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GALEN SANDER FOTT (born September 9, 1963) is an American director, animator, writer, and actor. His animated short films have won awards and have screened at film festivals in London, Los Angeles, New York, Toronto, Houston (ten-time Remi Award Winner),[1] and San Francisco (three-time Golden Gate Award nominee).[2][3][4]

Fott was born in Clarksville, Tennessee, the son of Mary Ready (Gilreath) Fott and Solie Isaac Fott. An early fascination with The Muppets on _Sesame Street_ inspired Fott to pursue the performing arts. He attended Clarksville High School and in 1985 graduated from the University of Memphis with a BFA in Theatre Performance.[5]

Acting

After graduation, Fott embarked on a career in theatre, appearing with companies across America. In 1990 Fott joined Actors' Equity Association and toured the US and Canada in the national tour of _Mame_, starring Juliet Prowse. In 1991, he originated the role of Gaston in _Beauty and the Beast: Live On Stage_ at Walt Disney World.[6] Since moving to Nashville in 2004, he has appeared in leading roles with Nashville Repertory Theatre, Nashville Shakespeare Festival, Nashville Opera, Nashville Children's Theatre, and other local presenters.[7][8]

Fott has worked as a puppeteer for the Jim Henson Company, performing background characters in several _Sesame Street_-related video projects. Also for Henson, he made live international appearances as Bear in the Big Blue House and the Coca-Cola Polar Bear.[9] Fott has puppeteered with Wishing Chair Productions, the resident puppet troupe of Nashville Public Library.

In 2014 Fott appeared on an episode of the TV series _Nashville_ as the Group Leader for an AA meeting. He has voiced several characters in the animated films he has directed, including Potato in _Potato Pants!_, the Rabbit in _I Want My Hat Back_, and Icky in _Du Iz Tak?_

Technical writing

Fott has co-authored eight books on digital imaging with Photoshop expert Deke McClelland. These include two editions of the _Photoshop Bible_, and three volumes in the _For Dummies_ series. Fott has also reviewed graphics software for _Macworld_ and was a contributing editor to _PC Magazine_.[10]

Animation

In 2002 Fott moved to Vancouver to study animation at VanArts. After completing his training, he moved back to the US and in 2004 founded Bigfott Studios.[11] Since then, Fott has adapted, directed, and animated more than 20 children's books to video with Weston Woods Studios. The production style varies from 2D computer techniques to hand-drawn animation.[12][13][14]

_Roberto the Insect Architect_ (2005, co-directed with Jerry Hunt) is voiced by Sean Hayes. This was the first of Fott's three films to be nominated for the Golden Gate Award in the San Francisco International Film Festival. _Roberto_ also won Best Short Film at the KIDS FIRST! Film and Video Festival, and was the first of eleven of Fott's films to be designated a Notable Children's Video by the Association for Library Service to Children.[15] Other screenings include Anima Mundi, the BFI London Film Festival, Sydney Opera House, the National Gallery of Art, and the Guggenheim Museum.[16]

_Max's Words_ (2007, co-directed with Hunt) is voiced by T.R. Knight. It won the Platinum Award at WorldFest-Houston International Film Festival, and Best Animation Film at Lola Kenya Screen.[17]

Fott has adapted three books by Kate and Jim McMullan: _I'm Dirty!_ (2008), _I'm Fast!_ (2012), and _I'm Brave!_ (2015). These films were voiced by Steve Buscemi, Stanley Tucci, and Jonathan Banks, respectively.

Joanne Woodward provided the narration for _All the World_ (2011). Fott led a team of 12 animators who worked in pencil on paper to capture the quality of Marla Frazee's book illustrations. Poco band members Rusty Young and Jack Sundrud created the film's score.

In 2013 Fott adapted Jon Klassen's _I Want My Hat Back_. The film screened in the Toronto International Film Festival, the children's film festivals of New York, Boston, and Philadelphia, and won second prize for Best Animated Short Film in the Children's Jury of the Chicago International Children's Film Festival.[18]

_Du Iz Tak?_ (2018), Fott's adaptation of Carson Ellis' Caldecott-honored book, has screened in many international film festivals, including in France, Amsterdam, Italy, Portugal, and Berlin.

_Astaire Unwound_, Fott's deconstruction of Fred Astaire's ceiling dance from the movie _Royal Wedding_, was featured as part of the Comédies Musicales exhibition at the Philharmonie de Paris.[19]

Fott has also created animated scenic projections for live theatre productions. For Dollywood he worked on several Little Engine Playhouse productions, including _Pretend_ and _Coat of Many Colors_. For the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum, he created animation for _String City_. For Nashville Children's Theatre, he worked on _The Very Hungry Caterpillar Show_.[20]

Personal life

Fott lives in Nashville with his wife Laura and son Burton.[21]

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question: What specific part of the performing arts did Fott gravitate towards?

answer: It appears an early influence on Fott was the Muppets on Sesame Street. This inspired him to pursue a career in the performing arts generally. Later in his career he was able to work for the Jim Henson company, and was able to perform as background characters in several Sesame Street episodes. His career led to him performing the very puppeteering roles which originally inspired him as a child.

question: What technical area of expertise does Fott have?

answer: In 2002 Fott moved to Vancouver to study animation. Then he founded his own studio, Bigfott Studios. He has adapted and animated more than 20 children's books to videos. He has also co-authored eight books on digital imaging with Photoshop expert Deke McClelland. This allowed him to take his skill in the performing arts and apply it in a new medium.


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QUINTON RASHOD ROSE (born January 26, 1998) is an American basketball player. He played college basketball for the Temple Owls.

High school career

Rose grew up in Rochester, New York and began playing with fellow standout Thomas Bryant in third grade. Rose's younger brother Miles is also a basketball player.[1] Quinton played basketball for Bishop Kearney High School in Irondequoit, New York. As a junior, he averaged 15.4 points, seven rebounds and seven assists per game.[2] In his senior season, Rose averaged 23 points and six rebounds per game, leading Bishop Kearney to the Class AA sectional semifinals and earning second-team All-State honors. He played Amateur Athletic Union (AAU) basketball with the City Rocks, with whom he drew attention from many NCAA Division I programs.[3] Rose was considered a four-star recruit by ESPN and a three-star recruit by 247Sports and Rivals. He committed to play for Temple at the collegiate level on August 7, 2015.[4]

College career

Rose was named American Athletic Conference Rookie of the Week four times during his freshman season and earned a spot on the conference All-Rookie Team.[5] He started six games and averaged 10.1 points and 4.1 rebounds per game.[6] As a sophomore, Rose averaged 14.9 points, 4.3 rebounds, 2.3 assists, and 1.5 steals per game as Temple lost in the first round of the NIT to eventual champion Penn State.[7] He declared for the 2018 NBA draft but opted to return to Temple after working out with several teams.[8] He was told by NBA scouts that he needed to get stronger and improve his three-point shot.[9] On March 3, 2019, Rose scored a career-high 29 points in an 80–69 win against Tulane.[10] As a junior, Rose was named second-team All-American Athletic Conference.[11] He averaged 16.3 points, 3.8 rebounds, and 2.4 assists per game.[12] He was hampered by a stress fracture in his foot for the last two months of the season, and had offseason foot surgery.[13] On February 8, 2020, Rose scored 25 points in an overtime win over SMU, becoming the all-time leading scorer for the American Athletic Conference. He passed Rob Gray of Houston’s mark of 1,710 career points, set in 2018.[14] At the conclusion of the regular season. Rose was named to the Second Team All-AAC.[15] He was named to the First Team All-Big 5.[16]

National team career

In 2016, Rose played for the United States at the Albert Schweitzer Tournament, an under-18 competition in Mannheim, Germany. He averaged a team-high 13.8 points per game as the United States finished in ninth place.[17] Rose was a training camp finalist to play at the 2017 FIBA Under-19 World Cup in Cairo but was not named to the final roster.[18]

Career statistics

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|- | style=“text-align:left;”| 2016–17 | style=“text-align:left;”| Temple | 32 || 6 || 24.8 || .434 || .296 || .689 || 4.1 || 1.9 || 1.5 || .4 || 10.1 |- | style=“text-align:left;”| 2017–18 | style=“text-align:left;”| Temple | 33 || 32 || 32.2 || .434 || .345 || .653 || 4.3 || 2.3 || 1.5 || .2 || 14.9 |- | style=“text-align:left;”| 2018–19 | style=“text-align:left;”| Temple | 33 || 33 || 34.6 || .408 || .275 || .685 || 3.8 || 2.5 || 2.2 || .2 || 16.3 |- | style=“text-align:left;”| 2019–20 | style=“text-align:left;”| Temple | 31 || 31 || 33.4 || .368 || .270 || .792 || 5.0 || 3.5 || 2.0 || .7 || 16.4 |- class=“sortbottom” | style=“text-align:center;” colspan=“2”| Career | 129 || 102 || 31.3 || .408 || .297 || .717 || 4.3 || 2.5 || 1.8 || .4 || 14.4

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question: Summarize why Rose was named the American Athletic Conference Rookie of the Week for four times.

answer: Rose' performance in his games are as follows: six games and averaged 10.1 points and 4.1 rebounds per game. While there are no available data for the performance of other players for this to be compared to, it is assumed that such stats would be considered as worthy of earning such a title four times.

question: Summarize what the coaches say about Rose.


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*Preface: I was reading a lot of Bukowski a the time.*

“What’s up?” She questioned me.

“Oh, you know, the usual,” I said without looking.

I felt a cold presence in her stare.

“Feeling happy?”

“Not yet, get over here.”

“No…you let go.”

Over the past fifteen years she gained a whole lot of weight. I was more attracted to her sister. I decided to call her sister that night. When we first met she was seeing this guy name Phil. I think they got married. Her name was Angela.

”Angela,” I said into the phone.

”Uh, who is this?”

“It’s Joe.” She was trying me.

“Oh, how are you?”

“Good. Listen, I need a good nut.”

“Don’t we all?”

“Does Phil give it to your hard? Does he fuck you good?”

“Not like he used to. How’s your marriage?”

“Your sister has seen better times.”

“So is that what you do? You just move on when you don’t feel like it anymore? When it’s not there?”

“Life is a constant game of recycling.”

“Recycled condoms and used-up memories,” she said.

“My brain has enough of those.”

She sighed heavily into the phone.

“Can I come over at 8?” I asked.

“Ok well I just have to do the dishes first.”

“Ok, I’ll come at 8. See you later.” I hung up.

My wife was standing in the kitchen staring at the empty jar of jelly.

”Did you ever wonder how much power goes into making a glass jar?” She asked.

“I never thought about it.” I said. I went to the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice. I finished it, drinking from the spout. “I’ll be back later, I need to get a few things from the store.”

She walked into the bathroom and locked the door.

Angela was waiting at 7:55pm. I was there five minutes early. She was wearing a nightgown. The sidewalk in front of her building had no crab grass growing out of it. The door-knob was tarnished. I saw her standing in the window looking down but I knocked anyway.

She opened the door.

“Hello Angela.”

“Hey Joe.”

I leaned in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around me. I did her right there on the floor. We moved to the couch when she complained of back pain.

She lit a cigarette. She lit mine for me.

There was a painting on the wall.

“I don’t get that painting on the wall. What is that supposed to be?” I asked.

“It’s Schubert,” she said, “it’s about a girl who lost her shoes.”

“Lost her shoes that’s a hell of a thing to paint about,” I replied honestly.

“Well, you should get going. Phil will be home soon.”

”You were a great fuck, you know that?” I told her.

“I know.”

“Well, I’ll call you soon.”

“Yes, Joe.”

I walked back home. It was a short walk. When I got home my wife was asleep. I watched TV on the couch until I passed out.

title: [RF] Recycled Goods

question: Why does the narrator sleep with his wife's sister?

answer: The narrator sleeps with his wife's sister because she has gotten fat in her old age, and he is bored.


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Considering the enormous potential in the online gambling market, I believe Alive Casino will be one of those projects to look out for. The AR and VR market is expected to be over $200 billion by 2022. If the team is able to pull this off, which I believe they would, then the value of Alive tokens will increase.

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question: What technologies does Alive Casino combine?

answer: Alive Casino combines both the blockchain, to create a fully decentralized gambling experience, and virtual reality. It is the first online gambling service to combine these two technologies. The goal of Alive Casino is to develop a fully decentralized network with in-house development monitoring and management of games, analysis and customer support.


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URANUS (ウラノス _Uranosu_) is one of the second four Stardroids Mega Man must fight in _Mega Man V_ for the Game Boy. He has a bull-like appearance and is the Stardroid with the greatest physical strength and, despite his bulky physique, he is very athletic. Uranus uses his brute physical strength to attack with Deep Digger, which involves lifting boulders up from the ground to throw them at enemies. His bull-like appearance also translates very well to his short-temprered personality, since he likes to run fast and to overturn tables whenever he's mad, and dislikes both bullfighters and red flags. His weakness is the Break Dash.

-   1 Strategy
-   2 Data
    -   2.1 Mega Man & Bass CD data
    -   2.2 Stage enemies
-   3 Damage Data Chart
    -   3.1 Mega Man V
-   4 Other media
    -   4.1 Manga
    -   4.2 _Mega Man_ (Archie Comics
-   5 Gallery
-   6 Trivia
-   7 References

Strategy

Uranus starts the battle by activating Deep Digger, which consists of picking a block of the floor and throwing it at Mega Man, which splits into four debris that cause the same amount of damage. The player has to avoid it by jumping or sliding, then getting out of the way of the debris. It also works if the player, with good timing, goes at the gap left by the picked block, so every attack misses. However, the player must take into account that every time Uranus lands from a jump, he causes an earthquake that refills the hole, which kills Mega Man instantly if the block lands on him. He then jumps in place and then to the other side of the screen, then jumping twice in place and making the ceiling close off half of the screen, instantly killing Mega Man if he is on that side of the screen. To avoid it, the player has to slide under Uranus when he jumps to the other side, then standing as close to him as possible without making contact damage so the crushing misses. He will finish the pattern by jumping and causing a longer earthquake than others, then restarts the pattern. He is vulnerable to attacks at every moment, but interestingly enough, his mighty defense causes him to take the same damage from a charged Mega Arm than an uncharged shot.

His weakness is the Break Dash, but it is very difficult to hit him with it, as most of the time Uranus is making earthquakes after jumping, thus making it far better for beginners to use uncharged shots instead. The most reliable way to hit him with it is to charge it up fully, and hit him when he jumps across the screen. An effective, if difficult strategy with the Break Dash is to attack him with a fully charged dash, then use a half-charged one to escape and another to avoid taking damage from Uranus when he jumps across the screen (dealing damage to him in the process) and finally attacking him with a fully-charged dash as he throws the block, which will prevent Mega Man from taking damage and damage Uranus if the player avoids the hole. It defeats him in four dashes, and Uranus takes the same damage from a half-dash as he does from a fully-charged one.

Another strategy during the rematch against him on the Wily Star, is to use the Deep Digger to cause him to fall into a pit, instantly defeating him. However, this is difficult since Mega Man can fall into the pit made by him too.

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Mega Man & Bass CD data

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With the weapon called Deep Digger, he can lift blocks and throw them at enemies.
_"TAKE THIS, LOSER!"_
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BAD POINT:
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DISLIKE:
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LIKE:
Overturning a table in anger
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Uranus' Stage Selected Screen in Mega Man V.

Enemies in Uranus' stage.

-   Birdy
-   Cannon Roader
-   Chunco
-   Handoo
-   Monkikki
-   Ou-Ou
-   T. Khamen

Damage Data Chart

Amount of damage in units that Uranus will receive from each Special Weapon from _Mega Man V_.

Mega Man V

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DEEP DIGGER
BREAK DASH
SALT WATER
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Manga

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The Stardroids in Rockman Gigamix, with Uranus present at the top right.

In the manga _Mega Man Gigamix_, the Stardroids are powerful space robots that are attacking Earth, destroying several robots in the process. Uranus defeated Flame Man and Stone Man. Uranus, Mercury and Saturn fight against Mega Man, Cut Man and Elec Man.[1] Uranus is later defeated by the Robot Masters from Mega Man 4.[2]

Uranus has a cameo appearance in the _Rockman & Forte_ manga.

_Mega Man_ (Archie Comics

The Uranus of the Archie Comics Mega Man series was created by Ra Moon, and along with the other Stardroids was supposed to receive Earth after it had been "cultivated" by the evil computer. However, Ra Moon's demise meant that the Stardroids and Sunstar were left to take the planet themselves.

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Uranus' cameo in the _Rockman & Forte_ manga.

-   Uranus is named after the planet Uranus, which is named after the Greek deity of the sky, ironic considering this Stardroid is Earth-based. His bull-like appearance also appears unrelated to the Greek deity after which he is named.
-   Uranus' dislikes in his _Mega Man & Bass_ CD data are a reference to both elements in traditional bullfights.

References

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    ↑ Summary, with sample scans of Rockman Gigamix Vol. 2
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    ↑ Summary, with sample scans of Rockman Gigamix Vol. 3

_Mega Man V_
List of Stardroids
Mercury • Venus • Mars • Jupiter • Saturn • URANUS • Pluto • Neptune
Other Bosses
Dark Moon • Terra • Skull Blazer • Enker • Quint • Punk • Ballade • L. Knuckle and R. Knuckle • Brain Crusher • Sunstar
Mega Man's Special Weapons
Grab Buster • Bubble Bomb • Photon Missile • Electric Shock • Black Hole • Deep Digger • Break Dash • Salt Water • Spark Chaser
Mega Man's Support Items
Rush Coil • Rush Jet • Tango
List of Enemies
Alabell • Armaroid • Baby Flies • Birdy • Bikky Bomb • Biree Spark • Biribaree • Boostun • Byouz • Cannon Roader
Chainsoar • Chunco • Doncatch • Elecit • Fankurow • Feeber • Fooley • Fukuhorn • G.S.Q • Handoo • Hell Metall DX
Kamapot • La Jaba • Malmet • Metall Sniper • Monkikki • Nibul • Ou-Ou • Palm Hopper • Parocket • Pikashu
Piriparee • Shaboan • Shuhorn • Sibul • Soshi Breaker • Swim Ball • Tamp • Wandering Head
- Sub-bosses -
Gundrill • Hyoey • T. Khamen • Tyhorn
Miscellaneous
Damage Data Chart • Game Script
_Mega Man series_
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  Mega Man • Roll • Dr. Light • Dr. Wily • Proto Man • Bass • Duo • Dr. Cossack • Kalinka • King
  Auto • Rush • Treble • Eddie • Beat • Tango • Reggae • Cut Man • Guts Man • Robot Masters

  Main games

  _Mega Man • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11
  Mega Man: Dr. Wily's Revenge • Mega Man II • III • IV • V
  Mega Man & Bass • Mega Man: The Power Battle • Mega Man 2: The Power Fighters • Mega Man's Soccer
  Mega Man Battle & Chase • RockBoard • Super Adventure Rockman • Mega Man Powered Up
  Mega Man: The Wily Wars • Rockman Complete Works_ (_Pokeroku_) • _Mega Man Legacy Collection_ • _Mega Man Legacy Collection 2_
  _~~Mega Man Universe~~_ (cancelled)

  Lists of Enemies

  _Mega Man • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11
  Mega Man: Dr. Wily's Revenge • Mega Man II • III • IV • V
  Mega Man & Bass_

  Damage Data Charts

  _Mega Man • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11
  Mega Man: Dr. Wily's Revenge • Mega Man II • III • IV • V
  Mega Man & Bass • Rockman & Forte: Mirai Kara no Chōsensha • The Power Battle • The Power Fighters
  Powered Up • The Wily Wars_

  Game Scripts

  _Mega Man • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11
  Mega Man: Dr. Wily's Revenge • Mega Man II • III • IV • V
  Mega Man & Bass • Rockman & Forte: Mirai Kara no Chōsensha • The Power Battle • The Power Fighters
  Powered Up • The Wily Wars_

  Media

  _Captain N: The Game Master_ • _Mega Man_ (Ruby-Spears) • _Mega Man: Upon a Star_ • _Mega Man: Fully Charged_
  _Mega Man_ (Dreamwave Productions) • _Mega Man_ (Archie Comics)
  _Mega Man Megamix_ • _Mega Man Gigamix_ • _Mega Man Maniax_ • _Mega Man Mastermix_ • _Rockman Tanjou Densetsu_
  _Rockman_ (manga series) • _Rockman 8_ • _Rockman & Forte_ • _Rockman 10 -Extra F-_ • _Rockman 11_
  _Rockman 4Koma Dai Koushin_ • _Rockman: Battle & Chase_

  Miscellaneous

  Special Weapon (List • Strengths) • Speed Runs • Wily Castle
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question: Summarize Uranus's abilities.

answer: Uranus uses his brute strength to attack with Deep Digger, which involved lifting boulders up to throw at enemies. Whenever Uranus lands from a jump, he causes an earthquake.

question: What does the article say about Uranus's weaknesses?

answer: Uranus is vulnerable to attacks all the time, and he takes the same damage from a charged and uncharged Mega Arm short. His weakness is the Break Dash. The Deep Digger can also be used to defeat him instantly during a rematch.

question: What does the article say about Uranus's creation?


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They came for him during the group session, two well dressed boys on the cusp of manhood. This wasn’t the first time a young and the restless soul had come asking questions about her, her legend, after all did precede her. Ted drew a deep breath that made his thin hospital gown rise and fall like an undulating wave, he looked at the floor. Those who knew him best recognised the act, this story was the last light of the broken man who sat before them in the New Haven Detoxification Institute. Ted meekly raised his hand, begging for silence. The regulars inched closer ready for the words they’d heard so many times before.

“Assia, Assia, ascended astrologers muse. Assia, Assia, Aphrodite’s repose. Assia, Assia, fire of life, cold when she goes.” The room hushed as if smothered, those watching felt a peculiar prickling of the skin. Ted continued oblivious.

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It was dusk, turning twilight, when they arrived at the bar. Ted tall and thin, his companion slightly taller with a thicker build. It was darker in the bar, one of those cheap places that tries to make up for a lack of style with poor lighting. She was late. He was in love with her. Ted was oblivious of what was to come.

The friend looked up, startled. Assia stood before them. Rain dripped from her night black hair that shone with the subtlest hint of a crimson glow. Her short black dress showed of her curves, like those of a racing car. Her legs were bare. Presently her eyes met Ted’s who suddenly aware that the world was turning at an astronomical rate around the fixed point of his eyes locked with hers. Every second was eternal.

Ted’s mind raced with this new information. Who was this girl? What the hell is this feeling? Oh god, make eye contact! OH GOD too much eye contact! Confused Ted withdrew from conversation and fixed his eyes on the wall sized aquarium behind Assia’s head. A thousand fish swam to and fro together in a shoal. One fish danced alone, swishing elegantly like Mata Hari. The tank appeared empty, but for this one fish. Ted sat transfixed, stealing occasional glances at the girl, but always returning to that one solitary fish. The fish disappeared. The sea was lonely.

Ted sipped his drink quickly. Assia demurely ashed her cigarette, delicately brushing it against the crystal ashtray, all the while stealing glances at Ted of her own. That moment the dreamer in him fell in love with her, and he soon knew it. Fire, crash the next hours passed lightning fast. Growing bolder the pair revelled in ideas, wallowed, and bathed in mutual knowledge and interests. Their friend faded to grey and they were alone.

Alone on a sofa now, memories slip by as if in a film. Hand brushes leg. Leg brushes hand. Electricity. Magnetism draws them together. His hands her hips. Her hands his hair. His lips her lips. Ecstasy. Her phone rings and she goes.

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Ted stood up, opened his eyes and spoke to his fellow New Haven Institute patients. The memory had almost seemed real.  “That was the first and last time I laid eyes Assia Do Nascimento. I chased the idea, the dream, the memory of her all my life. Trying to capture a love so pure, so intense.” Ted sat down hands trembling “You never know what will set the memory off.”

question: Does Ted know Assia from before meeting her at the bar?

answer: Information not found.

question: Will Assia find out Ted finds her attractive?

answer: Yes

question: Will they go on a date?

answer: Information not found.

question: Is Ted under a spell?

answer: No, he is dreaming.

question: Who is Ted's companion at the bar?

answer: Information not found.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Ted was in New Haven Institue when a memory of a girl, Assia, was revived in him.


text:
NOEL THORPE is a professional Canadian football coach who is currently the defensive coordinator for the Edmonton Eskimos of the Canadian Football League (CFL). He is a Grey Cup, Vanier Cup, and IFAF U-19 World Cup champion. He played college football for the St. Cloud State Huskies.[1][2]

Coaching career

Early college career

Thorpe began his coaching career with the UBC Thunderbirds of the CIAU in 1996 as the program's defensive coordinator and defensive backs coach.[3] Shortly thereafter, in 1997, he earned his first Vanier Cup win as a coach for the 33rd Vanier Cup championship team. He remained with the Thunderbirds for five years until he joined the cross-town Simon Fraser Clan of the NAIA in 2001 as the team's defensive backs coach.[4]

Montreal Alouettes

Thorpe was hired by the Montreal Alouettes in 2002 as the special teams coordinator and won his first Grey Cup championship in his first season following a victory in the 90th Grey Cup game.[5] In 2003, he also became the defensive backs coach of the team.[6] He continued in both positions through to the 2007 season where the Alouettes made four Grey Cup appearances in six years.[7]

Edmonton Eskimos

Following an Alouettes' head coaching change prior to the 2008 season, Thorpe joined the Edmonton Eskimos in the same capacity as their special team coordinator and defensive backs coach.[8] In the following season, Richie Hall was hired as the team's head coach and Thorpe added the title of assistant head coach. At the end of a disappointing 2010 season, one in which the team's general manager, Danny Maciocia, was fired, Hall was also relieved of his duties as head coach. The team's new head coach, Kavis Reed, dismissed Thorpe from the team on December 15, 2010.[9]

Montreal Carabins

After a ten-year absence from college football, Thorpe was named the special teams coordinator for the Montreal Carabins on February 4, 2011.[10] The move back to the city of Montreal reunited him with Maciocia who was now the Carabins' head coach. For the 2012 season, Thorpe was promoted to be the team's defensive coordinator.[11]

Montreal Alouettes (II)

After two years with the Carabins, Thorpe re-joined the Alouettes on November 28, 2012, this time in the capacity of defensive coordinator.[12] The team's first-year head coach, Dan Hawkins, was fired after five games and replaced by general manager, Jim Popp. At the end of the 2013 season, on December 4, 2013, Thorpe signed a two-year contract extension and added the title of assistant head coach, despite a permanent head coach not being hired yet (Tom Higgins would be hired over two months later).[13][14]

While the Alouettes made the playoffs in 2014 after beginning the season with a 1–7 record, another slow start to the 2015 season led to the team dismissing Higgins and replacing him with Popp. It was the third such instance that Thorpe had been on the coaching staff of the Alouettes while Popp took over interim head coaching duties. At the end of the 2015 season, Popp announced that he would remain as the team's head coach for the 2016 season. Soon after, Thorpe submitted his resignation to join the Edmonton Eskimos as their defensive coordinator, but the move was blocked by league commissioner, Jeffrey Orridge, on December 17, 2015, since there were two years remaining on his contract.[15] After re-conciliation, it was announced by Thorpe and the Alouettes that he would remain with the team and fulfill his contractual obligations.[16]

During the 2016 season, Popp resigned as head coach and was replaced by Jacques Chapdelaine, the team's receivers coach, rather than Thorpe or Kavis Reed, who were the team's assistant head coaches.[17] Chapdelaine was named the team's head coach for the 2017 season while Reed was promoted to the team's general manager position vacated by Popp. The team once again struggled and, after a 3–8 start to the season, Thorpe and Chapdelaine were fired on September 13, 2017.[18] The Alouettes were winless in their final seven games that year without Thorpe.

Ottawa Redblacks

On December 4, 2017, Thorpe was named the defensive coordinator for the Ottawa Redblacks.[19] He spent two years with the Redblacks, with the first yielding an appearance in the 106th Grey Cup, and the next with the Redblacks finishing with the worst record in the league. After Ottawa's head coach, Rick Campbell, announced his resignation at the conclusion of the 2019 season, Thorpe was not retained by the Redblacks.

Edmonton Eskimos (II)

On January 15, 2020, it was announced that Thorpe had re-joined the Eskimos, this time as the team's defensive coordinator, after a 10-year absence.[20]

Personal life

Thorpe and his wife, Erminia Russo, have two children, Emma and Peyton.[21][22] Their family had been living in Montreal since Thorpe's time with the Carabins and continued while he was working for the Ottawa Redblacks.[23]

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title: Noel Thorpe

question: Summarize Torpe's playing career in football.

answer: It is stated that he played college football for the St. Cloud State Huskies, but there is no indication whether this was alongside or prior to his coaching the UBC Thunderbirds in 1996. After playing with the Huskies, it is likely that he stopped as playing as an athlete and focused solely on coaching.


text: The first time I ever saw her, she was dancing in the street for loose change. Her black hair curled around her form in motion, almost as if it was dancing along side her. Her form was sloppy but her heart was in the dance completely. She showed up on that side walk everyday for the next few weeks. She would stand at the end of a diner facing away from the window of it. She'd place that small ball cap on the concrete and close her eyes as she began to twirl around her own shadow. Each day at noon I would walk into that diner and request the seat that over looked where she danced. For days on end she was the butterfly that brightened my ordinary life. Once I saw a young boy run by her, snatching her cap from the ground, with the cap almost full with coins. She heard the commotion and had stopped dancing and watch the boy with teal eyes as he raced away with her hard earned change. She never made a move to stop him or chase after him. The only thing she did was take the scarf from around her waist and twisted it into a small bowl shape of sorts, and started dancing again. The next day she came with another cap, this one dingy and must have been from a thrift shop, because when she pulled it from her head, it fit too loosely. From how she stood there almost unmoved from the tragic loss, I’m sure she never noticed the business man who sat behind her looking through the glass. Everyday I’d leave and drop whatever money I hadn't used for my lunch and drop it into her cap. I remember the day it happened. How could I forget. I was sitting, watching her, eating away at my sandwich. That day her movements looked stiff, and unsure. She danced with her eyes open. She was waiting for something, something she didn't even know what was. She was in the middle of a leap when she spotted what she had been waiting for. A small girl, no older than four, ran past her giggling. The mother chased after her daughter calling out for someone to stop the girl, since she was not close enough to grab her child. I saw her eyes lock onto the blur of pink and white that was the little girl. As soon as she landed from her leap she bolted after the girl who was heading towards a busy intersection. Just as the girls white shoe hit the road she was scooped up by the wild looking dancer. The dancer wrapped her entire body around the small girl as a car came barreling into them. The car skidded to a stop a few feet after colliding with the girls, slinging the girls off of the hood and into the road. By that time the mother had caught up to them, and I was already closing the door to the diner. As I ran up to the wreck I saw the dancer sprawled on her back, bloody and broken, with the little girl hugging to her chest, perfectly safe.  The mother hauled her little girl off of the dancer, sobbing and clinging to her daughter. I pushed past the people to get to the dancer. As I reached her, I touched her neck checking for a pulse. Faintly very faintly, I felt the beat of the heart that fueled her dancing. I knelt down by her head, lifting it into my lap. My hand brushed away the hair on her face, that wild black hair, while my other caressed her cheek. I hear someone on the phone with 911. I whisper to the dancer, calling out to her in a voice that doesn't even sound like my own. Her eyes flutter open and she holds eye contact with me for a mere second that could have lasted for eternity. The one word that escaped her lips were so simple. Just an ordinary 'you', to an ordinary me. I hear the sirens of the ambulance, just before the medics pull me from her. They strap her to a stretcher while a police man is questioning me. He asked me if I saw what happened. Of course I did. He asked if I knew her. Of course I do. The paramedic asks me if I want to ride along with her, shes stable enough to be asking for the man with the green tie. I anxiously jump in the back with her. Her hand twitches. I move and gently grasp her hand. I keep whispering to her that she is safe. That she'll be okay. That she will live. She just stares as if she knows I’m only reassuring myself and not her. A small upturn of her lips says she does know. That she knows everything. In that moment of clarity before death she knew everything there was to know in this world, including the feelings that had grown inside of me for her. And then she flat lined.

title: Ordinary

question: What caused the dancer's death?

answer: A little girl ran past the dancer heading for a busy intersection. The dancer ran after her and managed to grab and protect the little girl. The two were hit by a passing motor vehicle, killing the dancer.

question: Why was the businessman allowed into the ambulance with the dancer?

answer: The businessman ran to the dancer as she lay injured in the street. He comforted her. He told the policeman that he knew her. When the paramedic put the girl into the ambulance she asked if the man with the green tie could come with her to the hospital.

question: What does the story say about the dancer's family


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Published: 11:33, 09 June 2020

AltChar

[Battlefied Reboot artwork showing logo and release window]

Battlefield Reboot artwork by AltChar

EA's next Battlefield game could be a reboot set in the modern-day according to the latest tease from a reliable leaker. The modern-day setting has been rumoured for Battlefield 6 for quite some time now and it looks like these rumour may be true after all.

Fans of Battlefield series have been craving for a return to a modern-day setting for years now but as you may know, Dice and EA opted for WW1 and WW2 instead. However, it looks like the upcoming Battlefield game could be the answer to the players' wishes.

The modern-day setting is certainly a realistic scenario since 2013's Battlefied is the last game in the series to take this approach and on top of this, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare's success is potentially another reason why EA and Dice probably need a return to modern conflicts.

The setting has also been teased by popular YOUTUBER JACKFRAGS and recently a trusted leaker Tom Henderson over on Twitter. Tom quoted a tweet from a user named Usman who stated how Battlefield 3 makes him feel nostalgic and was ahead of its time.

_"You'll be a happy bunny next year then,"_ the leaker added a small hint in the quoted tweet.

Of course, this is just a tiny tease suggesting a modern-day setting but he further clarified his tweet for those who thought the game might be Battlefield 3 remaster.

As always, you should take this with a grain of salt just like any other rumour or unconfirmed info. However, Henderson has been pretty reliable in the past with his Modern Warfare and Battlefield info. Fingers crossed that he is indeed right this time around.

[A man with an axe running through a forest in SCUM]

Battlefield V

question: When will Battlefield be released?

answer: That information is not known.

question: What setting is Battlefield likely to be in?

answer: Modern-day setting.

question: How similar is Battlefield 6 with Battlefield 3?

answer: The setting.

question: Why is Tom Henderson considered a reliable source of info for Modern Warfare and Battlefield.

answer: It can be implied he is a trusted leak.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: At the time of this article, the upcoming Battlefield 6, set in modern-day times, seemed to answer many players' prayers because of the setting. It proposed a similarity to Battlefield 3. Although not confirmed it will be a Battlefield 3 remaster, there were hopes that the rumours are true.


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I will love you if you tell me how to write better :)

  It certainly was a great accident. There I am, lying in a hospital bed and in coma. I thought this was going to be different, you know. I didn't think that when you're about to die, your sole leaves your body. But it's not like I'm transparent or something, the only difference I can see is that my brown hair looks a bit blacker, and my skin looks more white. So now I'm there, half dead in the bed, and here, standing besides the bed, looking at myself. My mother sister and father is also here. Clearly they cannot see me. They're crying. Maybe there is a way to come back to life? It has happened, people have waked up before.

  I walk over to the window. It doesn't look like the city I live in. I turn around, looking at myself. Maybe I could go around and see if there are other souls walking around. The hospital corridor is empty. Not a single patient or doctor. Nor is there anybody on the floor below. I can't spot another living, or dead, anywhere on the way down to the main floor. Except from my mother, my father and sister. But they're still with the half dead me.

  There, on a bench outside, is there an old man with grayish clothes and a long beard. I walk over to him.
"Why are there nobody here" I ask.
he old man looks at me and smiles. "Because you're the one that's dying," he answers, "But you're wondering why you can see yout family?"
I nod.
"Because they mean the world to you," he smiles again, "They are the most important you have in your whole life, so you'd like to see them, don't you?"
At that moment, I realize something. "Why are you here, then? I don't think I've ever seen you before."
This time, the old man doesn't answer. He stands up and starts walking. I follow him.
"Where are you going? What am I going to do?" I ask nervously, "Hello? Wait!"
He steps into a red bus, and sits down in the driver's seat. I stop in the doorway.
"If you wish to go on, to leave this life, you will travel with me on this bus," he tells me, "But if you'd rather go back to your life and your family, you must run, You must run as you've never run before".
Now I realy don't understand. "I have to run? Will you tell me where I have to run? I ask.
He start the engines, and I take a step backwards. I'm standing on the street now, looking into the bus.
"Run back to your family. But remember this; if you stop running, you won't get back!" At the same time as he is finished talking, he starts driving, slowly. I turn around to run.

  Running as just a soul is much more exhausting than running as a living body, with a proper body-soul-combination. I am already so very tired. But I cannot stop- I will not take the risk to stop. I keep on running, just like Alice did when she and the Queen ran. Even though I run as fast as I can without having to stop, it doesn't feel as I'm making such progress.

  When I finally reach the entrance to the hospital, I can see a doctor. And another one. And a person that could be a patient or just a visitor. I feel like I'm moving a bit faster. I reach the first flight of stairs. And soon enough, the second one. I slow down, exhausted. I tell myself that I cannot stop now, I've come so far! So I run more.
Third flight of staird is behind me, and the only thing I have left is a very long corridor. In contrary to when I walked out of here, the corridor is now full of people. Doctor, patients, and visitors. There is a name on the door at the end of the corridor. "Jim". That's my name. And it's the room where my body lies. I reach the door, and try to open it. Instead of opening, it stays shut. And I crash into it. I fall backwards on my back. My eyes are shut.

  This means I stopped. But I couldn't stop. What happens to me now? I almost start to panic. I sit up, leaning on my elbows. I'm not on the floor anymore. I'm in the hospital bed. My whole family is there. Through the door comes a man, the old man, but in a doctor's suit. He smiles.
"You made it, how are you feeling? Tired?" He fixes something on my head. I feel my forehead. I've got a bandage. But I'm absolutely and completely alive.

  You can have many reasons to run. But this, this would be my favourite one.
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title: My 'out-of-body experience'

question: What is the name of the protagonist?

answer: Jim.

question: Where is he at the beginning of the story?

answer: He is in two places at once. His body is in a coma, lying on a hospital bed, but his soul is standing besides the bed.

question: What instructions does the man give Jim?

answer: He tells him to get on the bus if he wants to leave his life, and to run without stopping back to the hospital room if he wants to live.

question: What happens at the end of the story?

answer: Jim wakes up from his coma.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The text is a short story about Jim's out-of-body experience. He is in a coma surrounded by his family, but his soul can walk around. His soul meets and old man who tells him to get on the bus if he wants to leave his life and to run back to his room without stopping if he wants to live. He runs back and slams into the hospital room door. The next moment he wakes up from his coma.


text:
 idea that guns are supposed to be a protection against “tyranny” — that the American government is, on some level, the biggest threat to the lives of Americans — tends to be associated with the right-wing militia movement, like the group of ranchers that took over an Oregon wildlife preserve earlier this year.

But it’s also been a feature of a strain of black radicalism, personified by the Black Panthers in California in the late 1960s and early ’70s. As Adam Winkler wrote in a 2011 article for the Atlantic detailing “The Secret History of Guns”:

  Guns became central to the Panthers’ identity, as they taught their early recruits that “the gun is the only thing that will free us—gain us our liberation.” They bought some of their first guns with earnings from selling copies of Mao Zedong’s Little Red Book to students at the University of California at Berkeley. In time, the Panther arsenal included machine guns; an assortment of rifles, handguns, explosives, and grenade launchers; and “boxes and boxes of ammunition,” recalled Elaine Brown, one of the party’s first female members, in her 1992 memoir.

In general, this ideology doesn’t materialize into lethal threats to actual employees of the US government. No law enforcement officers were killed in the Oregon standoff; the Black Panthers may have taken over the California Capitol, but they didn’t shoot anyone to do it. The Dallas ambush was a more lethal threat to government officials, even though it wasn’t affiliated with an ideological movement.

Nonetheless, many Americans (both police and civilians) are animated by the belief that police are a specific target of violence — and that whenever they go out on the beat, they’re at risk of ambush. And those fears tend to be reinforced, in particular, by the threat of black men with guns.

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The Black Panthers’ use of open carry to demonstrate to police that they were standing up against “tyranny” inspired California to make open carry illegal — and helped spur a nationwide wave of gun control. The rise of the Black Lives Matter movement, and associated protests against police brutality, has spurred fears of retaliatory attacks on law enforcement since they started.

Actual attacks on police only reinforce that fear: After the killing of officers Wenjian Liu and Rafael Ramos in New York in 2014, one police union reportedly sent out a message to officers telling them to take two squad cars out on any call so they’d be able to respond to threats. “These are precautions that were taken in the 1970s when police officers were ambushed and executed on a regular basis,” the email read.

During a press conference after the Dallas ambush, Mayor Mike Rawlings took the opportunity to defend police using military equipment like body armor: “The chief makes decisions at times that people could be critical of: ‘Do you put too much body armor on?’ If we are being critical of these things, think about today. This is what you're risking if you don't do it right.”

The debate about whether guns protect or threaten public order often centers on white gun owners

Most gun owners don’t own guns so they can fight the government. Historically, groups like the NRA have defended gun ownership by talking about hunters and sportsmen.

“I do not believe in the promiscuous toting of guns,” the NRA president told Congress in 1934.

But since the late 1960s and ’70s, defenders of gun rights have seen gun ownership as an individual right — and one they’ve been extremely wary of any government attempt to regulate. (Thus our current, incredibly polarized and sclerotic gun debate.) In particular, though, they’ve come to see it as a way to protect themselves against threats to public order: against crime.

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As Evan Osnos writes in a recent New Yorker feature about the history of the gun industry:

  In 1972, Jeff Cooper, a firearms instructor and former marine, published “Principles of Personal Defense,” which became a classic among gun-rights activists and captured a generation’s anxieties. “Before World War II, one could stroll in the parks and streets of the city after dark with hardly any risk,” he wrote. But in “today’s world of permissive atrocity” it was time to reëxamine one’s interactions with fellow-citizens. [...] Adapting a concept from the Marines, he urged civilian gun owners to assume a state of alertness that he called Condition Yellow. He wrote, “The one who fights back retains his dignity and his self-respect.”

The NRA didn’t create this shift, but it became the vehicle for it, as Osnos writes: “in 1977, at the N.R.A.’s annual meeting, conservative activists led by Harlon Carter, a former chief of the U.S. Border Patrol, wrested control from leaders who had been focussed on rifle-training and recreation rather than on politics, and created the modern gun-rights movement.”

“The only way to stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun” isn’t just a cute saying — it’s the reason that millions of Americans bought guns during the crime wave of the 1960s to ’80s. That was especially true for white Americans. The fear of crime as a political and social force in America (as scholars like William Stuntz and Jonathan Simon have detailed) was largely a fear by white suburbanites of high-crime, largely nonwhite cities. The face of crime (or hands, as in the Willie Hortonad) was black.

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But over the past 20 years — as crime has declined consistently — the question of gun rights has often come up in the context of mass shootings. During the Obama administration, mass shootings and gun control debates have gone hand in hand: It’s very rare for the first to happen without spurring the second, and the second has only happened when prompted horribly by the first.

In the mind of gun control advocates today, guns aren’t primarily a safeguard of public order; they’re a threat to it. Mass shootings are seen as an epidemic; people who didn’t previously feel unsafe in their neighborhoods have started to express fears that they or their children will be killed. They mock the idea of the “good guy with a gun” by pointing to the week in April when four toddlers shot and killed themselves due to unsecured guns. The implication is that there’s no situation a gun doesn’t make _more_ dangerous.

And while the face of crime in the US was black, the face of the mass shooter in the US is primarilywhite, young and male. That shapes how we talk about mass shootings: When the perpetrator of an attack is white, people are more likely to talk about his weapons than his ideology.

In 2016, gun owners see their guns as a way to protect public order; gun control advocates see guns as a threat to it. But in both of those cases, they imagine the person holding the gun is white.

When the person holding the gun is black, things are different.

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How black Americans get left out of the gun debate

The irony, of course, is that black Americans are more likely than any other group to be killed by gun violence. And they’re the ones disproportionately likely to be killed in police custody — the ones to whom the government poses the most immediate threat.

If the right to own a gun in America is about protection against crime, black Americans need that right more than any other. If the right to own a gun in America is about protection from tyranny, black Americans need that right more than any other.

Conversely, if guns in America pose a threat to public order, they pose the biggest threat to black people. And if they pose a threat to government, that’s largely a white threat — the Black Panthers (at least as they existed in the 1960s) aren’t around anymore — but black communities are the ones police are often afraid of.

[You are killing us protesters]
The fact is that black Americans stand, largely unheard, at the center of the debates over whether guns protect American values or threaten them. The trope of “black-on black-crime” has become a joke, because so many conservatives bring it up only in the context of other forms of violence. And the gun control advocates who talk about black crime victims often ignore the role that gun control plays in overpolicing: Stop-and-frisk, after all, was supposed to be a tool for the NYPD to confiscate illegal guns.

At some level, the debate over the killings of Philando Castile and Alton Sterling are a debate about who gets to be safe in America. So are debates around mass shootings. But the answer, all too often, is that black people — no matter which end of a gun they’re on — don’t have the right to be safe.

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question: What does the text say about the origins of the Black Panthers?

answer: The article indicates that the Black Panthers were formed in the late 1960s.

question: What does the text say about Huey P. Newton?

question: Summarize the NRA's role as described by the text.

answer: The NRA did not create the cultural shift toward personal gun rights, but it became the vehicle for it. Before the 1960s, gun ownership defence was based on recreational use (hunting and sports), with the NRA president against "the promiscuous toting of guns." In the 1977 annual meeting, conservative activists changed the focus from rifle-training to anti-gun control politics.


text:
Those of us who mistrust the evolution of our current politico-economic system, often look toward dystopian novels to portray a warning glimpse of where we are headed. The two most common examples are _1984_ by George Orwell or _Brave New World_ by Aldous Huxley. While there certainly are elements of each of these systems in our recent history, for instance, the deliberate maleducation and permanent warfare systems of _1984_, and the technological bread and circuses mentality of _Brave New World._ In reality our ruling class cannot afford to go too far in either of these directions, lest they undermine our own ability as slave labor to keep them empowered.

The progressive managerial class revolution and the banking mafia consolidation of the early 1900s conspired to create something that looks, more than anything else, like a warped version of Marxism. Taking Marx’s revolutionary mechanics and applying them against their own original objective in a sense, creating a dictatorship of the super-proletariat, and thus, forming a much more stable class system than before. In fact one might say that Marx’s greatest error was in thinking that the proletarian revolution would be some sort of endpoint in history, when in fact it was just one more cyclical change of hands. Therefore, I submit that the dystopian novel that was the most prescient was the lesser known of Orwell’s: _Animal Farm_.

_Animal Farm_ was Orwell’s warning to the left about what he saw becoming a greater and greater danger. This danger can be summed up in his quote, “All animals are equal, But some animals are more equal than others”. The book was essentially damned with faint praise. Brilliantly written, yet more subtly than _1984_, it could not be roundly thrashed by either right or left critics; but it could be put aside as an afterthought.

Looking at the history of what broadly constituted the labor movement arising in the aftermath of the abolition of chattel slavery, one sees a definite progression in the direction of _Animal Farm_, in the countries that did not fall completely under the spell of Totalitarianism. At first, the goals were often simple and quite egalitarian, and yet also surprisingly libertarian as well. Freedom for the working man from the oppression of the capital oligarchy (which was itself the result of the British/Hamiltonian system of neo-mercantilism) and the wage slavery which resulted from it. Even in the beginning however, there were many splits and threads. Some sought only the ancient protectionism revived and applied to labor as equally as capital. Marx called this “reactionary socialism”. But by and large, the movement began to gravitate toward the model of the _IWW_, at least for a short time. The _IWW_ was non-discriminatory and non-protectionist. Anyone who worked for a boss was welcome, and they applied pressure not to advantage some laborers against others, but as industrial unionists, as a unified working class front against all capital oligarchs. Over time this model of labor organization was growing more and more successful, yet also more and more internally fragile, as the new super-proletariat grew within the shell of the old proletariat, and the capital class began to scramble for new strategies and paradigms with which to defeat them. It was at this time also that Anarchism began to solidify as a political/social/philosophical movement, as a unified model through which this free labor movement could express its ideas. The _IWW_ and its ilk were ostensibly apolitical, if not anti-political, but not officially anarchist. Several prominent members were, and many more were sympathetic to anarchism as a complement of their own movement.

The “progressive” movement of the early 1900s ostensibly sought much of the same “reforms” of working conditions that the apolitical labor movement did, but in a manner that was more amenable to the ruling class. As they grew more powerful, so did the more monopolist trade unions (once called craft unions), who were willing to compromise in order to make short term gains, at the expense of non-privileged workers.

The pigs had begun to diversify themselves from the rest of the four legged bunch. Of course the progressives and trade unionists still found a certain token opposition from hard line Hamiltonian capitalists who clung to the idea that they could simply convert chattel slavery into wage slavery and crush all opposition. But the force of the laboring class had shown most of the ruling class that those days were over. And in fact, this opposition proved exceptionally useful to the New Class forming up. They could position themselves as friends of the working man, albeit in a paternalist, technocratic manner. Their propaganda was the need for experts, rationality, control, to hold back “the excesses of the Robber Barons” and yet at the same time to guide the working class, to make them “efficient”, turning the language of the economists against their own original insights. And when the bankers engineered panic after panic, sacrificing their own lesser brethren in order to foreclose on vast tracts of land and corporate assets, everyone knew there had to be a Plan. And of course there were two. The “Aldrich Plan”, which openly consolidated the banking industry in the hands of a few private oligarchs. This was (rightly) harshly opposed and denounced, only to be replaced by the “Federal Reserve System”, which was de facto much the same plan, but even worse, because it integrated these oligarchs into the national currency.

It was the “progressive” President Woodrow Wilson who signed this act into law. It was the bankers who engineered the ability to wage World War I. It was this same progressive President who entered us into the war, who used the war as an excuse to destroy what remained of the more anarchistic industrial union movement, and its backbone of mutual aid.

Without the mutual aid programs of the free labor movement, the population on the margin of the sub-proletariat, the unemployed, disabled and other “undesirables” were completely at the mercy of the Government. It would be the technocrats who would decide whether or not they would eat or find shelter. All of these progressive, social democratic programs, create a class dependency that would not otherwise exist, necessary as they might be in a world with a crippled, sycophantic labor movement. They hollowed out the social force and class consciousness of the marginal sub-proletariat. No one dares bite the hand that feeds them, until they grow too desperate to do otherwise.

And so it goes on even today, with the “right wing” farmers and “left wing” pigs working hand in hand to keep the system going as long as possible. And sometimes, you can’t really tell who is who:

Summer arrives. Squealer is seen to take all the sheep of the farm aside, and no-one sees them for a week. The sheep eventually return. That evening, as the animals are returning to the yard from work, Clover is heard neighing excitedly from the yard. The animals rush forward to see what is happening. They stop dead when they all see what has startled Clover. It is the sight of Squealer walking upright, on his hind legs. At this moment, all of the pigs leave the farmhouse in single file, all upright on two legs. Finally, Napoleon emerges from the farmhouse, upright and carrying a whip.

It is the most shocking thing the animals have ever seen. It goes against everything that they have been taught up to then. Just as it seems that someone might object, the sheep break into a deafening chorus of “Four legs good, two legs better.” They went on for five minutes, during which the pigs walked briefly around and then returned to the farmhouse. The chance to protest is gone. Clover goes to the gable wall and brings Benjamin with her. She asks Benjamin to read for her what is on the gable wall. All the commandments are gone, and all that is written there now is “All animals are equal, But some animals are more equal than others.”

After this, the pigs and their sows start wearing clothes and carrying whips. They begin to have more direct dealings with the neighboring farmers. One day, the pigs invite a number of the local farmers to inspect the farm. After the inspection, the pigs and the farmers return to the farmhouse for a celebration. After a time, loud noises of laughter and singing are heard through the windows. The other animals are overcome with curiosity, and they approach the farmhouse to see what is going on. They look through the windows to see the pigs and farmers seated around the living room table, playing cards, making speeches and congratulating one another. Mr Pilkington makes a speech telling the pigs how impressed he is with Animal Farm, especially with the hard work and poor rations of the farm animals. Napoleon makes a speech in return, expressing his happiness that the mistrust between Animal Farm and the others is now at an end. He furthermore announces that the animals will cease to address each other as “Comrade,” and that “Animal Farm” will now revert to being called “Manor Farm.” As Napoleon finishes his speech to great applause, the animals outside seem to notice something changing in the features of the pigs, but what?

As the applause dies down and the card game is resumed, the animals creep away from the window. However, they hurry back when they hear a furious argument break out. The argument is because Mr. Pilkington and Napoleon have both played an Ace of Spades at the same time. But as the animals look from Napoleon to Pilkington, from man to pig and from pig back to man, they find that they are unable to tell the difference.” — Last Four Paragraphs of George Orwell’s _Animal Farm_.

question: Explain the references that the author makes to "Animal Farm".

answer: The author states that "Animal Farm" was Orwell's warning to the left about what he saw becoming a greater and greater danger. The author mentions that following the abolition of chattel slavery, there was a progression in the direction of "Animal Farm" in countries that did not fall completely to Totalitarianism. The author compares the "Aldrich Plan", which consolidated the banking industry in the hands of private oligarchs, to the "Federal Reserve System". However it was much worse because it integrated oligarchs into the national currency. Today it continues with "right wing" farmers and "left wing" pigs working together to keep the system going as long as possible, without knowing who is who.


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_PROOFS THAT REALLY COUNT: THE ART OF COMBINATORIAL PROOF_ is an undergraduate-level mathematics book on combinatorial proofs of mathematical identies. That is, it concerns equations between two integer-valued formulas, shown to be equal either by showing that both sides of the equation count the same type of mathematical objects, or by finding a one-to-one correspondence between the different types of object that they count. It was written by Arthur T. Benjamin and Jennifer Quinn, and published in 2003 by the Mathematical Association of America as volume 27 of their Dolciani Mathematical Expositions series. It won the Beckenbach Book Prize of the Mathematical Association of America.

Topics

The book provides combinatorial proofs of thirteen theorems in combinatorics and 246 numbered identities (collated in an appendix). Several additional “uncounted identities” are also included. Many proofs are based on a visual-reasoning method that the authors call “tiling”, and in a foreword, the authors describe their work as providing a follow-up for counting problems of the _Proof Without Words_ books by Roger B. Nelson.

The first three chapters of the book start with integer sequences defined by linear recurrence relations, the prototypical example of which is the sequence of Fibonacci numbers. These numbers can be given a combinatorial interpretation as the number of ways of tiling a 1 × n strip of squares with tiles of two types, single squares and dominos; this interpretation can be used to prove many of the fundamental identities involving the Fibonacci numbers, and generalized to similar relations about other sequences defined similarly, such as the Lucas numbers, using “circular tilings and colored tilings”. For instance, for the Fibonacci numbers, considering whether a tiling does or does not connect positions a and a + 1 of a strip of length a + b immediately leads to the identity

_F__a_ + _b_ = _F__a_ − 1_F__b_ − 1 + _F__a__F__b_.

Chapters four through seven of the book concern identities involving continued fractions, binomial coefficients, harmonic numbers, Stirling numbers, and factorials. The eighth chapter branches out from combinatorics to number theory and abstract algebra, and the final chapter returns to the Fibonacci numbers with more advanced material on their identities.

Audience and reception

The book is aimed at undergraduate mathematics students, but the material is largely self-contained, and could also be read by advanced high school students. Additionally, many of the book's chapters are themselves self-contained, allowing for arbitrary reading orders or for excerpts of this material to be used in classes. Although it is structured as a textbook with exercises in each chapter, reviewer Robert Beezer writes that it is “not meant as a textbook”, but rather intended as a “resource” for teachers and researchers. Echoing this, reviewer Joe Roberts writes that despite its elementary nature, this book should be “valuable as a reference ... for anyone working with such identities”.

In an initial review, Darren Glass complained that many of the results are presented as dry formulas, without any context or explanation for why they should be interesting or useful, and that this lack of context would be an obstacle for using it as the main text for a class. Nevertheless, in a second review after a year of owning the book, he wrote that he was “lending it out to person after person”. Reviewer Peter G. Anderson praises the book's “beautiful ways of seeing old, familiar mathematics and some new mathematics too”, calling it “a treasure”. Reviewer Gerald L. Alexanderson describes the book's proofs as “ingenious, concrete and memorable”. The award citation for the book's 2006 Beckenbach Book Prize states that it “illustrates in a magical way the pervasiveness and power of counting techniques throughout mathematics. It is one of those rare books that will appeal to the mathematical professional and seduce the neophyte.”

One of the open problems from the book, seeking a bijective proof of an identity combining binomial coefficients with Fibonacci numbers, was subsequently answered positively by Doron Zeilberger. In the web site where he links a preprint of his paper, Zeilberger writes,

Recognition

_Proofs That Really Count_ won the 2006 Beckenbach Book Prize of the Mathematical Association of America, and the 2010 CHOICE Award for Outstanding Academic Title of the American Library Association. It has been listed by the Basic Library List Committee of the Mathematical Association of America as essential for inclusion in any undergraduate mathematics library.

title: Proofs That Really Count

question: What does the article say about the style of the book?

answer: The book covers combinatorics theorems and identities, using combinatorial approaches to prove them. The book heavily utilizes a visual style inspired by tiling. The material is mostly self-contained, even the chapters, so it's possible for both high-schoolers and undergraduates to appreciate the work in a variety of reading orders. Many results are presented as is without context or explanation as to why they are useful or interesting. However, a lot of reviewers find the book exceptionally useful.

question: What does the text say about the visual proof of the Bayes Theorem?


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“Look at that couple,” she said, motioning with her head, both hands clutching my arm.  “Look at the flowers he gave her.  That’s so cute.”

“You’re cute,” I said.  She blushed.

“You know that’s my favorite gift?” she asked.

“Flowers?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“You never give me flowers.”

“I will someday.  When I feel like it.  I’ll surprise you.”

She nodded and pulled my arm tighter, content with my answer, confident that I was speaking the truth.

I never did.

I walked down the sidewalk sheltered by the awnings of angled building fronts.  The sun cascaded in golden ropes through the slats of benches, spilling across my shoes.  I felt good.  I whistled to the music playing in my ears.  I had my whole life ahead of me, a life I could live on my own schedule from now on.  I’d just skewered the last of my social obligations and was on my way home to my new life of I don’t know what.  Books, movies, games, contented loneliness.  My thoughts drifted abstractly to the girl in the apartment I just left, crying out on the bed that she was still in love with me, but I shrugged it away, sliding my hand into my pocket and fingering the playing card I’d taken from her night stand moments earlier.  I’d been using as it as a bookmark for as long as I could remember, and had forgotten it the last time I spent the night with her.  She was crying into her hands when I stealthily snuck over and retrieved it.  For whatever reason it was important to me.  She deserved better.  That’s why I left.

I drew a draft of brisk October air into my body and reminisced about our last break up six months ago, and how that one didn’t stick for more than a couple of weeks.  We’d been fighting for a while, nothing major, but consistent enough to be an ongoing issue.  We were just incompatible as romantic partners, it seemed.  We were both too absorbed in our own worlds to make any concessions for each other’s, and our worlds were far too different to begin with.  She lived in a state of constant social stimulation.  She always needed to be doing something.  She was so busy all the time, and when she wasn’t she made herself so.

Last Christmas I gave her a bracelet.  Nothing fancy, just a band of twinkling silver that I thought would look mighty pretty hanging from her wrist.  It came giftwrapped and bundled, so I didn’t see it again until the day we exchanged gifts.  I smiled as she opened it, and I saw her smile.  We smiled together for a while, but when she tried to put it on we noticed the tiny little clasp that came with it was broken.  I was right though; it looked mighty pretty hanging from her wrist.  She set it aside, promising to get the clasp fixed as soon as she could, and we enjoyed the rest of our evening.  Apple cider doughnuts and peppermint tea.  A gingerbread house kit we never built.

A few months passed and she still hadn’t gotten it fixed.  I brought it up every time we were together.  We fought about it.  She said she was too busy, besides she didn’t even know where you were supposed to go to get a bracelet fixed.  The fucking jewelry store, I said, they’re all over the place in the city.  Eventually, I got tired of waiting, so I went myself and purchased a pair of silver clasps.  They were twelve bucks.  It took less than five minutes.  There’s no way she could’ve done it herself.  Not a chance in the world.  Not five minutes to spare in three months time.

We broke up before I gave them to her.  I ended up handing them over a week or so later when I went crawling back.  She eventually relented and another week or so later we were back together and happy.  We slept together and it felt comfortable and right.  I was twenty-four years old.  That was six months ago.  Feels longer.  I’m twenty-five now.

I looked up at the awnings, at the birds nests stuffed behind light fixtures.  They looked comfortable.  I was fine.  I wasn’t thinking about the bracelet anymore.  I wasn’t thinking about all the things I could’ve or should’ve done.  Then something caught my eye, a bouquet of colors lighting up a grocery store window, colors you could smell, flowers.  I’d walked by that grocery every time I visited her for the last year, but this was the first I’d ever seen them selling flowers.  I stopped cold, shivering, overcome by sadness and failure.  My throat closed; I coughed pathetically, rejecting some pill.  In front of me, flowers, of all shapes and colors, strewn seductively, beckoned me toward mild memories of the last two years.  Days and weeks and months flashed by.  She graduated school, she received job offers, we celebrated birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, her father passed away.  Gifts were exchanged, support was given, love was made.  And yet, somehow, throughout our entire time together I’d never given her flowers.  Not even once.  My own negligence dawned on me like a sunrise, slow and peaceful, standing outside the grocery store window, falling apart.

Opening night.  The show was a success.  Months of hard work and planning came together.  The reviews were sure to be good.  We had a few awkward drinks with her crew.  They told me how great she was to work with.  I nodded and said I knew.  I wanted to leave.  I felt stupid, out of place.  I couldn’t be in her world for even a single night without wanting out.  I was light-headed.  I’d forgotten something important, but what was it.  Something I’d meant to do.  Something I’d meant to bring her.  To show her I cared.  That I was proud of her.  I guess I didn’t.  I guess I wasn’t.  Buying flowers downtown was so expensive anyway.

I walked to the train, my eyes peeled for a flower shop.  There were none around, so I didn’t get any.  Didn’t even check my phone.  I didn’t want to go out of my way.

She slept next to me, snoring.  On her desk a single flower stood in a glass jar full of brown water.  Not from me.  From someone she worked with.  To show her they cared.

I came back together and entered the store.  I pulled instead of pushed, went red as a rose with embarrassment.  I walked over to the display that housed the flower selection and perused them delicately.  The distant, chalky smell of their petals hitting me like the first breath of air surfacing from the deep end of the swimming pool.  Artificial shades of red, pink, yellow, cream wrapped in cheap plastic bundles, twiggy stems held hostage by wire twist ties.  They were the most beautiful flowers I’d ever seen.  I picked up a large bundle of white chrysanthemums and let their vapors consume me.  Barely conscious of what I was doing, I bought the flowers and exited the store.  A wire attached to the underside of my belly yanked me back in the direction of the apartment where a girl sat, still crying over me, trying not to hate me for putting her through this again.

I entered the building and rode the elevator to the tenth floor.  My heart raced.  I prayed that she would still be hidden away in her apartment, that she would not be standing out in the hallway to see me approaching her with those flowers in my hand.  The elevator doors opened and I rushed to her door, laid the flowers at the base, and ran for the nearest stairwell.  My footsteps no sooner echoed against the metal slats of the stairs than tears began to sting my eyes.  I felt no sense of redemption or comfort with what I’d done.  I wanted it to be some grand sign of finality, a tying up of a loose end, but it didn’t feel that way at all.  It just made me impossibly, pathetically sad.  Later, when I tried to tell my friend about it, I burst into tears all over again.

I regretted never buying her flowers while we were still together, and now I’m trying not to regret buying her flowers after ending it.  Weeks ago, months ago, it would’ve been a simple act that brought a simple smile to her face.  Now, it felt complicated, insensitive.  What was I thinking?  Why did I wait so long?  She deserved them so many times.  I want to be here for her still.  I hope that she knows that.  I hope the flowers can represent that to her.  I hope she didn’t throw them in the trash already.  I hope they’re sitting by her bed right this moment, comforting her in the same way I always wanted to but couldn’t.  Mostly, I hope that while we were together I was able to give her something more important to her than flowers.  Something that won’t whither and die in a couple of weeks, even if properly nourished and taken care of.  Some sort of seed inside her heart that will continue to grow and blossom, immune to the passage of time, that will see her through the challenges of the future and comfort her when she feels the most alone and maybe, just maybe, one day direct her back into my arms where another, different type of seed can be sown.

title: Seeds

question: What does the story say about the narrator's relationship with his girlfriend?

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The narrator tells us that his girlfriend loves flowers. However, he never gives her flowers. They have been fighting for a while. He finally breaks up with her because he thinks that he neglects her, and she deserves better. Now he buys her flowers and wonders why he has not done that before. He hopes that the flowers will show her that he cares for her and that she does not throw them in the trash.
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question: What does the story say about the bracelet?

answer: The narrator gave his girlfriend a bracelet. However, when she tried to put it on, they noticed the clasp that came with it was broken. She said that she would get the clasp fixed as soon as she could but a few months passed and she still hadn’t gotten it fixed. They fought about it. Then the narrator purchased a pair of silver clasps and fixed it.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's childhood?