up from shipping.

      _Originally posted by SEANBANERJEE_
      I have gone above and beyond what I should rightfully have to do to protect my GOOD NAME

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      _Originally posted by Aleks_
      WE GET PACKAGES FROM AMAZON ALL THE TIME AND THIS IS THE COMPANY THAT USUALLY DELIVERS THEM. MOST OF THE TIME IN A BEAT UP BEIGE CAMRY.

      camry dude came dropped mine off in the NW. it was a one day ship item, at least the tracking worked. Started off as optimized at 6pm on Thursday evening, recieved at 8am friday, loaded at 9am with delivery time as 1-5pm, dude showed up around 5:45 with the beige camry, signed my name electronically by himself, a copy of which also showed up on the tracking site []

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      Ordered a battery tender off of Amazon for a buddy to be delivered to his condo with a concierge in Calgary; Amazon Prime shipped through Intelcom the next day and it ended up going out for delivery in Montreal three times the day after. Never showed. 10/10 would ship again.

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      Side notes:

      Walmart uses Loomis for its local shipments now, including shelf stable food. Almost two thumbs up, packages arrive in mostly good shape, but Walmart themselves could do with a little bit of structural foam in their packing method.

      Combustion engine cars - Bwahaha.

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      Surprisingly these guys were 2/2 with my deliveries last week, with the only issue being the tracking not working for the second package.

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      Oh, so that's what it was. My camera picked up a guy on my lawn taking a picture. My latest delivery arrived on Sunday. Didn't clue in to put the two together until I read this thread.

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      Funny how different their website vs real life is.

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      At least they're both wearing blue. []

      _Originally posted by SEANBANERJEE_
      I have gone above and beyond what I should rightfully have to do to protect my GOOD NAME

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      Wonder how much these jokers make per hour? I should work for them, I could drive around and break peoples shit all day, snapping photos on my celly.

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      related but unrelated note:

      Ordered a package from Newegg. Shipped by Purolator.
      Says it was out for delivery on Monday, to be delivered by end of day; did not show up.
      Check tracking on tuesday afternoon, says it delivered around noon.
      Looked all around the house and could not find it; assumed someone stole and and whatever, it was only $30.

      Found it in my community mailbox. How did purolator get access?!?!

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      _Originally posted by jwslam_
      FOUND IT IN MY COMMUNITY MAILBOX. HOW DID PUROLATOR GET ACCESS?!?!

      wut, canada post owns purolator []

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      _Originally posted by schocker_
      WUT, CANADA POST OWNS PUROLATOR []

      but operated independently.... fairly sure the contract CP delivery guy is not the same as the Purolator employee?

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question: Summarize the complaints against Intelcom Courier Canada.

answer: User blairtruck complains that the delivery person threw the package up the stairs instead of walking up the stairs. One user observes that the free shipping option results in Amazon shipping the item as late as possible and using the courier company. Multiple users report broken items or no-shows.


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It was unusual for the two of them to meet under these circumstances, but they had preferred it this way. As soon as it was possible to do so, George Carville had vanished into an unobserved lift on the 50th floor of London's Shard, retreating out of the building through a discrete trade exit at the end of an underground tunnel some tens of metres away. Raising his collar, he faced the ground and walked briskly, anonymously, into the embrace of the night.

He had smoked two cigarettes and was about to leave when Nathan Cohen arrived to meet him at the centre of London Bridge. Mutely, Carville offered him his carton of cigarettes. Cohen took one, lit it and inhaled deeply before contorted his face into a scowl.

"Full strength?" He groaned, glaring at the glowing tobacco.

"You're a grown-up now," Chided Carville, with a humourless voice but an imperceptibly slight smile. "You ought to smoke like one."

"I ought not to smoke." He inhaled again before acknowledging the question that Carville had not asked. "I apologise for my lateness. But you must remember, surely? It wasn't that long ago for you. I skimmed the reports they threw at me, I shook hands with the cloying throng. I wrote the Letters of Last Resort."

"How was that?"

"The Letters? Humbling."

"Yes. They are."

Cohen blew smoke into the night, and looked silently at Carville for a time. "What did you write?"

"I can't remember specifically."

"That's not true."

"No, it isn't. But I'd rather not say. Those words have been scarred into my brain these last seven years, but that's been my burden to bear. Now you get the chance. When you're where I am, you'll know that it's best for those words to die with you."

They were silent for a few minutes more. A night bus trundled past, and the occasional morose traveller shuffled closely behind their backs. But the two of them took no notice, staring into the churning black river beneath them.

"You're not normally this melancholy. Although I suppose under the circumstances it's understandable."

"What circumstances are those?" Carville seemed genuinely curious, and Cohen suddenly felt an abiding discomfort.

"Well, you know. The results."

"Best news I've had in weeks."

"George..."

"I'm serious, Nat. I'm not trying to soothe any latent guilt you're storing up."

"I don't have any."

"You're too soppy not to. But it really is a relief. I'm looking forward to five years as a lightweight."

"Remember when we were lightweights?" Cohen was smiling now.

"Always."

"It feels like so long ago."

"It was."

"Will we ever have that again? Committee hearings on absolutely nothing, constituents storming into our offices to bitch and complain about stuff we've never heard of, the stupid late-night scheming. I miss it already." His last sentence was spoken quietly, almost involuntarily. He thought sounded pained, or awed, or sanguine. He sounded a combination of the three.

"I intend to get all that back within a few months. You'll have to wait longer, of course."

"Yeah. I'm starting to wonder if I made the right choice."

"I'm wondering the same about the electorate." Carville chuckled.

"Speaking of the electorate, I think I've stolen too many minutes of my life from their claws this morning."

"Morning? God, it's 4:15."

"I need to go, George."

Carville smiled as a jaded man would smile at a dying loved one. "I know you do. Good luck, Nat."

Cohen's eyes were ringed with circles and heavily lidded. Taking one last survey of the skyline, he replied in a forcibly deadpan monotone. "And to you, George. I'll see you soon."

Cohen walked quickly away with his head held low. Partly by necessity, partly to disguise the emotion that had overcome him. Carville stayed for a few minutes more alone. He reasoned that nobody would seek much from an outgoing Prime Minister until morning and that his aides would handle the press appropriately. Turning his buzzing phone off, he slouched over the rail of London Bridge as the first tinges of pink started to rise alongside the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral. He smoked, and he thought of the words he had written seven years ago to be read deep in the bowels of the ocean.

At 4:32, he abruptly stood and walked away.

title: Concession [RF]

question: What does the text say about Nathan Cohen?

answer: He's friends with George Carville. Both of them share a bond about being Prime Minister. Cohen is PM currently. When they meet, he apologizes for being late. He notes that writing the Letters of Last Resort is a humbling experience. Cohen asks Carville about what the old PM wrote for them, which Carville refuses to answer. Cohen seems to be wary of his job, expressing a fondness for the times when their positions didn't matter as much. He leaves earlier than Carville because he's busy.

question: What does the text say about George Carville?

answer: He's friends with Nathan Cohen, the current Prime Minister. Carville is an ex-PM (previous?). They meet on the London bridge, and Carville brings him cigarettes. He excuses Cohen's late arrival implicitly, sympathizing with the burdens of the job he knows well. When Cohen asks about what he wrote for the Letters of Last Resort, Carville refuses to answer, saying those words are better dead with him. He reassures Cohen that he's happy about not being the PM anymore before Cohen leaves. He stays for a little while more.

question: What does the text say about how to handle a political crisis?


text:
RICHARD LEMM (born 1946) is a poet and professor based in Prince Edward Island. He was born is Seattle, immigrated to Canada in 1967, and moved to Atlantic Canada in 1979. He has an MA in English from Queen's University and a PhD from Dalhousie University.[1][2][3]

After moving to PEI to be with Libby Oughton, the publisher of Ragweed Press,[4] he has been teaching at University of Prince Edward Island in Canadian and Postcolonial Literatures since 1986.

He participated in Dial-A-Poem Montreal 1985–1987.

Publications

Poetry

-   _Dancing in Asylum_. Porters Lake, NS: Pottersfield Press, 1982.
-   _A Difficult Faith_. Porters Lake, NS: Pottersfield Press, 1985.
-   _Prelude to the Bacchanal_. Charlottetown, PEI: Ragweed Press, 1990
-   _Four Ways of Dealing with Bullies_. Toronto, ON: Wolsak and Wynn, 2000.
-   _Shape of Things to Come._ Charlottetown, PEI: Acorn, 2007.
-   _Burning House_. Hamilton, ON: Wolsak and Wynn, 2010.
-   _The Gold Flash_. North Vancouver, BC: Alfred Gustav Press, 2011.
-   _Jeopardy: Poems_. Charlottetown, PEI: Acorn, 2018.
-   _Future Hurtling Toward Us_. Charlottetown, PEI: Acorn, 2018.

Edited

-   _Riptides: New Island Fiction_. Charlottetown, PEI: Acorn, 2012.
-   _Snow Softly Falling: Holiday Stories from Prince Edward Island_. Charlottetown, PEI: Acorn, 2015.

Non-fiction

-   _Milton Acorn: In Love and Anger_. Ottawa, ON: Carleton University Press, 1999.
-   _If You’re Stronghearted: Milton Acorn, the People’s Poet_. Ottawa, ON: Carleton University Press, 1998.

Awards

-   Winner of Canadian Authors’ Association Award 1991, for _Prelude to the Bacchanal_
-   Winner of P.E.I. Book Award 2014, for _Shape of Things to Come_
-   Shortlisted for Atlantic Poetry Prize 2003, for _The Afterlife of Trees_
-   Winner of the P.E.I. Heritage and Museum Foundation Award, for _Milton Acorn: In Love and Anger_
-   Winner of P.E.I. Book Award 2014, for _Riptides: New Island Fiction_
-   Shortlisted for Atlantic Book Award 2013, for _Riptides: New Island Fiction_

[1] “Richard Lemm - Biography.” Waterfront Views: Contemporary Writing of Atlantic Canada http://waterfrontviews.acadiau.ca/flash/lemm/lemm_bio.htm

[2] “Richard Lemm to launch ‘Jeopardy: New Poems’ on Friday.” _The Guardian_. June 27, 2018. https://www.theguardian.pe.ca/living/richard-lemm-to-launch-jeopardy-new-poems-on-friday-222107/

[3] “Spotlight on Richard Lemm”. Nov. 8. _The Guardian_. November 7, 2018. https://www.pressreader.com/canada/the-guardian-charlottetown/20181107/282102047686444

[4] Darcy Rhyno. “True Fiction.” _Saltscapes_. https://www.saltscapes.com/roots-folks/2202-true-fiction.html

title: Richard Lemm

question: Who is Richard Lemm?

answer: Richard Lemm is a poet and professor.

question: When did Lemm die?

answer: As of 2018, he was still alive.

question: Lemm was born in which country?

answer: He was born in Seattle, USA.

question: To which country did he move?

answer: He moved to Canada.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Richard Lemm is a poet and professor. He was born in Seattle, USA and moved to Canada. He wrote poetry, was an editor, and wrote two non-fiction books.


text:
-    Newly leaked doc shows coordination of protest through internal “Resist@Google.com” group

-    Suggested signs include, “Resist,” “No Ban No Wall,” “#NoMuslimBan #No Wall”

-    EXAMPLE CHANT: “From Palestine to Mexico, All the walls have got to go”

The full document can be accessed HERE.

(New York) — Project Veritas has obtained a document from an insider at Google which appears to show internal suggestions of how to protest political events.

Said Project Veritas founder James O’Keefe:

  _“This document leak is the fourth in a series of leaks from inside Google and their subsidiary, YouTube.  This new document appears to show internal coordination of political protests which contradicts Google’s public statements that they are politically neutral.  More tech insiders are coming forward and we will continue to work with them to expose the secrets of Silicon Valley.”_

_(Do you work in Big Tech? Project Veritas would love to hear from you.__)_

The document, labeled_ “The Beginner’s Guide to Protesting (#GooglersUnite)”_, states it was created to:

  _“assemble best practices and ensure that everyone feels comfortable and pumped about __Resist@Google.com__ marches/protests.”_

The document includes politically-charged “Example Chants”:

[]

In the section titled the “Do’s and Don’ts”, the document tells readers that they should not “feel obligated to stop at crosswalks” and that the “point is to disrupt.”

The full document can be accessed HERE.

Google executive Jen Gennai’s said in response the first of four Project Veritas Google reports:

  _“Google has repeatedly been clear that it works to be a trustworthy source of information, without regard to political viewpoint. In fact, Google has no notion of political ideology in its rankings.”_

More insiders can securely share their stories with Project Veritas at VeritasTips@protonmail.com.  Project Veritas seeks impactful stories from insiders in technology, government, media, and education.

_(Do you work in Big Tech? Project Veritas would love to hear from you.__)_

Document Below:

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question: What is being leaked from Google?

answer: Debates about how to deal with political protests.

question: What is one of Google's subsidiaries?

answer: Youtube.

question: What is an example chant from Google?

answer: From Palestine to Mexico all the walls have got to go.

question: What is Project Veritas?

answer: A project to do with getting accounts from people in tech.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The article summarizes leaks of protests happening inside Google due to the political situation despite Google's desire to remain politically neutral.


text:
The next day, a badly wounded Akai gave her report to the Asafoatse from her sick bed. 'We were ambushed by Kla (tiger). They took Dedoi. What worries me is that they knew exactly which route we would take'.

Naa listened grimly. Kla was a three woman cell of hired fighters, descendants of a group of Abotri ke Tahuumo lumei ( sages) who lent their martial prowess to the highest paying chief during the dark days of tribal warfare.

She motioned to a low ranking asafo Bii to approach her. 'Get me a hologram disk. I need to contact Larley and Nii".

In Larley's personal training room, Nii lunged at her, his afonanta smashing into Larley's and forcing her back. She swung her right foot at his chest but he spun around it and kicked her chest, sending her into the corner of the room. Before he could get closer, she whipped out a staff from her scabbard and pressed a lever at its tip.

The staff extended into a spear which she swung at him, keeping him at bay. A hologram disk in the centre of the room gave off a faint hum, before a holographic image of Naa was beamed into the room. 'Asafo Bii Nii and Larley, Dedoi has escaped custody with the assistance of Kla. '

'Akai who led the Asafo Bii during Dedoi's transportation was severely wounded and will recover in five weeks'. she continued. 'However we have discovered that one of Dedoi's followers may have tipped Kla off. You two will begin a top to bottom search for the person by checking all records of events that took place yesterday.'

Later that afternoon, after discreetly checking the records, Koi came up as a possible suspect and so the two Asafo Bii headed to his house. Koi noticed them several feet away and fled. The Asafo Bii gave chase when five of Dedoi's followers attacked them with knives and guns.

Larley disposed off three of them with her b)ha and akofena, blocking the thrusts of their knives with her blade and striking them with her b)ha (scabbard). Nii strafed away from the bullets fired at him even as they ripped his sleeves. He sent his afonanta spinning towards them. It slashed their guns before it struck the ground.

He darted towards them, his feet striking the shooter simultaneously and continued the chase up a flight of stairs of an uncompleted building. Koi looked around him and on realising that there was nowhere left to run, jumped off the roof. Before he could hit the ground, Nii leapt after him , slamming into his back and sent them crashing into the glass windows of a nearby clothes store.

'According to Koi', Nii later reported, 'Dedoi and Kla are still in the capital. Her remaining forces will cover her retreat at the last abandoned galamsey mine tunnel, just near the abandoned slum of Old Fadama. She will head to the Gulf of Guinea and lay low for a while. She may return later to take the title of Chief.

'How long will it take her to get there?'

'With her considerable resources, resources. two days at least.' replied Nii.

'Alright', she turned to Larley,' assemble your forces but keep ths quiet. The ban on drumming and noise-making beins tomorrow and I don't want this on the front page of every e-newspapers. Make sure you capture Dedoi alive. The Council wants her to answer for her crimes'.

'At 5:00 pm, Dedoi's brother and several armed groups were marching through the old tunnels when suddenly, Nii, Larley and the rest of the Asafo Bii rushed towards them. Nii blocked the swings of two assailants, slashing through their akodze and body armour, driving them back.

An arrow flew towards him but he deflected it with his afonanta. A woman clad in red in blue drew her bow to fire again but he was faster, slashing through the bow and hit the side of her head with the hilt of his akodze. He sped towards the rest of the group, parrying projectiles and slashing anyone who got on his way, his eyes trained on Dedoi's brother who began to make a hasty retreat with four other men.

He spun around and slashed thorugh a spear that was flung at him from behind. The four men drew out arrows from their quivers and shot them at him but he deflected the arrows towards their bowstrings, tearing them. They then lunged at him from all sides but he blocked their attacks and tackled two with low sweeps of his left foot.

He punched a third once, knocking him out and dodged the attacks of the last using Mim Dzee. He struck him with his b)ha and delivered a spinning kick to his torso. He bloked the swing of the man's ekumapraban and swung once, knocking the akodze out of his hands and felled him with five quick punches to the face.

Panicking, Dedoi's brother drew a revolver from his belt and fired five shots each missing its mark as Nii strafed from left to right. He darted towards the old man, using his afonanta to block two extra shots before slashing the revolver and kicked him against the wall before handcuffing him.

After Dedoi's force was detained, Nii walked towards Naa's personal training room to give her his report. Inside, Naa calmly watched as several Asafo Bii darted towards her on both sides. She swung her afowatsena (tri-bladed akofena) twice, slashing through their blades.

Two akofena blades were thrust at her but she caught them in between her triple blades and turned the hilt sharply, breaking the blades. She kicked two in the chest with her right leg and tacked two others with a low sweep of her left leg. Three Asafo Bii drew out their arrows and fired at her but she brushed them aside with a sweep of her hand and struck them with repeated swings of her spear.

Using Kaklante ke Nomo, she knocked akodze out of the hands of several Asafo Bii and struck them down with Akotoku (the art of open handed, fist combat and its supporting arsenals). She sheathed her akodze and turned to Nii. 'Have you found her?'

'Yes, Asafoatse Naa, Dedoi's brother informed us that she's in Old Fadama'

'Good. We leave tonight'

At 12:00 pm, several Asafo Bii led by Naa stealthily approached the mass of buildings and structures that was once known as Old Fadama, once a slum but in the year 3000, evacuated. It's inhabitants were relocated to New Fadama. Because of the disorganised nature of the settlement, it was viewed as an ideal place for illegal activities and this night, it was an ideal place for Dedoi's army to lay an ambush.

Despite his feelings, he didn't protest when Larley suggested that they break up into smaller groups and cover more ground. As he searched the southern route alone, 8 porcupine quills sailed noiselessly towards him so quickly that he barely had time to draw out his afonanta to deflect them.

A large drum fell in front of him and exploded, releasing several porcupine quills and forcing Nii to take cover behind an uncompleted building. Nii suddenly realised several trip wires had been placed around the building and out of the corner of his right eye, a woman with a Sankofa tatoo on her neck loaded 8 kotoko quills on a crossbow and took aim.

Without hesitation, he darted towards her using Adzenkeklulu to avoid tripping any of the wires and slashed the quills she shot at him. Before she could defend herself, he lunged at her and struck the right side of her head with the hilt of his akodze, knocking her out.

Behind her, he noticed a large tunnel entrance covered with warning signs. He remembered the stories he had heard as a child about flammabe gas leaking out from cracks in the ground and took several deep breaths before entering it. Deep inside the tunnel, he noticed a few light bulbs that flickered on and off.

Behind him, a woman wearing night vision goggles hoisted a large flamethrower, and took aim with the nozzle. The moment she placed her finger on the trigger, he strafed to the right, seconds before a large burst of flame erupted from the akodze. He used Mim Dzee to dodge 8 bursts of flame until he found himself in a corner.

She adjusted the settings to full blast but before she could fire at him, he swung his afonanta at a small crack at her feet widening it. A large burst of flammable gas shot out from the ground seconds before she pulled the trigger, creating a large explosion, the shockwave blowing both combatants away from each other.

Acting quickly, Nii rolled across the floor, dousing out the flames on his wardress. He watched in horror as the woman engulfed in flames struggled to take off the flamethrower. He dove at her , bringing her down and rolled her across the dusty floor, dousing the flames.

A badly burnt and badly shaken woman shivered as Nii walked deeper into the tunnel and stopped at a glass door. He kicked it open and stepped into a large corridor, its walls lined with wooden shelves filled with several akodze. Suddenly a bullet tore through his right sleeve.

Nii rolled to his left, taking cover behind a wooden shelf filled with guns but a bullet grazed his cheek. He rolled to his right, taking cover behind a shelf filled with akofena and steadied himself. He tossed a coin at the ceiling but before it hit the ground, five bullets struck it , tearing it to pieces.

By then, he had already guessed where the bullets were coming from and on all fours crept steathily towards his attacker. At the right corner of the room, the shooter reloaded her pistols when she noticed Nii approaching her from her left. She shot at him but using Kaklante ke Nomo, he deflected the bullets at the triggers, ripping them off.

He lunged at her, but she adjusted two levers on the pistols, releasing two blades from the barrels. Their blades clashed with Nii's afonanta blade and both assailants used Kaklante ke Nomo to attack, block and counterattack each other. He kicked her torso and slashed both pistols in half before using Akotoku to deliver a barrage of blows to her head.

She blocked two blows aimed at her belly and spun at him, her left boot brandishing three blades which slashed his left cheek even when he used Mim Dzee. She continued to attack him with kicks aimed at his neck until he slashed the boot blades. She drew out a serrated afowanta from her b)ha on her back and swung at him once. Even as he blocked her swings, she began to push him back.

The serrated mini blades on the afowanta began to move along the akodze making it resemble a chainsaw, as it began to saw through Nii's akodze. He leapt back away from her even as her blade slashed his chest and belly. He assumed an offensive stance and used Intia Shomo, the complex art of kicking and feet attacks, to kick the akodze out of her hands.

He used ferocious double hand slaps and kicks to force her into a corner where he dealt blow after blow stopping only when she slumped to the ground, unconscious. In a dark lit room, Dedoi placed her machine gun into a large duffel bag and zipped it up. Five monitor screens showed Nii heading for the room. Five others showed Naa and Larley leading the Asafo Bii in defeating 30 of her fighters before heading in her direction.

Dedoi pressed a switch on the left wall of the room and it slid open, revealing a private elevator. She stepped inside before it sealed shut. The doors opened in a well lit room and she stepped out into the platform of an old underground railway station. A few feet in front of her, her personal bullet train waited on the tracks.

Suddenly an akofena sailed through the air, slashing through the shoulder straps of the bag and slamming into the door of the train, nailing it shut. Dedoi spotted Nii, dashing towards her and calmly lifted the machine gun, its barrel aimed at him. A hail of bullets tore through the air around him as he strafed to his right, taking cover behind a stone pillar.

Chunks of stone fell away from it as she walked towards it, determined to kill him. He drew out an arrow from the quiver slung at his back and let off two arrows at the lights, destroying them. As the platform was plunged in darkness, he rolled away from the pillar as Dedoi completely destroyed it.

The train's internal lights shone brightly and Dedoi noticed that Nii was fast approaching her from the right. With one swing, he slashed the barrel of the gun in half. She swung the other half at him but he caught it with his right hand and struck her neck with his foot sending her crashing into the glass door of the train.

A terrified train driver watched as Nii entered the train and solemnly handcuffed the unconscious royal. She began to open the door but an afena's blade was suddenly thrust inches away from her neck. Larley stuck her arm through the window and dragged the driver out.

She drew out a hologram disc and tossed it over to Nii, who snatched it in midair. She glanced at the unconscious Dedoi and the broken glass door. 'Was that really necessary, Nii?'

Nii pointed to the two halves of the machine gun.

'I stand corrected, Nii" Larley remarked with surprise.

Nii placed the disk on the platform floor. A hologram of Chief Naarkie was beamed into the building. 'Dedoi and her forces have been subdued. She is no longer a threat to you'.

title: Nii: Chapter 2 (my sci-fi short story (SF) )

question: What does the story say about the Chief?

answer: Nii reports that Dedoi is in still in the capital. She will head to the Gulf of Guinea and lay low for a while, but she may return later to take the title of Chief. Later, Nii subdues Dedoi and tells Chief Naarkie that Dedoi is no longer a threat.

question: What does the story say about time travel?


text:
Today I have to wake up with you again. Mornings with you are worse than evenings because at least at night tomorrow is closer, and I have to spend today with you. I get tired of waking up with you, so I stopped sleeping as much.

i think we should shave it has been a while

We definitely should. For once, I agree with you. You look hideous.

i know

The shower is further away than I thought. It appears we're going to have to get up. We have to be somewhere in less than 3 hours, so if you would hurry we might make it.

it is cold and hard to move

Whiner. Excuses. It's already been an hour and if you don't hurry up, we'll never make it there. Why won't you move? It's already been two hours and if you don't hurry up, we'll never make it there. At least stay awake. It's already been 3 hours and I think we should go tomorrow.

liar

The shower is always the worst part with you. With your clothes on at least you are well hidden. The mirror in the bathroom always mocks you and you embarass me. Stop moving your arms they are far too long and not wide enough. Your a pathetic excuse for a man. You should have taken your chances as a woman. Your head looks out of place. Stop looking. We have to spend at least 5 minutes like this.

the water feels good and the sounds of it hitting the floor is loud enough to not have to pay attention to you i think i will stay here for a long time

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i have to leave we're running out of water

About time. We have to eat. There's time left to run, go to the gym, learn an instrument or two, get a job, work that job, get a job, why don't you have a job? It's because you always look so awful. You should fix that. I'll fix it. But you ruin me. Look at the time? You had all that time to do all those things and you ruined it. It's your fault, not mine.

i know

I hate how people think it's my fault. Do you think it's my fault? I think people are only stay around me because of you. That is stupid. You are disgusting. I could take you out whenever I want.  Do you understand that?

i don't think you could i wish you could

Well I won't. How do you like that, you fucking bastard? You're fucking filth. How does it fucking feel that I will never do that? You're a piece of shit. I just want you to feel better but how can you feel better if you're a piece of shit? Ask someone to help you.

i don't want to do that again. i'm going to do that again.

That felt good. Did you see the way she looked at you? I think I got her. I think I made it work even with having to drag you around. Now you won't have to feel so bad. Ask her what she likes about you, and you in specific. Why did you do that? That's so fucking embarassing. She's lying too. Look at her, she couldn't possibly believe that and if she did I can't respect her.

i am lonely.

So am I. It's probably my fault. What time is it?

it is morning. mornings are the worst because at least at night tomorrow is closer and i have to spend today with you.

title: [SP] You and I Are In This Together

question: Who is the second person in this passage?

answer: It could be the narrator.

question: What clues are there to indicate that the narrator might also be "you"?

answer: They talk about showering with "you" in a non-romantic and nonsexual way.

question: How is the narrator suffering?

answer: They don't seem to derive joy from anything and it's difficult for them to get themselves to do basic things.

question: What is the worst time of day for the narrator with "you"?

answer: Mornings.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator wakes up with the unnamed "You", whom they hate, and spends a day with this person-showering, eating, trying to run errands. Mornings are the worst. They berate "You" all the time.


text:
MORGAN COUNTY is a county located in the U.S. state of Tennessee. As of the 2010 census, the population was 21,987.[1] Its county seat is Wartburg.[2]

Morgan County is part of the Knoxville, TN Combined Statistical Area.[3]

History

Morgan County was formed in 1817 from portions of Anderson and Roane counties. It was named in honor of Daniel Morgan (1736–1802), an American Revolutionary War officer who commanded the troops that defeated the British at the Battle of Cowpens, and who later served as a U.S. congressman from Virginia. The county had been part of lands relinquished by the Cherokee with the signing of the Third Treaty of Tellico in 1805.[4] The original county seat was Montgomery until 1870, when it was moved to Wartburg.[5]

Tornado

On November 10, 2002, a tornado destroyed 50 homes. At least seven people were killed in the Morgan County communities of Mossy Grove and Joyner.

Geography

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which is land and (0.06%) is water.[6] The county, which lies on the eastern edge of the Cumberland Plateau, is known for its rugged mountain terrain, and cold mountain streams and rivers. The Crab Orchard Mountains comprise a large area of the county, which includes several designated wilderness areas, Frozen Head State Park, and Lone Mountain State Forest.

[Emory River at Oakdale]

The Emory River rises on the slopes of Bird Mountain near Wartburg. The Obed River, a designated national wild and scenic river, empties into the Emory southwest of Wartburg. The Clear Fork, which forms part of Morgan's boundary with Fentress County, joins the New River in Scott County to the north to form the Big South Fork of the Cumberland River.

The Cumberland Trail passes through Morgan County.

Adjacent counties

-   Scott County (northeast)
-   Anderson County (east)
-   Roane County (south)
-   Cumberland County (southwest/CST Border)
-   Fentress County (northwest/CST Border)

National protected areas

-   Big South Fork National River and Recreation Area (part)
-   Obed Wild and Scenic River (part)

State protected areas

-   Catoosa Wildlife Management Area (part)
-   Frozen Head State Natural Area
-   Frozen Head State Park
-   Justin P. Wilson Cumberland Trail State Park
-   Lone Mountain State Forest
-   North Cumberland Wildlife Management Area (part)
-   Rugby State Natural Area

Demographics

As of the census[7] of 2000, there were 19,757 people, 6,990 households, and 5,235 families residing in the county. The population density was 38 people per square mile (15/km²). There were 7,714 housing units at an average density of 15 per square mile (6/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 96.72% White, 2.23% Black or African American, 0.20% Native American, 0.12% Asian, 0.01% Pacific Islander, 0.14% from other races, and 0.59% from two or more races. 0.61% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

There were 6,990 households, out of which 33.50% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 60.70% were married couples living together, 10.30% had a female householder with no husband present, and 25.10% were non-families. 22.10% of all households were made up of individuals, and 9.30% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.58 and the average family size was 3.01.

In the county, the population was spread out, with 23.20% under the age of 18, 8.80% from 18 to 24, 31.90% from 25 to 44, 24.50% from 45 to 64, and 11.50% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 36 years. For every 100 females, there were 114.30 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 116.40 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $27,712, and the median income for a family was $31,901. Males had a median income of $25,683 versus $18,606 for females. The per capita income for the county was $12,925. About 13.50% of families and 16.00% of the population were below the poverty line, including 18.50% of those under age 18 and 15.80% of those age 65 or over.

Communities

Cities

[Wartburg]

-   Harriman (mostly in Roane County)
-   Sunbright
-   Wartburg

Towns

-   Oakdale
-   Oliver Springs (part)

Census-designated places

-   Coalfield
-   Petros

Unincorporated communities

-   Burrville
-   Chestnut Ridge
-   Deer Lodge
-   Joyner
-   Lancing
-   Mossy Grove
-   Rugby (partial)
-   Stephens
-   Gobey

Politics

  Year                               Republican                                  Democratic                                  Third Parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |81.2% _5,441_   style=“text-align:center;” |15.7% _1,054_   3.1% _210_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |71.8% _4,669_   style=“text-align:center;” |26.5% _1,725_   1.7% _110_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |69.1% _4,717_   style=“text-align:center;” |28.9% _1,969_   2.0% _136_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |59.8% _4,401_   style=“text-align:center;” |39.7% _2,924_   0.5% _35_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |51.0% _3,144_   style=“text-align:center;” |47.4% _2,921_   1.6% _97_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |38.9% _2,070_   style=“text-align:center;” |52.0% _2,767_   9.2% _487_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |37.3% _2,306_   style=“text-align:center;” |51.6% _3,190_   11.1% _688_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |56.7% _2,576_   style=“text-align:center;” |42.7% _1,941_   0.6% _29_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |57.2% _2,903_   style=“text-align:center;” |41.8% _2,121_   1.0% _52_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |56.3% _2,823_   style=“text-align:center;” |41.8% _2,094_   2.0% _98_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |39.5% _1,949_   style=“text-align:center;” |59.8% _2,953_   0.8% _37_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |68.4% _2,531_   style=“text-align:center;” |29.3% _1,084_   2.4% _88_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |47.5% _1,803_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.5% _968_     27.1% _1,028_
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  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |62.8% _2,402_   style=“text-align:center;” |36.1% _1,379_   1.1% _42_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |63.2% _2,565_   style=“text-align:center;” |36.8% _1,492_   style="text-align:center;|
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  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |48.5% _1,225_   style=“text-align:center;” |51.1% _1,291_   0.4% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |54.2% _1,184_   style=“text-align:center;” |45.0% _983_     0.8% _18_
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title: Morgan County, Tennessee

question: What does the text say about the people in Morgan County?

answer: Almost 22k people are living in Morgan county, most of whom are white (96.72%). 33.5% of the 6,990 households have children under 18, and 22.1% are individuals. The average household has 2.58 people. 23.2% of the population is under 18, and 11.5% are above 65. The median age is 36 years old. The male to female ratio skews toward males at 114.3:100. The median household income in the county is $27,712 while the per capita income is $12,925. 16% of the population lives below the poverty line.

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Despite the name, Scotch tape wasn't invented by the Scottish. It was invented by a college dropout named Richard Drew from Minnesota who worked for a small sandpaper company founded in 1902 called Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing, later known as 3M. The name "Scotch" itself has an origin story almost as interesting as the invention of Scotch tape.

Born Richard Gurley Drew in St. Paul, Minnesota in 1899, Drew spent a year at the University of Minnesota in the Mechanical Engineering program before dropping out. He paid for that time at school and his correspondence school course in machine design by playing banjo, and he included all of that information in his application to the open position of lab technician with 3M. He got the job and was set on the path to make history.

In the 1920s, a two-tone paint job was popular for cars and a headache for automotive painters. The two-tone look was created by painting the car one color, applying a barrier of some sort to the painted portion, and then painting the next section. In order to get around the difficulties of this type of paint job, painters and mechanics tested out different ways to achieve the look. Unfortunately, their attempts tended to be less than successful. Some automotive shops would glue newspapers over the already painted sections while others used tape to prevent paint transfer. However those techniques often left a sticky residue on the paint that was difficult to remove. Sometimes, it would even mean the painters had to do the entire paint job over again.

One of Drew's responsibilities at 3M was to deliver samples of sandpaper to local automotive shops for testing, where he often overheard workers who were painting complain about the problems with tape used for these paint jobs. The twenty-three year old then lab assistant got the idea to create a new tape that would create a seal so that the paint wouldn't get through and yet also come off clean without leaving any sticky residue that ruined the paint finish. Drew used the adhesive that 3M utilized in the construction of its sandpaper as a starting point. From there, it took him two years of experimentation with different types of adhesives that he applied to a crepe paper backing to come up with the right combination. Thus, what would be called "Scotch" Masking Tape was born in 1925.

The success of the Scotch Brand Masking Tape allowed Drew to move up the ranks at 3M. In 1929, his position as technical director at the fabrication laboratory allowed him to pursue another idea. Cellophane had recently been invented by DuPont and was being used by grocers and bakers as a neat way to package their groceries. However, there wasn't a good way to seal the cellophane with tape because the colored backing ruined the clear look. So Drew and his team of inventors worked to create a tape that used this clear cellophane as a backing.

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Unfortunately, the machinery that 3M used in order to apply the adhesive to the cellophane backing tore the material, and the glue that worked for the masking tape appeared amber on the clear cellophane. The team ultimately invented new clear adhesive and modified machinery to handle the cellophane. The new tape was called Scotch Brand Cellulose Tape, but it appeared that it might have missed its opportunity with grocers and bakers despite ringing endorsements from several test clients. You see, DuPont had introduced into the market a cellophane that could be sealed with heat. Nonetheless, despite missing their original target market and being released during the Great Depression, the Scotch Brand Cellulose Tape thrived with various home uses.

So this all brings us back to how the term "Scotch" came to be associated with 3M's Masking and Cellulose tapes. When Drew and 3M began allowing car painters to test the new Scotch Brand Masking Tape, one painter supposedly complained about the lack of adhesive on the tape. One version of the story claims that the painter asked "Why so Scotch with the adhesive?" Another version states that the painter said "Take this back to your Scotch bosses and tell them to put more adhesive on it."

Whatever the case, in the 1920s, the term "Scotch" was a racial slang term that meant something or someone that was cheap or stingy. Based on the feedback, Drew applied more adhesive to the tape and ultimately branded the tape with the pejorative "stingy" name of "Scotch."

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question: How did the writer compose the structure of this informative article's narrative?

answer: The opening hook of the article teases the origin of the Scotch tape branding. With the reader now interested in the tale, the article proceeds to talk about the inventor of scotch tape, how the tape was invented, and what the inventor did later in their career. Once the entire narrative is finished, it is only then that the writer chooses to resolve original teaser -using its incomplete anecdotal tale as the concluding part of the narrative. By itself, the origin of the Scotch name makes for an interesting hook, but not a satisfying story due to the fact that the information it provides is inconclusive: the story being told is only supposed information. The strongest statement in the opening paragraph may as well be an outright falsification: that the origin of the name is as interesting as the origin of the product itself. So it can be said that the writer of the article turned a mediocre story into an interesting hook for a tale about 3M's Richard Drew.


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[J-hope, "Daydream"]

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The BTS rapper-dancer also makes his debut on Billboard's Rap Albums chart.

Last week, J-Hope earned an unprecedented amount of success for one day of sales with his _Hope World_ mixtape and the accolades continue for the BTS member after the EP's first full week of sales.

After already making K-pop history by becoming the solo act with the best-selling release on Billboard 200, _Hope World_ earned another 12,000 equivalent album units earned in the week ending March 8, according to Nielsen Music. Those numbers see the EP rise on the Billboard 200 to a new peak of No. 38 to earn the rapper-dancer his first top 40 entry on America's definitive album tally.

The increase also means J-Hope makes his debut on _Billboard_'s Rap Albums chart, landing at No. 19. Only two other Korean acts have appeared on this chart in G-Dragon (_Coup d'Etat Pt.1_ and _Pt.2_ both bowed in 2013) and MOBB (the duo's eponymous EP hit No. 20 in 2016).

Among all K-pop albums to bow on the Billboard 200, _Hope World_ has only been outcharted by two entries from his boy band BTS who have 2017's _Love Yourself: Her_ (which hit No. 7 last year) and 2016's _Wings_ (No. 26).

J-Hope also sees "Daydream," the lead single from Hope World, rising to No. 1 on _Billboard_'s World Digital Song Sales chart giving him his first solo chart-topper. The house-inspired hip-hop track that lets J-Hope show off his low-bass crooning earns an additional 3,000 downloads this week, marking 5,000 downloads total.

The 24-year-old is now the 10th artist in an exclusive group of K-pop acts to hit No. 1 on World Digital Song Sales. BTS lead with six, most recently topping the tally with "Mic Drop." They're followed by PSY (with his four No. 1s), BIGBANG and Blackpink (with three each), EXO and 2NE1 (two apiece), while CL, Twice, and G-Dragon and Taeyang have also collected a No. 1.

A slew of _Hope Worl_d tracks also rise on the chart as "Airplane" debuts at No. 5 on World Digital Song Sales, "Hope World" jumps to No. 6 (from its No. 16 debut last week), "Base Line" debuts at No. 8, "Hangsang" jumps to No. 11 (from No. 23) and "P.O.P (Piece of Peace), Pt. 1" debuts at No. 12.

With the recent music video release of _Hope World_ cut "Airplane" -- which currently has more than 10 million views at press time -- and the continuing interest in J-Hope and BTS, this mixtape may very well continue to hang around the charts (and continue to break even more records while at it).

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question: Which K-Pop band is being discussed?

answer: BTS is the K-Pop band that is being discussed.

question: Which BTS rapper-dancer is being discussed?

answer: J-Hope

question: How old is J-Hope?

answer: J-Hope is 24 years old.

question: What is the best-selling release on Billboard 2020 called?

answer: It is called Hope World.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses J-Hope and his success with his debut, Hope World. Hope World has placed J-Hope onto the Billboard's Rap Albums chart. The success of J-Hope is further described and how Hope World has become placed on many other music charts.


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FANS OF PERCY JACKSON WILL DEVOUR THIS FIRST BOOK IN DIANNE K. SALERNI'S TIME-BENDING SERIES THAT COMBINES EXCITING MAGIC AND PULSE-POUNDING SUSPENSE. IN THIS RIVETING FANTASY ADVENTURE, THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD JAX AUBREY DISCOVERS A SECRET EIGHTH DAY WITH ROOTS TRACING BACK TO ARTHURIAN LEGEND.

When Jax wakes up to a world without any people in it, he assumes it's the zombie apocalypse. But when he runs into his eighteen-year-old guardian, Riley Pendare, he learns that he's really in the eighth day—an extra day sandwiched between Wednesday and Thursday. Some people—like Jax and Riley—are Transitioners, able to live in all eight days, while others, including Evangeline, the elusive teenage girl who's been hiding in the house next door, exist only on this special day.

And there's a reason Evangeline's hiding. She is a descendant of the powerful wizard Merlin, and there is a group of people who wish to use her in order to destroy the normal seven-day world and all who live in it. Torn between protecting his new friend and saving the entire human race from complete destruction, Jax is faced with an impossible choice. Even with an eighth day, time is running out.

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The apartment complex had seen better times.  I surveyed the crumbling and stained brick around the edges of the building and sighed as I entered in the code to unlock the door. The bag in my hand rustled slightly in the breeze and I prayed that the door would open sooner rather than later. It was crisp out, just cold enough to be bitingly-chilly when the wind blew.  Clouds had begun to sneak into the sky, obscuring the fading sun and casting shadows on the pavement.  I walked through the rickety doorway into an even more rickety building.  Water damage had evidently taken its toll on some of the plaster and a few buckets were scattered on the ground collecting the raindrops.  I walked over down a hallway perpendicular to the entrance and entered through another door.  The handle stuck, and a little more force than usual was required to open the door.

I wasn’t even paying attention, my attention was focused on one singular thing.  I walked mechanically up two flights of stairs and down the end of another hallway.  It took everything I had not to walk faster the closer I got to my destination.  Casually, I sauntered down the hallway, trying so badly not to run the last few steps.  I slowed down and turned my body to face room 311, a place that I had been able to call home for just about two weeks now.  I stuck my key in the lock and damn near kicked down the door trying to get inside.  Finally, I jerked the door open and stepped inside my apartment.

My apartment consisted of three and half rooms, a bedroom, a kitchen, a living room-esque room, and a bathroom.  I consider my bathroom a half-room because the stupid room only has a shower.  When a man needs to take a bath, a shower is truly not an appropriate substitute. I walked over to my kitchen and opened the fridge.  Our fridge looked like it had once been stocked with a plethora of food, but then an angry dinosaur had come through and taken chomps out of everything.  Empty cold-cut bags were littered carelessly through the drawers; containers of juice were either bone-dry or extremely close to desiccation.

“Hi darling.”

I turned towards my bedroom and there you were, leaning on the doorway.  My heart skipped a beat, I’m pretty sure it does that every time I see you.  You were standing there in one of my flannels and a pair of my boxers. Your beautiful hair was messily draped around your shoulders as you stood there. The corners of your mouth quirked up into a soft smile and I felt warmth flow through my entire body. I came over and you kissed me, softly yet passionately.  I wrapped one arm around your back and with the other I caressed your face, kissing your lips back with equal intensity.

You grabbed my hand and took me into our bed.  I divested myself of my jacket, shirt, and pants and got under the covers with you.  I wrapped my arms around you and you laid your head on my chest, exhaling a little bit.  I traced the outline of your back with my spare arm and you writhed up next to me, kissing my collar bone.

“Baby, it’s Saturday, why did you get out of bed so early?” you asked me

I replied, “Baby, we needed milk. We were going to get hungry, and all we have is cereal. But I drank all the milk when I was high last night, so I went out and got more milk this morning.”

You giggled a little bit and kissed me on the lips.

“I love you,” you said smiling and nuzzling up closer to me.

“I love you too,” I said back.

We closed our eyes and just laid with each other, lost in our embrace.

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this was a story I wrote a while ago but I just found it again and I thought the writing was decent, give me some feedback.  It's pretty gushy I know, but we can all use some sweetness in our lives

title: How I Imagined the Future

question: Why does the narrator leave the house and who is waiting for him when he returns?

answer: The narrator leaves the house to get milk. Upon returning they find their partner waiting for them. They ask why the narrator got out of bed. The narrator kissed them.


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"Matty what is the meaning of life?"

"There is no meaning to this thing you call life."

"But you're a cat, how do you know this?"

"I am a cat, and you are a human. But we are also the same."

"What do you mean, wise feline?"

"There is only one piece of knowledge that we know is true, and it is the only fact in our universe worthy of consideration. It is this: when the universe began, you, and I, and everything you can see - and even things you cannot - were the same. You, and the man collecting your garbage, were created from the same particle of matter, smaller than a grain of sand, yet heavier than the sun. From that particle came everything in existence in this small but significant universe. It is human invention that makes you believe we are different. When you are kind to another person, you are kind to yourself. Inversely, when you hate a patron of your work, you also hate yourself. This is not religion, nor philosophy, it is the truth. This is all I know - this is what gives life and existence beauty beyond measure."

"Wait, Matty, are you speaking English?"

"I am speaking an ancient language, human, but I will never speak it again. Remember my purrs, for they will guide you, until everything is one again."

Matty then pooped in his litter box and slept by the fireplace.

title: A conversation with my cat

question: How does the narrator feel about Matty speaking?

answer: He seems to be confused.

question: What does Matty mean by saying that he and the narrator are the same?

answer: He believes that they both came from the same particle of matter.

question: Why will Matty never speak the ancient language again?

answer: It seems Matty was just meant to give his take on the meaning of life, and now he has no use for speaking English again.

question: What is the last sentence supposed to signify?

answer: It seems it's supposed to signify that Matty is going back to his regular life as a cat.


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[Esther Killick, undated] ESTHER MARGARET KILLICK (3 May 1902 – 31 May 1960) was an English physiologist who was a professor of physiology at the London School of Medicine for Women (Royal Free Hospital School of Medicine) from 1941 until her death in 1960. Her main research interests lay in respiratory physiology and carbon monoxide poisoning.

Early life and education

Killick was born on 3 May 1902 in Ilford to Arthur Killick and Henrietta Fanny (née Moulton). She attended Leeds Girls' High School and went on to study at the University of Leeds, earning a BSc with honours in physiology followed by an MB ChB in 1929. She later received an MSc (1937) and DSc (1952) from Leeds.[1]

Career

Killick worked in the physiology department of the University of Leeds from 1929 to 1931, as an investigator to the Safety in Mines Research Board. During this period she studied carbon monoxide poisoning and acclimatisation, and collaborated with John Scott Haldane from the University of Birmingham.[2] In 1935, she was appointed lecturer in industrial medicine at the University of Birmingham.[3] Killick moved to London in 1939 with an appointment as lecturer in applied physiology at the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine. In 1941, she was appointed to the Sophia Jex-Blake chair of physiology London School of Medicine for Women (renamed the Royal Free Hospital School of Medicine in 1947), where she spent the remainder of her career.[4] She held a visiting professorship at the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine in 1953.[5]

Killick sat on numerous committees, including the Medical Research Council's industrial research board, the National Coal Board's physiological panel, the European Coal and Steel Community's committee on medical research on carbon monoxide poisoning, and the Physiological Society committee.[6] She was a member of numerous boards for the University of London, and oversaw the establishment of the pre-clinical departments of the university's overseas colleges, University College Ibadan (now the University of Ibadan) and University College of the West Indies (now the University of the West Indies).[7]

Research

Killick began investigating respiratory physiology and carbon monoxide poisoning in her first role at Leeds, and this was her primary research interest throughout the rest of her career. In Birmingham, she conducted a series of experiments in which she “gassed herself for science”[8] (as reported by the _Birmingham Gazette_ in 1941) by exposing herself to carbon monoxide in a sealed box at weekly intervals, causing herself to become hypoxic and sometimes lose consciousness. She did, however, demonstrate acclimatisation over time, with her symptoms and blood carbon monoxide levels decreasing with successive sessions over a period of many months. She reported her findings in articles published in 1936 and 1948.[9] She was the first to show that humans and mice acclimatise to carbon monoxide differently due to differences in the respiratory epithelium.[10] Later in her career, she investigated treatments for carbon monoxide poisoning, using different gases to ventilate dogs that were unconscious due to excess carbon monoxide; she showed that a mix of 95% oxygen and 5% carbon dioxide was more effective than air or pure oxygen.[11]

Personal life

Killick married Arthur St George Huggett, a physiologist, in 1938. They had two daughters, Margaret (b. 1940) and Jean (b. 1945). She died in London's National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery on 31 May 1960, aged 58, from a cerebral haemorrhage.[12]

A photograph of Killick by Elliott & Fry is held in the collection of the National Portrait Gallery.[13]

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title: Esther Killick

question: Who was Esther Killick?

answer: an English physiologist and professor of physiology at the London School of Medicine for Women

question: When was Esther Killick born?

answer: 3 May 1902

question: When did Esther Killick die?

answer: 31 May 1960

question: Who did Esther Killick marry?

answer: Arthur St. George Huggett, a physiologist

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Esther Killick was an English physiologist and professor of physiology at the London School of Medicine for Women.