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_HELLUVA BOSS_ is an American adult animated musical black comedy web television series created by Vivienne “VivziePop” Medrano. Despite taking place within the same universe as _Hazbin Hotel_, also created by Medrano, the series features a different cast of characters and storyline.[1][2][3] The pilot was released on November 25, 2019,[4] while the first episode of the first season, produced by SpindleHorse Toons, was released on October 31, 2020.[5] The first season will be released exclusively to Medrano's YouTube channel[6][7] like Medrano has done for other animations.[8][9]

Premise

The series follows the employees of I.M.P. (Immediate Murder Professionals), an assassination company in Hell, on their many different jobs.[10][11][12][13] The members of I.M.P. include Blitzo (the 'o' is silent), the boss of the venture, along with weapons specialist Moxxie, powerhouse Millie, and receptionist Hellhound Loona. With the help of an ancient book obtained from a Goetial demon of Hell, Stolas, they manage to make their work possible and together they attempt to keep their business afloat.

Characters

Episodes

Pilot (2019)

Season 1

Production and release

In June 2019, Medrano noted that she was working with Erica Lindbeck, Brock Baker, Brandon Rogers on a “new project,”[14] likely referring to _Helluva Boss_, which she mentioned in a tweet in late July.[15] In August, she posted illustrations of the main cast of characters.[16] The pilot was casted by voice actor Kellen Goff and voice directed by Medrano and Rick Zieff. The company Horseless Cowboy assisted Medrano with voice work during the first season, with Horvitz and Medrano voice directing.[17] According to Medrano, the influence on developing _Helluva Boss_ was to develop a backup project with the same “demons in Hell” formula and concept under her complete creative control in case anything should happen to delay or cancel _Hazbin Hotel_. Later, Lucas Bermudez of Screen Rant attributed the success of _Hazbin Hotel_ as the sole reason for _Helluva Boss_ being greenlit.[18]

On November 25, 2019, the pilot was released on Medrano's YouTube channel.[19] Medrano contributed her writing and animation skills for this episode. Writing production for more episodes began in December 2019[20] with 8 episodes ordered.[21] For these episodes, Sara “Sherval” Fisher" worked as an animator,[22] Sam Miller as a background designer,[23] and Eddie Mead as a cleanup artist.[24] In December 2019, Medrano reported that she and Rogers were writing episode plots for the upcoming season,[25] and were looking for storyboard artists.[26] Episode writing continued into January 2020.[27]

In October 2020, the first episode of season 1 was released on Halloween (October 31, 2020).[28] She also stated on October 7 that the season would be started in fall 2020 but not all the episodes would be dropped at once, with the first eight episodes serving as the beginning of a “much grander season.”[29] In addition, on October 31, Medrano stated that the “first self-made season of a cartoon has begun.”[30] This contrasted with news that the first season would be released in late 2021.[31] In the episode, Rogers and Horvitz return as Blitzo and Moxxie, and while Lindbeck returns as Loona, she is replaced by Vivian Nixon as the voice of Millie. Baker was replaced by Bryce Pinkham as Stolas. Guest stars of the episode include Jinkx Monsoon, Mara Wilson and Maxwell Atoms. Wilson voices a former human teacher at Puppies Junior School who committed murder-suicide after her husband had an affair with a mistress named Martha,[32] while Monsoon voices said mistress,[33] a wife who appears to be “happy and wholesome” on the surface, is actually homicidal (along with the rest of her family), while Atoms voices Ralphie,[34] the husband of Martha. Additionally, Medrano voiced a “random cashier lady.”[35] The same day, Jefferson Friedman released a single from the first episode entitled “Stolas Speaks”.[36] On November 15, the official Twitter account for the show stated that the second episode would be “comin' soon.”[37] Medrano has since shared several teasers for the upcoming episodes on her Instagram and Twitter.

Other media

“Oh Millie” music video

On February 14, 2020, a music video titled “Oh Millie” was released on YouTube,[38] centering around Moxxie and Millie's loving marriage and assassination work. It featured a song written by Parry Gripp, with vocals by the voice actor for Moxxie and previous voice actor for Millie, Richard Horvitz and Erica Lindbeck. In June 2020, Medrano stated her intent to feature more Black characters in _Helluva Boss_ and _Hazbin Hotel_ in a Tweet where she called on Black animators to share their work to her as a resumé to potentially be hired for work on the series in order to help “talented people in need of opportunities.”[39] A few months later, in August 2020, the recording for the first eight episodes of season 1 was completed.[40] The same month, Lucas Bermudez of ScreenRant predicted that more episodes of _Helluva Boss_ would be released to YouTube “as a web series” because of the COVID-19 pandemic, while also mentioning the news that _Hazbin Hotel_ had been picked up as a series by A24.[41]

Voice dubs

On September 16th, 2020, the French dub of the pilot was released on Medrano's YouTube channel.[42]

Reception

In December 2019, in an article about the current state of adult animation, _CBR_ animation critic Reuben Baron, stated that while the pilot episodes of _Hazbin Hotel_ and _Helluva Boss_ have garnered “some warranted criticism” because of their immature and edgy humor, they are still “clear labors of love from an animation standpoint.”[43] This contrasted with Tito W. James's assessment on Comicon.com that demons having access to a portal that goes to the human realm “adds a new dynamic and is ripe for narrative potential.”[44] Similarly, a reviewer for the Spanish site _Cafetoons_ praised the characters for being introduced in a “very appropriate way” while maintaining the black comedy, and catchy songs. Some even claim that the _Helluva Boss_ pilot was better than the _Hazbin Hotel_ pilot.[45] Other animators praised the show's first episode.[46][47]

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title: Helluva Boss

question: What is  Helluva Boss?

answer: It is an American adult animated musical black comedy web television series created by Vivienne “VivziePop” Medrano.

question: When was the pilot for "Helluva Boss" released?

answer: November 25, 2019

question: Summarize the plot.

answer: Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P.) is an assassination company in Hell run by boss Blitzo. The employees include weapons specialist Moxxie, powerhouse Millie, and receptionist Hellhound Loona. An ancient book obtained from a Goetial demon of Hell, Stolas, helps make their work possible.

question: Where was the pilot first released?

answer: It was released on Medrano's YouTube channel.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Helluva Boss is an American adult animated musical black comedy web television series created by Vivienne “VivziePop” Medrano. The story follows employees of Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P.), an assassination company in Hell run by Blitzo, the boss. Employees include weapons specialist Moxxie, powerhouse Millie, and receptionist Hellhound Loona.


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*The blade’s on her neck the blade’s on her neck the blade’s on her neck Jesus Christ –*

Ronnie had been watching the knife for the entirety of the three and a half seconds that it was on Ashley’s neck, but as per usual, he already had his surroundings practically memorized.  Not by choice.

He was six to seven paces away from his girlfriend, who was being held at knifepoint by her ex-boyfriend John.  Judging by the slurring of his words John was extraordinarily drunk but all the more dangerous for it.  The sidewalk block he was standing on was tilted slightly to the right.  There was an ’08 Dodge Neon parked across the street. Blue. But other than that they were alone.

A tear grew in Ashley’s right eye, bulbous and pure, and began to fall.

His gun, a 5-shot Smith and Wesson J-frame snubnose revolver had only four bullets in it, which would have ordinarily blown Ronnie’s mind if it weren’t for the current circumstances.  It was pointed directly at John’s left temple – one of the few spots on his face the cowardly bastard hadn’t hidden behind Ashley’s expanse of brown curly hair.

The tear started to move down Ashley’s cheek, but she remained silent.

*THE BLADE’S ON HER NECK HE’S TIGHTENING HIS GRIP HE’S DRUNK THE BLADE’S ON HER where the hell’s the fifth bullet –*

Ronnie squinted for a split second to gather his concentration.  Five more seconds passed.  “Let – let her go, John,” he warned.  The snubnose was steady but his voice betrayed his fear.  Immediately to Ronnie’s right was a sizable azalea bush – he and Ashley had been walking hand in hand *her left hand had that little scar on it* enjoying the fall air when John had leapt out of the bush *the knife was backwards in his hand he was so drunk* and grabbed Ashley.  He was standing under a streetlamp now, with Ashley *oh Christ oh Christ Ashley* in his brawny arms and the look in his eyes *ugly brown eyes like a pig* was desperate.  Too desperate.

“You hear me, you – you skinny fuck?” John was talking. How long had he been talking? “I’m gon’ kill ‘er, right here. Unless you give me what I – what I want.” *What the hell does he want? Stay focused!* “What – what do you want?” Ronnie demanded.  He’d do whatever it took to get Ashley *dear Jesus God Ashley* – “You haven’t figured it out yet? Huh huh…fuckin’ smartass.” John made some kind of noise that would be a laugh if the situation were in any way funny.  He knew John had hated him – he was a college dropout whose father was fortunate enough to be the head of the local teamster union and the degenerate chip on his shoulder seemed to be genetic.  Ronnie was in med school *and look at all the good it’s doing you now* and volunteered at a hospital in inner city Chicago. Hence the Smith and Wesson.

The tear on Ashley’s face had moved over her zygomatic bone.  Ronnie fixed himself on that one tear – all his thoughts were contained within that miniscule bead of light and it was the only thing that allowed him to gather himself enough through his fear to say:

“Just tell me and let her go. I’ll do whatever you want.”  *HE TILTED THE BLADE TOWARD HER CAROTID HE TILTED THE BLADE TILTED THE BLADE THE BLADE –* Ronnie closed his eyes and sighed deeply to himself.  Ashley’s green eyes were wide with terror *green like moss green like oak moss* and their gaze met for a second. “Use that piece of yers and blow your fuckin’ brains out. Here. Righ’ now,” John muttered.  Options immediately poured into Ronnie’s brain, dozens of them, overlapping and interlinking and pulling apart in a maelstrom of mental activity that would have incapacitated him had he not had a lifetime of practice – OCD was a hell of a condition to live with but there were certain advantages.

*Advantages. Like how you won her from the pig when you memorized her favorite songs and flowers and authors and remembered every word she said to you because it was like a songbird in a murder of crows.*

As it was, his head felt like it was going to explode but thank God for that tear – descending slower than he had thought possible over the soft curve of her cheek and bearing toward her chin.

Ashley reacted with a start and screamed, “NO! You motherfucker! Ronnie don’t you even think –“ then John muffled her with a hand that was good for little else than hauling cardboard boxes.  *Hairy.  Pudgy at the joints.  Early onset arthritis.  Not even callused.*  Her straining pushed the skin of her neck against the blade of the knife and a wire-thin line of blood appeared on her neck *three inches from the carotid three inches just three.*  “Ya know I’ll come back for her if ya don’t.  I’ll kill her, nice an’ slow, because if I CAN’T HAVE ‘ER NO ONE CAN! YOU HEAR?!” Ronnie focused the gun on his temple, ready to pull the trigger *just like he practiced exhale loosen wrist pull exhale loosen wrist pull* if John lost control of the knife.  He still didn’t have a clear shot *son of a bitch* because he couldn’t tell where Ashley’s head lay under her frazzled hair.

The tear had reached the side of her chin now, and was becoming increasingly subject to the forces of gravity.  It was seconds away from falling.

“How do I know you’re not lying? You’ll kill her after I do it won’t you?!” Ron screamed.  He was surprised to see tears appearing in John’s left eye now. “Ya don’t fuckin’ geddit do ya?” he blubbered.  “…Get what?” Ron ventured.  John’s sputtering only intensified then *stupid fucking animal* and thick, belligerent, fat tears begin falling from his bloodshot eyes.  *Remember how she cried when you sang that song to her outside her apartment? Easy Living by Billie Holiday and you thought you’d fucked it up so bad that you’d never be able to live with yourself but she smiled at you with her right canine showing and kissed you and the silence was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.*  “Ah’m still in love with her, an’ I may have fucked up too bad already but she deserves better’n YOU, you fuckin’ psycho.  I heard about you, goin’ around and pickin’ up sugar packets ‘n countin’ pigeons ‘n shit. She ain’t safe with you.” *There’s got to be a pattern that governs how many pigeons flock toge- FOR FUCK’S SAKE CONCENTRATE YOU USELESS SHIT USELESS SHIT USELESS SHIT FREAK*

The tear was beginning to bud now, forming the tiniest of rises on her perfect, flawless chin.

“Will you leave her alone? Forever?” Ron pleaded.  John grunted. “Yeh, so long as she does better. But if I hear hide or hair of you bein’ around, anywhere, ever…my boys’ll come knockin’ ‘n she’ll regret the day she’s born.  So STOP FUCKIN’ AROUND AN’ DROP THAT FUCKIN’ GUN!!!” he screamed, tilting the knife so the point aimed right for the center of Ashley’s neck. *THE CAROTID THE CAROTID ONE SLIP AND NO AMBULANCE WILL HELP ONE SLIP ONE TWITCH ONE SPASM ONE –*

The tear was suspended on her chin, just about to fall.  Time seemed to slow as he watched it draw away from Ashley’s face.  Her eyes screamed things he couldn't understand.

Ron lowered the gun. “Ya got three seconds before I ream ‘er like a stuck pig!” *Is he serious he won’t do it his muscles are tensing he’s completely serious* “ONE!” *can you shoot him if you move the gun he’ll kill her you still don’t have the shot probably not the first time this fuck’s had someone at gunpoint shoot him pull it shoot him exhale loose wrist pull* “TWO!” *he just drew blood again carotid carotid carotid you don’t have a belt or a tourniquet carotid you have no choice* “WAIT A SEC” John yelled, surprising everyone. His lopsided mouth hung open as he processed his thought.  “Yer a doctor. Shoot right where you love her, wherever that is in yer brain. Blow it clean out of yer head.” John grinned, and from behind Ashley’s hair Ron could see his molars showing.

The tear, at that moment, separated from Ashley’s chin and began to fall.  Ron chose the caudate nucleus, an area often associated with reward and memory functions and turned his eyes to Ashley’s. Beautiful. *Moss green. Moss that grows on oak trees in September green.*

“I love you. And always will.” A tear of his own joined Ashley's on the uneven sidewalk. “Two ‘n a half, ya fuckin’ freak.” John spat.  *At least you know you won’t miss.* The perverse knowledge somehow gave Ron a minute amount of solace – finally, after an entire life of pain, struggle, and ridicule he was completely in control in this moment.  He exhaled. He loosened his wrist. And as he pulled the trigger:

*I never regret the years I’m giving,*
*They’re easy to give when you’re in love,*
*I’m happy to do whatever I do for you*

*It’s easy to live when you’re in love*

title: Bullseye - (A Return After Gettin' Thumbs)

question: What does the text say about what John wants?

answer: John held his ex-girlfriend Ashley at knifepoint in front of Ron, her current boyfriend. John felt bitter that Ashley left him for Ron, saying that if he couldn't have Ashley, no one would. John wanted Ron to kill himself in exchange for Ashley's life.

question: What does the text say about Ron's love for Ashley?

answer: Ron would do anything for Ashley, even though it meant ending his life, and that was exactly what he did to save her from John, who held her at knifepoint. Ron pulled the trigger to his head, following John's order, hoping that John would keep his word to leave Ashley alone if he did so.

question: What does the text say about Ron's OCD?

answer: Because of Ron's OCD, he remembered all of Ashley's favorites, which made her fall for him. Ron's OCD also caused him to do useless things like observing the pattern governing pigeons flocking together and picking up sugar packets. When Ashley was held at knifepoint by her ex-boyfriend John, Ron was momentarily distracted by the thought that his gun only had four bullets instead of five.

question: What does the text say about Ron's gun?

answer: Ron had a 5-shot Smith and Wesson J-frame snubnose revolver with only four bullets. He needed one because he was in med school and volunteered at a hospital in Chicago's inner city. He used it to shoot himself in the head to save Ashley, whom he loved, from her ex-boyfriend John.

question: What does the text say about John shooting Ron in the head?


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(CNN)A judge has decided that a Texas children's hospital can remove an 11-month-old with a rare heart defect off life support despite her family's wishes.

For several months, the family of Tinslee Lewis has been fighting to continue her treatment at the Cook Children's Medical Center in Fort Worth, Texas after the facility planned to end care.

Tinslee was born with a rare heart defect called Ebstein's anomaly and suffers from chronic lung disease and severe chronic pulmonary hypertension. The hospital planned to remove her from life-support after her physicians said she is suffering and her condition is irreversible, Cook Children's Health Care System spokeswoman Winifred King had said in a statement.

[Judge extends order that a hospital must keep 10-month-old on life-support, reports say]

On Thursday, Judge Sandee B. Marion of the Texas Fourth Court of Appeals denied a temporary injunction filed by Tinslee's family in an effort to keep her on life support for several weeks.

Kim Brown, a hospital spokeswoman, told CNN the hospital won't take any action for up to seven days to give the family time to decide on whether to appeal the judge's ruling.

"Today's decision from Chief Justice Sandee B. Marion restores the ability of the Cook Children's medical staff to make the most compassionate and medically appropriate decisions for Tinslee as she struggles in pain to survive each day," the hospital said in a statement on Thursday. "This is an emotional and difficult situation for everyone involved, especially for this family who had high hopes that Tinslee would get better."

Trinity Lewis, Tinslee's mother, issued a statement through Texas Right to Life, an anti-abortion group, in response to the judge's ruling.

"I am heartbroken over today's decision because the judge basically said Tinslee's life is NOT worth living. I feel frustrated because anyone in that courtroom would want more time just like I do if Tinslee were their baby. I hope that we can keep fighting through an appeal to protect Tinslee. She deserves the right to live. Please keep praying for Tinslee and thank you for supporting us during this difficult time."

Texas Governor Greg Abbott and Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton said they will continue supporting the family as they exhaust "all legal options to ensure that Tinslee is given every chance at life."

"The Attorney General's office will be supporting an appeal of this case to the Second Court of Appeals. The State of Texas is fully prepared to continue its support of Ms. Lewis in the Supreme Court if necessary. We are working diligently to do all we can to ensure that Tinslee and her family are provided the care and support that they seek," Abbott and Paxton said in a joint statement.

'She is in pain every single day,' hospital says

Judge Marion previously granted Tinslee's family a temporary restraining order against the hospital in November and extended the order last month.

Marion found that there was a reasonable expectation that the family could find a physician to take over her treatment and extended the temporary restraining order that would continue her care at the hospital, CNN affiliate KTVT reported.

Cook Children's has reached out to nearly 20 facilities from Los Angeles to Philadelphia to see if another hospital would take over the infant's care. But they all agreed with Cook Children's assessment of her condition and said there was nothing more they could do, said King, the hospital spokeswoman.

"Tinslee is suffering and she is in pain every single day. We know that this is very difficult for this family who had high hopes that she would get better. But the truth is that she is not going to get better," King told reporters on Thursday.

The baby girl consistently takes painkillers and sedatives, and she is paralyzed at all times. The hospital had said doctors had to sedate and paralyze the infant to keep her from pulling at the lines connected to her ventilator.

She is suffering from severe sepsis and appears that she's in pain when nurses change her diapers and turn her over to avoid bed sores, King said.

"All the things we have to do to keep her alive and keep her well is causing her pain and causing her suffering and we don't want to do that any longer. We want to ease her pain. We believe that we can do that if we allow her to naturally and peacefully transition," King said.

CNN's Madeline Holcombe contributed to this report.

question: Why does the hospital want to switch off the baby's life support?

answer: Tinslee was born with a rare heart defect called Ebstein's anomaly and suffers from chronic lung disease and severe chronic pulmonary hypertension. The hospital planned to remove her from life-support after her physicians said she is suffering and her condition is irreversible. The baby girl consistently takes painkillers and sedatives, and she is paralyzed at all times.

question: What was the outcome of the court case?

answer: The court decided that a Texas children's hospital can remove an 11-month-old with a rare heart defect from life support despite her family's wishes. The hospital won't take any action for up to seven days to give the family time to decide on whether to appeal the judge's ruling.


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“Look, doctor. I swear it’s gotten bigger.”

Juliana stared at the large spot the size of a dime on the little girl’s back. It was a brownish-black color and seemed to pulse angrily. “I’ll need to take a sample and send it to the lab to be checked.”

“Do you think it’s-” The mother stopped and looked at her pleadingly.

“We can’t be sure if it’s benign or malignant until they’ve tested it,” Juliana informed her, hating that she could not ease this young mother’s fear.

“Oh, okay, doctor.” The woman averted her eyes from Juliana and helped her daughter get dressed. “Say thank you, dear.”

The girl turned her innocent gaze to Juliana. “Thank you.” And she felt her insides twist.

“I’ll see you later.” Juliana waved until she couldn’t see the pair before collapsing onto the nearest stool. Even though she hadn’t sent the sample, she already had a feeling what the results would be.
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“I can’t go in there,” she gasped, clutching Jun’s arm. “Don’t make me. Please don’t.”

“Hey. Hey, it’s going to be all right.” He rubbed her shoulders soothingly and cupped her cheek in his warm hand. She was ice cold. “You can do this. You’ve trained for this. You must help them.”

“I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to see their faces when I tell them…”

“Then who will?” Jun’s eyes were hard. “Who is capable enough to give them the correct information? This is your job, Juliana.”

Unable to meet his eyes, she nodded once and stepped into the room where the mother and her young daughter waited. She held the clipboard like a shield. Right when she passed the doorway and saw the girl sitting quietly on the padded examination table, something in her switched off, leaving her cold and hollow. Juliana pasted a fake smile on her face and after the initial greetings and pleasantries, she drew the mom outside and showed her the words on the clipboard.

“Oh my God,” the woman gasped, tears coming to her eyes. She covered her mouth to muffle her sobs. “Oh my God, please no. Not my baby. Please, doctor.”

Juliana only stood quietly, watching the woman sink to the floor.

“Can I get someone-” she didn’t even have to finish before several nurses led the devastated woman away, their soothing murmurs growing fainter as they left. Juliana roughly pushed her hair back and dragged herself back to her office where Jun waited.

He didn’t say anything as she collapsed into his arms, body shaking with dry sobs because she had no tears left, and just stroked her hair softly.

“It doesn’t get easier,” she whispered hoarsely. “It never gets easier.”

title: [RF] On being an oncologist (cancer doctor)

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Juliana is an oncologist who is having a difficult time breaking uncertain or bad news to her patients. After telling a little girl and her mother they won't know if the girl's dark spot is malignant or benign until they send a sample for a biopsy, Juliana heads back to her office and breaks down. Jun is there, stroking her head wordlessly. Juliana says out loud that it never gets easier.


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WINCHMORE HILL is an affluent[1] suburb and electoral ward[2] in the Borough of Enfield, North London, in the N21 postal district. With the Winchmore Hill conservation area as a focal point, the district is bounded on the east by Green Lanes (the A105 road), Barrowell Green, Firs Lane and Fords Grove, and on the north-west by Grovelands Park; in the south it extends to part of Aldermans Hill, and in the north to Vicars Moor Lane and Houndsden Road. Winchmore Hill is 8.9 miles (14.3 km) north north-east of Charing Cross.

History

Once a small hamlet in the parish of Edmonton, Winchmore Hill borders Palmers Green, Southgate, Edmonton, and Grange Park.

Prior to the Roman invasion, Hertfordshire, Essex and Middlesex were occupied by the Catuvellauni tribe. It is believed that this tribe built a hill fort on the mound now occupied by Bush Hill Park Golf Club.

The earliest recorded mention of Winchmore Hill is in a deed dated A.D. 1319 in which it is spelt Wynsemerhull. In Old English, 'merhull' translates according to the _Concise Oxford Dictionary of English Place Names_ as 'boundary hill'. It might be speculated that the overall title could mean 'Wynsige's boundary hill'. By 1395 the name had been altered to Wynsmerhull and by 1565 the village was known as Wynsmorehyll, becoming Winchmore Hill by the time it was mentioned in state papers in 1586.

There are many buildings of historical note in Winchmore Hill. The first religious building recorded is the Quaker Meeting House, 1688, rebuilt in 1790. Among those buried here are Luke Howard, the father of modern meteorology, Alice Hum, founder of Palmers Green High School for Girls, and members of the Hoare and Barclay banking families. Samuel Hoare played a prominent role in the campaign against the slave trade.

St Paul's Church was built as a Waterloo church on land donated from the Grovelands estate. The church ceiling was said to be the largest unsupported expanse of plasterwork in Europe until its renovation in the 1960s introduced concealed supports. The original wooden clapboard St Paul's School building can be seen a little further down Church Hill. The remains of the second, brick-and-stone school building are evident in the walls of the church car park. The current 1960s building is on Ringwood Way, off Station Road. Other historical buildings may be seen on Wades Hill, leading north from The Green. On the right, just beyond the shops, are some wooden clapboard cottages; beyond these on the left is a tall five-storey residential building dating back to 1710. This is in the style of the Georgian town houses of London's West End, but stands alone. It once had a partner house to its right, which was demolished by its owners, Keble School (in the days before such buildings were 'listed').

The oldest pub in the district was probably the Green Dragon – on Green Lanes. It is reputed to have opened in 1726 on the junction of Green Lanes and Green Dragon Lane. The Victoria County History reveals that by 1752 The Green Dragon was established, although not in its present form. At that time, highwaymen were hanged near to where they were caught, and it is said that one was caught and executed on a gallows erected by the Green Dragon's front entrance. These gallows were not pulled down for a number of years, which might have prompted the owner to move the pub to its current location at the bottom of Vicars Moor Lane near the end of the eighteenth century. The original Green Dragon was pulled down in 1892 and the new one was extensively remodelled in 1935. It was closed as a public house in 2015 although the building remains as a supermarket. In 2017, a micropub called the Little Green Dragon was opened near to the site of the original eighteenth century Green Dragon at the end of Green Dragon Lane.

The Woodman pub near the end of Broad Walk is reported to have been built in 1727, although there is also evidence to suggest that it dates from 1820. Before the building obtained a pub licence in 1868, it was a private residence.

Woodside House and Rowantree House on The Green at the end of Broad Walk were built in 1750 and of painted brick.

Numerous local buildings that were constructed between 1770 and 1839 remain today. Near the Dog and Duck on Hoppers Road are some old terraced houses built around 1770. Number 106A Vicars Moor Lane is a distinctive private residence that retains the façade of a chapel. To the east on the same road are a number of residences that were probably built around the late eighteenth or early nineteenth century. [The station c.1875.] In 1865 the Great Northern Railway obtained permission to build a new line to run from Wood Green to Hertford through Palmers Green and Enfield. However, in 1869 financial constraints forced the company to consider Enfield as the northern terminus. Palmers Green and Winchmore Hill were to be the intervening rural stations. The intention was to finish the line to Enfield by 1870, but the terrain was more troublesome than expected and five men met their death while laying the track. The branch opened on All-Fools Day in 1871 and the first passenger train came through Winchmore Hill, creating a new suburb of London. At first only 16 trains a day left Enfield, mostly for Moorgate.

An electric tramway along Green Lanes from Palmers Green was developed in 1907, helping to further develop the area. The tramway is now long gone, but the wide road remains and the 329 bus (formerly the 29, and before that the 123) follows the tram route from Enfield to Turnpike Lane.

The Capitol Cinema, designed in the Art Deco style by Robert Cromie, was opened on 29 December 1929 in Green Lanes, on a site now occupied by the office block Capitol House (demolished by August 2019). Briefly run by Lou Morris, the cinema was taken over in December 1930 by ABC Cinemas, which ran it until its closure on 5 December 1959. It was demolished the following year.

Winchmore Hill today

At the heart of the area is Winchmore Hill Green, a village green surrounded by shops and restaurants. Winchmore Hill also has its very own “millionaire's row”, Broad Walk, that has been home to the rich and famous. Of particular note in Winchmore Hill is Grovelands Park, which was originally a private estate before being partly sold off to the council in 1913. The part remaining in private hands now contains the Priory Clinic, which hosted General Pinochet while he was in the UK awaiting charges from the Spanish government.

Winchmore Hill Sports Club provides the local area with cricket, football, tennis, hockey and table tennis facilities and teams.

Winchmore Hill is located in the Parliamentary constituency of Enfield Southgate.

Demography

At the 2001 census, Winchmore Hill had 12,225 residents in 4,976 households. 80% of residences were owned by their occupiers. The population was in general rather older than in the rest of Enfield – 38.3% being 45 or over, compared with 35.3% for the borough as a whole.

At the 2011 census, 76% of the ward's population of 13,403 was white (54% British, 18% Other, 4% Irish). The area is also covered by the Bush Hill Park ward which had a population of 13,923. In 2011, the ward was 74.3% White (53.1% British, 16.8% Other White and 3.2% Irish)[3]

In the arts

-   Argentinian-born composer Juan María Solare wrote in 2001 a piano piece called _Winchmore Hill_, dedicated to James MacAonghus (who lives in the district); it was premiered by Dorota Niziol in Stuttgart on 28 September 2002, with a choreography by Diana-Maria Sagvosdkina (Studio für BewegungsChiffren) within the frame of the Kulturmarkt Stuttgart.[4]

Notable residents

-   Emma Bunton, singer.[5]
-   James Caan (entrepreneur).[6]
-   Alfredo Campoli, violinist, lived at 48, Eversley Park Road.[7]
-   Thomas Carte, historian.[8]
-   Alan Dumayne, local historian.
-   Thomas Hood, poet.[9]
-   Frank Ifield, singer.[10]
-   Myleene Klass, singer.[11]
-   Norris and Ross McWhirter, born in Winchmore Hill.[12]
-   Keith Moon, drummer.[13]
-   Louise Redknapp, singer.[14]
-   Leslie Smith (businessman).[15]
-   Rod Stewart, singer.[16]
-   Roy Strong, art historian.[17]
-   Melanie Sykes, presenter.[18]
-   Sharon Turner, historian.[19]
-   Paul Young, singer.[20]
-   Clem Cattini, drummer.

Schools

Primary

-   St. Paul's School
-   Grange Park Primary School
-   Highfield Primary School
-   Eversley Primary School
-   Keble Preparatory School (Private)

Secondary

-   Highlands School
-   Winchmore School
-   Ashmole Academy 1

Independent

-   Palmers Green High School
-   Grange Park Preparatory School
-   Keble Preparatory School

Transport

Railway

Govia Thameslink Railway provide services on the electrified railway line that runs from Hertford North through Winchmore Hill station into London. This line connects further south to the tube system at Finsbury Park, Highbury and Islington, Old Street and Moorgate, where it terminates. The nearest London Underground station is at Southgate, which is on the Piccadilly line.

Buses

Bus routes which serve Winchmore Hill: London Buses routes 125, 329, W8, W9, and night route N29.

Nearby places

-   Southgate
-   Grange Park
-   Palmers Green
-   Enfield Chase
-   Cockfosters
-   Edmonton
-   Oakwood
-   Enfield Town
-   Bush Hill Park

Bibliography

-   _The Cresswells of Winchmore Hill,_ Peter Hodge.
-   _A History of Winchmore Hill,_ S. Delvin.
-   _Winchmore Hill: Memories of a Lost Village,_ Henrietta Cresswell.
-   _Memories of Winchmore Hill,_ Horace G Regnart.
-   _Fond Memories of Winchmore Hill_, Alan Dumayne, 1990.
-   _A Look at Old Winchmore Hill,_ Stuart Devlin.
-   _Southgate and Winchmore Hill: A Short History,_ David Pam.
-   _Dr Cresswell's Winchmore Hill,_ published by the London Borough of Enfield Libraries.
-   _The Story of Southgate and Winchmore Hill,_ Walker Round, Wynchgate Press (1906).

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[2] https://new.enfield.gov.uk/services/your-council/borough-and-wards-profiles/about-enfield-information-winchmore-hill.pdf

[3] http://www.ukcensusdata.com/enfield-e09000010#sthash.3oCAZRKj.dpbs

[4] _Winchmore Hill_. Retrieved 12 September 2010.

[5] https://www.palmersgreenn13.com/people/music/

[6] https://www.thejc.com/property/property-features/is-this-the-new-bishops-avenue-1.9470

[7] Tunley, David. _The Bel Canto Violin: The Life and Times of Alfredo Campoli 1906-1991,_ Routledge, 2018

[8] Mason, Tom. _The Story of Southgate._ Meyers Brooks, 1947

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[10] https://www.independent.co.uk/property/house-and-home/more-for-your-money-winchmore-hill-n21-519341.html

[11] https://www.ratedpeople.com/blog/the-x-factor-home-revealed

[12] https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/1459811/Norris-McWhirter.html

[13] Blake, Mark. _Pretend You're In A War: The Who and the Sixties,_ Aurum Press, 2014

[14] https://www.independent.co.uk/property/house-and-home/more-for-your-money-winchmore-hill-n21-519341.html

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[17] https://www.the-tls.co.uk/articles/a-few-dolours-more/

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[20] https://www.standard.co.uk/showbiz/paul-young-ive-lost-everything-but-im-not-bitter-6814125.html

title: Winchmore Hill

question: Summarize everything related to death.

answer: Luke Howard, Alice Hum, and members of the Hoare and Barclay banking families are buried at the Quaker Meeting House. In the 1700s, highwaymen were hanged near to where they were caught, and allegedly one was executed on gallows erected by the Green Dragon's front entrance. While laying the railway track for the line to Enfield, five men met their death.

question: What does the article say about music?

answer: Juan María Solare, an Argentinian-born composer, wrote a piano piece called Winchmore Hill in 2001 dedicated to James MacAonghus. Various famous singers and musicians are among the residents of Winchmore Hill, including Emma Bunton, Alfredo Campoli, Frank Ifield, Myleene Klass, Keith Moon, Louise Redknapp, Rod Stewart, Paul Young, and Clem Cattini.

question: Summarieze the events of the 1200s.


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[The Faroese starling] [The white-speckled raven, a colour variation of the Faroese subspecies (_Corvus corax varius_), was unique to the Faroe Islands. The last one was seen in 1949.]

The FAUNA OF THE FAROE ISLANDS is characterized by the islands' remote location in the North Atlantic Ocean. There are few terrestrial species, but relatively many breeding seabirds and marine animals. Some subspecies and breeds are endemic. All land mammals were introduced by humans.

Birds

The bird fauna of the Faroes is dominated by seabirds and birds attracted to open land like heather, probably due to the lack of woodland and other suited habitats. There are special Faroese races of eider, starling, wren, guillemot, and black guillemot.[1] Puffins (_Fratercula arctica_), razorbills (_Alca torda_), and guillemots (_Uria aalge_), are very common seabirds in Faroe. Gannets (_Sula sula_) are common around the islands, but only breed on Mykines. Black guillemots (_Cepphus grylle_), eiders (_Somateria mollissima_) and shag (_Phalacrocorax aristotelis_) are common around the coast and the fulmars (_Fulmarus glacialis_) which immigrated to the islands in the 19th century have a steadily growing population. There are six species of seagulls (_Larus_) and the storm petrel (_Hydrobates pelagicus_) colony on Nólsoy is the largest in the world.

Inland birds are fewer in numbers. Oystercatcher (_Haematopus ostralegus_) (the national bird), whimbrel (_Numenius phaeopus_), common snipe (_Gallinago gallinago_) and Arctic tern (_Sterna paradisea_) are common on the heather hills. The Faroese starling (_Sturnus vulgaris_ ssp. _faroeensis_) is the biggest starling in the world, and is very common in and around human habitation together with house sparrow (_Passer domesticus_). In later years starlings they have been joined by blackbirds (_Turdus merula_), which are growing very fast in numbers. Hooded crows (_Corvus cornix_) and the Faroese-Icelandic subspecies of raven (_Corvus corax varius_) are also very common around human habitation. Until the 19th century a special coloured raven, the pied raven was common on the islands. This was not a special race, but a colour variation of the Faroese-Icelandic subspecies. In the same nest, three youngsters could be black while one could be white-speckled. This colour variation was unique to the Faroe Islands, and maybe because of this, the demand from foreign collectors was big for these ravens. This might be a reason why it became extinct; the last white-speckled raven was seen on Nólsoy in 1949.

Land mammals

[Faroese mountain hare (_Lepus timidus_)]

The land mammals of Faroe have all been introduced, accidentally or deliberately by people. Although nine species of wild land mammal have been reported on the Faroe Islands, only three have survived and are thriving on the islands today: mountain hare (_Lepus timidus_), brown rat (_Rattus norvegicus_) and the house mouse (_Mus domesticus_).

Mountain hares were introduced from Kragerø in Norway in 1854. The first years, some of the hares developed a white coat in winter, like their ancestors from Norway, but after a few decades, due to the oceanic climate with its lack of snow cover, the Faroese hares had adopted common traits with the Irish hares (_Lepus timidus hibernicus_) staying brown most of the year and turning grey in winter. Hares are present on all but three of the smaller islands, Koltur, Stóra Dímun and Lítla Dímun.

The Faroese house mouse was probably introduced accidentally from Britain by the Irish monks as early as the 6th century. It is the Western European house mouse (_Mus domesticus_) but has earlier been labelled as _Mus musculus_. This naming has also been used to name the subspecies which has evolved in the isolated island populations. The Nólsoy house mouse is a subspecies called (_Mus musculus faroeensis_) and the Mykines house mouse is also a subspecies called (_Mus musculus mykinessiensis_). However, a recent study,[2] based on DNA-analyses, has shown that mice on the most remote islands (Hesti, Fugloy, Mykines and Nólsoy) are characterized as _M. m. domesticus_, whereas the mice on the better connected islands (Sandoy and in Torshavn) are mixed and have both _M. m. musculus_ and _M. m. domesticus_ genetic elements. Furthermore, the investigation indicated that the majority of the mice have their origins in south-western Norway, in agreement with human historical data, while the mice on the island of Sandoy may have arrived from the British Isles or from Denmark. The _M. m. musculus_ genetic component appears to derive from recent immigrant mice from Denmark. The wood mouse or field mouse (_Apodemus sylvaticus_) was recorded on the Faroe Islands in the 17th century, but has not been recorded since. These recordings might have been mistaken. The house mouse is present on the islands Mykines, Streymoy, Fugloy, Hestur, Nólsoy and Sandoy. From time to time they have been located on Eysturoy, but they have never managed to establish themselves there due to the presence of the brown rat.

When the black rat (_Rattus rattus)_ first came to the Faroes is unclear, but it is given the blame for having spread the plague, the Black death in 1349, since then there have been several reports of the rat going extinct in part or in whole across the archipelago, only to return at later dates.[3] The reasons for its many disappearances vary, from legends about the use of magic to environmental reasons and disease. It has since been exterminated by the more aggressive brown rat.

The brown rat (_Rattus norvegicus_) is common in and around human habitations as well as in the outfield, doing big damage in bird colonies. It reached the Faroe Islands on the Norwegian ship _Kongen af Preussen,_ which wrecked on the Scottish Isle of Lewis. The wreck drifted to Hvalba in Suðuroy in May 1768; in 1769, the rat had already established itself in Tórshavn.[4] The brown rat replaced the former black rat (_Rattus rattus_) which was common in human habitation in Faroe before. It has spread to the islands Suðuroy (1768), Streymoy (1769), Eysturoy (1776), Vágar (1779),[5] Kunoy (1914).[6], Borðoy (apx. 1900), and Viðoy (betw. 1904-1910). A recent genomic analyses reveal three independent introductions of the invasive brown rat to the Faroe Islands.[7]

Rabbits (_Oryctolagus cuniculus_) were introduced to Suðuroy in the beginning of the 20th century. They soon spread throughout the island, but after a few years, they were exterminated. Rabbits also established colonies in the extreme south of Eysturoy (Eystnes) in the 1960s and 1970s, but they were also exterminated. In 2006 there were reports of rabbits establishing colonies on Streymoy they have since been exterminated. Every now and then escaped pets get into the mountains, but they are usually hunted down and shot shortly after being sighted, preventing further colonies from being established.

American mink (_Mustela vison_) have escaped from farms on several occasions, but were caught or shot most of the time, and never managed to establish a stock in the wild. Arctic foxes (_Alopex lagopus_) also escaped from farms now and then in the first half of the 20th century. These were individuals who survived for months in the wild until they were found and shot. Without mates they were unable to multiply.

In the beginning of the 20th century, a few hedgehogs (_Erinaceus europaeus_) were introduced to Tórshavn, but too few in numbers to establish a population.

Bats are infrequent guests to Faroe, and usually die soon after arrival.

Apart from the local domestic sheep breed called Faroes, the Lítla Dímun sheep, a variety of feral sheep survived on Little Dímun until the mid-19th century.[8] There is also a local breed of horse, the Faroe pony.

From time to time, domestic cats escape into the mountains and go feral. These are usually hunted down as fast as possible, as they do heavy damage to native bird life and the introduced hare population.

Marine mammals

[A grey seal (_Halichoerus grypus_), on the beach in Sandvík 2004.] Grey seals (_Halichoerus grypus_) are very common around the Faroese shores. Harbor seals were breeding in the Faroes until the mid-1800s; they are now an infrequent visitor, with the occasional pup or young seal spotted, indicating that breeding might start again on the islands at some point.

Several species of whales live in the waters around the Faroe Islands. Best known are the long-finned pilot whales (_Globicephala melas_), but the more exotic killer whales (_Orcinus orca_) sometimes visit the Faroese fjords as well.

Harbor porpoises are the most frequently sighted cetacea. They frequent the islands year round, though it seems to be in larger numbers around the northern islands than the rest of the country.

Blue whales can sometimes appear during the months of late April to June, and be seen migrating north through Hestfjørð and Vestmannasund on the southwest side of Streymoy (if the weather cooperates).

Bottlenose whales have a very strict migrating route, which goes south over the northern part of Suðuroy in August–September, and there are few years where no whales beach themselves on either of the two beaches at the northernmost villages of Hvalba and Sandvík.

Amphibians

Naturally, there were no amphibians in the Faroe Islands. But recently frogs (_Rana temporaria_) have been introduced to Faroe, and are breeding successfully on Nólsoy.

A young toad (_Bufo bufo_) hibernating on Eysturoy was recorded in 2006; most likely a lost pet.

Insects and other invertebrates

[Faroese grass rivulet (_Perizoma albulata_)]

Flies, moths, spiders, beetles, slugs, snails, earthworms and other small invertebrates are part of the indigenous fauna of the Faroe Islands.

More recent introductions are the New Zealand flatworm, the Spanish slug, and the common wasp which all have become part of the natural fauna.

Cockroaches, black garden ants, pharaoh ants and burgundy snails have also been found, but it is not clear if they have become part of the established fauna.

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title: Fauna of the Faroe Islands

question: Which species of wildlife went extinct on the Faroe Islands?

answer: The white-speckled raven, endemic to the islands, went extinct in 1949. Out of the nine land mammals introduced to the Faroe Islands, only three survived. The six that went extinct are the wood mouse, the black rat, rabbits, American mink, Arctic foxes, and hedgehogs. The domestic cats that escape are hunted with haste since they can do heavy damage to the local bird and hare populations. The escapee rabbits are also hunted as well as a few cases of American minks and arctic foxes who ran away but couldn't replicate due to lack of mates.

question: What does the text say about wildlife preservation societies?


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_We didn’t see this year coming, but we heard it from all sides. In Signal & Noise 2016, you’ll find the way we made sense out of all of that sound._

There is an Impact-font meme that's been floating through social media for years, reading “IF BRITNEY CAN MAKE IT THROUGH 2007 I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH TODAY.” The picture shows Britney Spears post head-shaving, gray hoodie zipped up, eyes wild with rage, as she prepares to strike a tabloid photographer’s car with an umbrella. Spears's public struggle with mental health was painful to watch, in part because we had no idea how it would end. We feared the worst. Almost a decade later, though, Britney is a high-functioning star with a highly successful Las Vegas residency that was just extended through 2019. Her breakdown can now be viewed as a harbinger; she was the canary in the TMZ coal mine. Her public breakdown paralleled the collapse of the boundaries of stardom as we knew them, effectively signaling the dawn of the era of surveillance mega-fame.

Britney was one of the last true stars of the pre-social media age, an idol whose perfect image was sustained by distance — her place on the pedestal kept her inherent human flaws from our view. She led all of us over the threshold into the brave new world of celebrity, where stars’ daily mundane exploits are just as integral to stardom as crafted performances, if not more so. These days, even those who willingly offer up their lives as a commodity for fan consumption usually end up questioning whether they’ve made a deal with the devil.

Justin Bieber, who has made no secret of his love-hate relationship with fame, spelled it out when he recently said, “Instagram is for the devil. I think hell is Instagram. I’m, like, 90 percent sure. We get sent to hell, we get locked in the Instagram server. Like, I’m stuck in the DMs.” The hell he refers to is the hell of being constantly on display, of living camera-ready; of a real life suspended for every-moment Snapchat representation of both mundanity and the unreal. Bieber isn't the only one who feels bled dry from giving so much of himself away. Lady Gaga, in a recent interview with _CBS Sunday Morning_, said, “I'm very acutely aware that once I cross that property line, I'm not free anymore. As soon as I go out into the world, I belong, in a way, to everyone else.” Gaga, like others who invent stage personas to keep their worlds separate, has found that the two worlds inevitably bleed into each other. This year, the internet permeated into “real life” to what feels like an unprecedented degree, culminating in the election of a Twitter troll for president.

Britney was one of the first stars to encounter this new era, where social-media-driven news cycles, gossip sites, and paparazzi help drive a sense of public entitlement to stars' private moments. TMZ routined stalked Spears on errands to the grocery store and made a profit on the realms of her image she could not control. While tabloid photos have become a less profitable industry since their early-2000s boom era, owing in part to the downswing of print magazine sales, there is still a hunger from the public for seemingly candid shots of celebrities. "It's legal to follow me," Gaga has said. "It’s legal to stalk me at the beach. And I can't call the police, or ask them to leave. And I took a long, hard look at that property line, and I said, 'Well, if I can't be free out there, I can be free in here.'" Gaga, like Britney, has accepted that staying inside her home may be the only way she can be free from media surveillance.

While it was clearly never the intention, the events of 2006 and 2007 established a new version of Britney. What she really wanted was, apparently, to move to the Valley, to have free time to chill, and to hit the Starbucks. She sought the only thing she couldn’t possibly have as things stood then: to stop being “Britney Spears.” Ultimately, she established a new story line for pop stardom, one where modern-era fame is permeable, where neither the ends nor the means are necessarily justified.

In 2016, nearly 20 years after signing her first record deal, Britney rightfully remains one-name famous, even if she doesn’t chart like she once did. Though her album from earlier this year was hyped as a return to form, just as her last few have been rumored to be, what we hear and see is a reconciled Britney. She is gleaming, familiar, glamorous, edged with darkness and an inescapable backstory that forever posits “Is she OK now?” as the starting point in our consideration of her. The 2016 Britney is not a return to her original pre-umbrella-incident form, so much as it's an acceptance of two Britneys — a simulacrum of the perfect memory and the imperfect one. The two simultaneously truthful realities of Britney are a stand-in for pop itself: We love the fake and we love the real, and ever since Britney shaved her head, the polarity between the two has softened into coexistence.

Britney's finely crafted star persona was so larger-than-life that it’s easy to forget that we have lived with the altered, imperfect Britney longer than we had the idealized, faultless Britney. The Britney who went out in public during the mid-to-late 2000s in sweatpants and a piecey weave was a rebuke against the idea that stars owe it to us to never get caught looking less than perfect. All those shots of Britney smoking in parking lots, wearing no makeup or with it streaming down her face, should have tarnished her “Hit Me Baby (One More Time)” star. Instead, they just reminded us of something we already knew: that nobody, no matter how rich or groomed, looks great at every second. Watching the Kardashians struggle to control their image to a point where they never get caught from a bad angle or making a weird face feels frustrating because it’s impossible. Kylie Jenner, in particular, has become the ultimate avatar for the idea of being constantly on-camera, and on the reality show she’s been conscripted into, she openly says she’s not sure she’s cut out for it. Kim Kardashian, the star most who most willingly chose a life of camera opps and never-ending surveillance, has suffered for that choice this year. Both Beyoncé and Donald Trump have asked for unflattering photos to be taken down from the internet, showing a fundamental misunderstanding of how images work now.

What Britney has taught us is that it’s OK to reject this reality. Her story suggests that maybe the instant serotonin rush of likes on selfies costs something intangible. When stars who came up before social media try to become social media stars, it often feels odd. (Watching Madonna — Britney's clearest progenitor and the artist who essentially invented pop self-portraiture as a brand — try to master the new world of airbrushing apps and constant mundane documentation, for instance, is inescapably awkward.) Britney, with her much more carefully controlled stream of goofy videos and copy-pasted memes, seems comfortable. Her social media presence is a secret garden protecting Britney, the human being inside. She gives just enough of herself — a Vegas show, the occasional public appearance — to maintain stardom. There is no air of desperation; it feels like she could take it or leave it.

This year, Britney mounted a substantial comeback with _Glory_, an album whose lead single, “Make Me,” was intended to serve as penance for the non-iconic lead singles from her past few albums. _Glory_ is the best Britney album in years, and she’s already reportedly back in the studio recording another. The “Make Me” video was a debacle, with director David LaChapelle rumored to have pushed Britney past her limits of comfort to deliver a heavily sexualized video. A second video was eventually released for “Make Me,” giving the song a modest chart boost, but any real promotional steam had been lost by then. It didn't really matter, though, because Britney, the brand, doesn’t need new hits to sustain her stardom. She’s somewhere between a current star and a nostalgia act, in the territory where she is simply an unquestionable legend.

I am fine with whatever Britney wants to give us in 2016. As the meme reminds us, there is an easily imagined alternate timeline where she did not survive 2007. And of course pop stars rarely make it into their thirties with the same careers they had in their teens or twenties, Madonna and Beyoncé being two notable exceptions. We can take comfort in today’s Britney. Just as she was once a girl who presented as a woman, she is now a woman who seems very in touch with her inner little girl. Her Instagram is an awestruck stream of reposts of things like flowers, idealized images of childhood female friendships, teacups, and the occasional Albert Einstein quote. It’s hyper-feminine, frilly, dorky, nostalgic, and sometimes funny. In other words, it's perfectly Britney. I no longer desire any kind of superhuman strength or star power out of Britney. I just feel protective of her, and of everyone who struggles with mental health in a world that can feel inescapably cruel and bent on tearing down all weakness. Remember — Britney survived not only 2007, but all nine years since. We can, too.

_Next in MTV News's Year in Music 2016: Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib on Chance the Rapper, artist of the year._

-   Signal & Noise 2016
-   2016 in Music
-   Pop
-   Music

question: What does the text say about Paris Hilton?

question: What does the text say about TMZ, tabloids, and constant media surveillance of celebrities?

answer: TMZ and the tabloids conducting constant media surveillance of celebrities is completely legal, but highly invasive. It is an invasion of privacy, stepping clear within the boundaries that famous people are comfortable with, but they can't call the police or do anything about it. Stalked by the unscrupulous media, celebrities don't have the freedom to live and act like normal people anymore because they are treated as a public commodity and their candid or unflattering photos are used for profit. This constant badgering from tabloid media looking to make a quick buck has negative effects on celebrities because they are vulnerable human beings just like everyone else, susceptible to mental health problems brought on by the extreme pressure of superstardom.

question: Summarize what happened to Britney Spears from 2007 to 2016.

answer: Britney Spears suffered a mental breakdown in 2007 due to the immense pressure of being a pop superstar and the relentless media surveillance/paparazzi that comes with it. She just wanted to be left alone to chill and do her own thing without being hounded by tabloids. She tried to hide and be inconspicuous by shaving her head, wearing a hoodie, sweatpants, and even a weave, but the media still found her while she was running errands and doing what other normal people do. Things reached a boiling point when Britney lost it and tried to hit a tabloid photographer's car with an umbrella in a fit of rage for stalking her. What happened to her life after the umbrella incident wasn't mentioned in the article. Britney came back with an album in 2016 which was hyped as a return to form, but she came back as a reconciled version of herself. She was glamourous, gleaming, familiar, edged with darkness, and had an inescapable backstory for what she went through in 2007. A decade later, Britney is a high-functioning star with a highly successful Las Vegas residency.

question: What does the text say about fame and superstardom?

answer: The text says that there is a price to pay for fame and superstardom - the loss of personal freedom. Fans and the public have this misguided sense of entitlement when it comes to the stars they follow. The people feel that the personal lives of their idols belong to them, and they have the right to even the most sacred of moments. This lust for entitlement has fueled an entire sleazy industry of social media-driven news cycles, gossip sites, paparazzi, and tabloids. Everything about the so-called "price" famous people pay is ridiculous and flawed because it tramples on the fundamental right to be free.


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BERNARD PINGAUD (12 October 1923 – 25 February 2020) was a French writer.[1]

Biography

Pingaud studied at the Lycée Pasteur de Neuilly in Neuilly-sur-Seine and Lycée Henri IV in Paris. In 1943, he enrolled at the École normale supérieure, and then became the debate secretary for the National Assembly until 1974. He published his first novel in 1943, titled _Mon beau navire_.

During the Algerian War, Pingaud was one of the people who signed the Manifesto of the 121. In 1968, he founded the Union des écrivains with Jean-Pierre Faye and Michel Butor. After leading the union until 1973, Pingaud led the group Secrétariat à l'Action Culturelle of the Socialist Party until 1979. In 1981, Jack Lang appointed him as President of the Commission de réflexion sur la politique du livre et de la lecture. In 1982, he published the “Pingaud-Barreau” report.

From 1983 to 1987, Pingaud served as a cultural adviser for the Embassy of France in Cairo. From 1990 to 1993, he was President of the Maison des écrivains et de la littérature in Paris. He was one of the primary writers for the magazine _L'Arc_.

Pingaud lived in Collias from 1997 until his death.[2] He was the father of Denis Pingaud.[3]

Bernard Pingaud died on 25 February 2020 at the age of 96.[4]

Works

Novels and Stories

-   _Mon beau navire_ (1946)
-   _L’Amour triste_ (1950)
-   _Le Prisonnier_ (1958)
-   _La Scène primitive_ (1965)
-   _La Voix de son maître_ (1973)
-   _L’Imparfait_ (1973)
-   _Adieu Kafka_ (1989)
-   _Bartoldi le comédien_ (1996)
-   _Tu n’es plus là_ (1998)
-   _Au nom du frère_ (2002)
-   _L’Andante inconnu_ (2003)
-   _Mon roman et moi_ (2003)
-   _L’Horloge de verre_ (2011)
-   _Vous_ (2015)

Essays

-   _Hollande_ (1954)
-   _Mme de la Fayette_ (1959)
-   _Tonia Cariffa_ (1961)
-   _Inventaire_ (1965)
-   _Entretiens_ (1966)
-   _Comme un chemin en automne, Inventaire II_ (1979)
-   _Le livre à son prix_ (1983)
-   _L’Expérience romanesque_ (1983)
-   _Les infortunes de la raison_ (1992)
-   _Les Anneaux du manège. Écriture et littérature_ (1992)
-   _Écrire_ (2000)
-   _La Bonne Aventure_ (2007)
-   _Une tâche sans fin (1940-2008)_ (2009)
-   _L’Occupation des oisifs_ (2013)

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title: Bernard Pingaud

question: Summarize Pingaud's work as a writer.

answer: Pingaud's first published was in 1943, a novel titled Mon Beau Navire. He would continue to publish novels and essays from then on. He would continue to publish even through the 1950's to 1979, as Pingaud has been active in events such as signing a manifesto during the Algerian War, founding the Union des écrivains, or leading the Socialist party's Secrétariat à l'Action Culturelle. Not surprisingly, in the years that followed, he would continue his writing career until 2015. From 2016 to his death in 2020, he no longer published any of his works.


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'I know you'd understand if you just listened!"

"I don't WANT to listen, I don't want to understand! Just leave me alone!!"

I heard the screen door slam behind me as I fled out into the evening, away from the screaming and the shouting and all the excuses. Bullshit excuses that I was just supposed to accept and acknowledge, and why? Because she spoon fed them to me? Because she thought they made sense? They didn't make sense to me, or to my sisters, but what the fuck did that ever matter to her? Some mother she was, marching him in and out of my father's house, in and out of his room.

"BITCH!" I screamed back at the house as I made my way down our long, twisting driveway. I realized I was crying then, and it only made me more angry. Why should I shed tears for her? For what she was feeling? Did she care what I wanted, or what I thought? Did she care how I felt seeing her move on like he'd meant nothing to her? My chest shook with a sob as I made it to the end of the driveway. It made me so angry that I couldn't help but scream, pounding on my chest, trying to make my body respond. I wasn't sad, I was angry. I was furious at her, and at him. Not that drunken slob who'd taken his place, but at my father... He'd been the greatest man I ever knew, and now he was gone. Just gone. Like he'd never been there at all. Gone forever and where was I? Still living in his stinking double wide trailer trying to pretend my thirteen years of lessons about pride and honor and being a good man actually meant something. Does a good man go off and die? Does a good man strand his family? Leave his wife in the hands of some filthy gutter rat? Leave his children at the mercy of her fancies? Fuck it. Fuck all of it. I'll just leave and never come back.

Our driveway spit me out into the trailer park, which was nothing more than a long, hillish "U" shape that had two exits, both onto the same highway. I made my way towards the back of the "U", still wiping tears from my eyes, somehow quieted by the chorus of insects that rose around me. I hated that place. It was low rent and smelled like dogs and garbage. White trash. Filthy. I was better than that. My father had always told me a man must never be too proud to live within his means, but what did he know? If you ask me, a man must never be too proud to live, but he was dead, so what the fuck does that say? I sniffed hard, wiping the rest of my tears off my face, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. I reminded myself where I was going. Where I was walking. I reminded myself that I'd left the darkness in my house, and now I was walking towards light. It was light surrounded by dog shit and trash, but it was still a light in the dark, and somehow it made me warm. It was unseasonably cold, but I began to feel almost happy. Almost. There was only one thing that made me happy anymore, and it was that light. Her light. The light in her eyes and in her smile.

She'd lived down the street from me her whole life. We'd grown up together. Cameron. The most beautiful girl I'd ever met. I'd known that I loved Cameron whenever we were six and she gave me a thimble, like on Peter Pan. She said she never wanted me to forget my first kiss. I carried that thimble in my pocket every day until I was old enough to put it on a necklace, and I was still wearing it then. I brought my hand up to touch it, turning it over and over in my fingers at the end of its chain. It was too small for me to fit on my finger anymore, and that thought made me smile. I could still remember her six year old smile, that day I'd fallen in love. She'd grown up, just like I had, and she had her own set of baggage.

My hand closed tight around the thimble as I remembered the last time I'd seen her. She had a bruise on her neck, and a scratch under her eye. Say what you want about my low-rent love, she was a fighter. Her father... My teeth gritted. I didn't even want to think about him. Thinking about him made me think about blood, and anger, and killing. I didn't want to think about that, because one day I might actually do it. Slip down to her house in the middle of the night and in through the back door that's never locked. Up the stairs, and skip the creaky ones, so I could stand at the foot of his bed and watch him sleep. Watch him drunkenly twitching and rolling around, groaning about his life and how much he hated it. Watch his whore wife sleep unmoving, feigning ignorance just like she always did. Maybe she'd even lay there while I slit his throat. Just lie there with her eyes open, watching me, never seeing a thing. She was so used to being beaten and kicked that it was second nature for her to deny knowing. Maybe she'd just go back to sleep in his blood when I was done with her filthy, abusive husband.

I shook my head. I hated those thoughts. They weren't me. I didn't want to kill anybody, but I couldn't deny some people deserved it. He deserved it. Deserved it for what he did to her. A real man fights for those who cannot fight, and knows how to pick his battles. My father's words again, but this time he was right. I'd seen him pick battles plenty of times, and he'd always won them, whether with his words or with his fists. He was a small man, but fast, and he never took shit from anyone. Anyone except that bastard with the pistol...

I almost started crying again, and it made me mad. I gritted through the tears and started walking faster, almost running as I came to the hill just before her house. She didn't know I was coming to see her, so I had no idea if she'd even be home, but I knew I had to try. I couldn't see my mother anymore, listen to what she was trying to tell me about loneliness and solitude and hurt, and about how Hank was a good man too, just like my father. Imagine, actually comparing that slop to my Dad... She must not have known him at all.

I crested the hill and caught the sunset full in my face, and for a moment I just stopped. I hated my neighborhood, but this place, this one spot... it was my place. The sunset was beautiful, and from this hill, right before Cameron's house, you could see the whole skyline. It stretched on for miles in both directions, all colors of gold and orange and purple, stretching on and on and on... It was beautiful, and it helped me forget. For the few minutes before the sun fell into the sky, I could think about nothing but the colors. I could lose myself in the clouds, and in my thoughts. I looked right at the sun tonight, daring myself to go blind, unwilling to blink or look away. That's when I saw her. She was walking quickly, almost running, just like I had been, and her face was a silhouette against the setting sun. My tears vanished, and I smiled bigger than I thought I could. I couldn't move. I was transfixed in my own contentment and happiness as she saw me too, and started running. She was sprinting by the time she got to me, and I couldn't even say her name before she threw herself into my arms. Threw her arms around my neck.

Everything was gone. The sunset, my mother, her father... It was nothing. They were nothing. There was nothing but this. But her. But us. I wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I could and pulled her so close I swore I must've hurt her, but she pulled every bit as hard. We were giggling and sobbing and trying so vainly to become a single person. She was the sunlight. I felt her in every inch of me, right to my very core. Her tears were salty on my cheek, but she was laughing, giggling my name into my neck and through her kisses. I don't know how long we stood there, holding one another, not even speaking. The euphoria subsided slowly, and eventually it was just us, glowing in each other's arms, bathed in the diminishing sun. We were sweating, and we were tired, but neither wanted to be the one to let the other go. We couldn't. Wounding her was something I couldn't even fathom. I would die for her, especially in that moment. My crippled moment. The moment when I was ready to leave everything behind. Leave my mother in her grief, and my sisters in theirs. Leave my father's memory in the fire and all his lessons in the dirt. I couldn't leave them, because a real man must be a man despite everything to the contrary. And a real man only knows what it is to be a man when he falls in love. I pulled her tighter as I felt my father's hand on my shoulder, and his kiss on my forehead. This was the reason to stay. For her. For her image of me. For her to know that I was strong, and true, and noble, all for her. For her to see me as the man that would eventually save her from this. I was thirteen, and she knew it, and I couldn't do anything yet, but I could hold her. I could kiss her. I could tell her she was beautiful and that it would all be OK one day. I could let her cry on my chest and feel better, and know that one day she could be my wife. That I would be her husband. People say you can't know things like that at thirteen, but I knew. She knew. We felt it.

Finally our grips lessened, and we pulled away, still holding hands, staring into each others eyes. So many words passed in that silence. We didn't need to talk. We felt. I felt her love in her gaze, and she felt mine. She made me both strong and weak at the same time, transfixing me like that. I loved her more than I loved myself. I kissed her gently on the lips, and we turned to walk into the sunset. I never looked away from her, and while I could feel the night growing all around us... I knew I'd found the sunlight in the dark.

title: The Haven in Her Arms

question: What was the relationship between the narrator and Cameron?

answer: The narrator and Cameron had been friends since they were six years old. They lived in the same neighborhood and grew up together. The narrator believed she was the most beautiful girl. They both had a complicated family life; the narrator's mother moved on with another man after his father died, while Cameron's father was abusive. The narrator and Cameron found solace and peace in each other's arms - an escape from their reality at home. Cameron was a light in the narrator's life. They loved each other immensely and believed they would be together for life. The narrator's love for Cameron was so intense he was willing to do anything for her, including hurting her father for hurting her.

question: What are the challenges the narrator faces?

answer: The narrator had a decent relationship with his father until he tragically passed away after someone shot him. He hates that his mother was quick to replace him with another man named Hank. For this reason, he can't stand to be in the same place with her and her new lover. She has tried to get him and his sisters to accept him, but he is unwilling. He loves a girl named Cameron, a childhood friend whose father is abusive. The narrator once envisioned himself murdering Cameron's father for hurting her. He wants to leave town, leave his father's memory behind, get away from his mother and her new lover, and away from his sisters, but he chooses to stay back because he knows Cameron needs him.


text:
Invitations to the mobile version of _Fortnite_, which includes the _Battle Royale_ game mode, began trickling out just a few weeks ago. Now the free-to-play title is available to anyone with a compatible iOS device.

Developer Epic Games made the announcement this morning on the game’s official Twitter feed. The game requires an internet connection and iOS 11. It is only compatible with the iPhone SE, 6S, 7, 8 and X, and with the iPad Mini 4, Air 2, 2017 and Pro models. An Android version is in the works.

Prior to today, fans needed a special link or an invitation from a friend to play _Fortnite_’s last-man-standing game mode on iOS. Today’s announcement means anyone can download it from the game’s official page on the Apple App Store.

Owners of the PC and console versions of the game will be able to log into their Epic Games account and share progress across all platforms, including access to any vanity items they may have unlocked. They can even hop into the game on iOS and play with or against friends on other platforms.

_Fortnite_’s biggest competitor, _PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds_, also launched a free-to-play mobile version last month. Like _Fortnite_, it’s an authentic experience the recreates the same feeling of tension and requires a decent amount of skill.

question: How popular does the mobile version of Fortnite seem to be?

answer: The mobile version of Fortnite seems to be popular because it is being released on so many different platforms.


text:
“You’re like a needle. You make a good point,” she said to me.

I held my head low. I smiled. I stared across the table at her, eyes locked. She took a sip from her glass.

“Color me impressed,” she said.

The wild look in her eyes was unmistakable. She couldn’t get her hints across better if she screamed them.

“Want me to color you back at my place?” I said with a revealing smirk.

“I have crayons at mine.”

So we skipped the formalities, so to speak. And what a happy couple we became. For a new, young couple, these were exciting times. Exploring each other was all we could find interest in. She knew my favorite color, my favorite movie, my favorite book, my favorite sushi, my favorite cereal, my favorite drink, my favorite animal, my favorite sexual position, my favorite time of the day. For months, we were the object of each other’s full attention. Everyone knew how much we loved each other; it was just so plainly obvious. We knew stuff about each other. We knew everything.

Just a few weeks ago we took a canoe over to Flax Pond.

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“Yes. I bought you that necklace. I’m willing to spend so much money on you.”

“That’s sort of an inappropriate response, although it is a very pretty necklace. Say something to me that will make me have sex with you.”

“I love you.”

She ravaged me.

We also visited the park down the street at 11 o’clock at night. We were at the park at 11 PM. We were there, but nobody else was. Experiences at the park at 11 at night kept the proverbial candle of love lit. Of course, we were mature about it. We didn’t make too much noise.

We were inseparable. We loved each other. We understood each other’s twisted sexual sense of humor, the humor that made us so unique. We were such a unique couple, and we were made for each other. Our passion burned uniquely and brightly like explosions in the sky.

We soon broke up and never spoke with each other again. I met someone else and invited her out to dinner. She said she liked to write. I told her we should go back to my house after and have a little workshop session.

“That sounds like fun,” she said.

She took a sip from her glass.

title: [RO] Where I Was

question: What is the central theme of the story?

answer: The love life of the protagonist keeps repeating.

question: Why did the couple break up despite having a great time together?

answer: They were out of the honeymoon phase. However, anything more isn't mentioned in the story.

question: Why does the first girl find the narrator's reply to her question of "do you love me?" as inappropriate?

answer: Because he responds by pointing out his spending, not his love or commitment.

question: Why does the narrator keep repeating the same things in his romantic life?

answer: It's not mentioned in the story.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator dates a girl, and they progress to become an intimate couple for a few months. Their love feels unique, their passions burning. They break up soon after, and the narrator goes out on another date, mirroring the beginning of his previous relationship.


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_Cocoa Powder Brownies are layers of brownies and rich chocolate frosting and chocolate chips are also in the batter. Use sprinkles in any color to dress up the top._

[Two brownie layers also have frosting and sprinkles.]
It makes me very happy that everyone out there loves chocolate as much as I do.

That way I can serve up some decadent sweets knowing that they are going to be received with welcome arms.

A chocolate love fest. That sounds good!

I do my best to add the best oils, sweeteners, and chocolate. Anything to improve and enjoy our sweet indulgences without feeling the guilt.

Jump to:
-   Chocolate flavors
-   How do you make egg substitutes with ground chia seeds?
-   Ingredients
-   Instructions
-   📋 Recipe

[Cocoa powder brownies are stacked two high with frosting layered in the moddle and top.]
These squares are really only about 1 ½" across, at the most, so they are not as large as they look. Of course, you can make them as big as you like.

Since they are taller you still get a really good mouthful of chocolate. But, hey! A 2" square is even more chocolate!

I absolutely love fall, Halloween, and Thanksgiving and I am determined to post quite a few chocolates over the next few weeks.

Don't worry, there will still be very healthy dishes in between but I decided this blog was lacking in chocolate so, lucky me, I have to fix that.

Chocolate flavors

Do you know how many different kinds of chocolate there are? Luckily many are vegan and readily available.

Unsweetened cocoa powder is a must for your pantry. It sweetens beautifully with coconut sugar and even maple syrup. This cocoa powder brownies recipe is a keeper for sure.

Dark chocolate that is about 70% or higher is a dream come true.

However you serve it up, chocolate is a wonderful treat.

Make sure you have some fun treats such as with these candy recipes for the holiday and these Cocoa Powder Brownies will fill the bill.

You can even change out the Autumn sprinkles colors for Christmas colors with the snap of your fingers. Red and green would be so pretty and the blues would too, of course.

[Overhead photo of three brownies with frosting and sprinkles.]

How do you make egg substitutes with ground chia seeds?

A chia egg is actually made with chia seed meal/flour not the bare seed - aka ground chia seed.

The way you make meal/flour is by grinding the chia seed in a processor such as one for your coffee beans or a spice grinder.

I use mine to strictly grind seeds so that I do not mix flavors. Grind until it is a fine meal.

I do about 4 ounces at a time and keep it in a little freezer safe canning jar - in the freezer. When I need a tablespoon or so it is all ready to go.

Ingredients

For the Brownies

-   Coconut oil a nice base.
-   Whole wheat pastry flour adds fiber and nutrients to the main base of these brownies.
-   Unsweetened cocoa powder turns into deep rich chocolate.
-   Baking powder is a leavening agent.
-   Baking soda helps the baking powder to do it's job.
-   Salt gives the batter life.
-   Coconut sugar adds a different type of sweet flavor in a very understated way.
-   Creamy Peanut Butter adds moisture to the mix and a wonderful nut butter flavor.
-   Egg substitute is the substitute for eggs that also adds liquid and rising power.
-   Vanilla Extract adds so much flavor to the mix.
-   Dairy-free milk adds flavor and necessary liquid.
-   Dairy-free semi-sweet chocolate chips add a mild crunch and more sweetened chocolate flavor.

For the Frosting

-   Organic powdered sugar blends with the cocoa powder and dairy-free butter for the best frosting.
-   Dairy-free butter adds needed liquid and a buttery taste.
-   Dairy Free milk adds flavor and necessary liquid.
-   Unsweetened cocoa powder is magic for chocolaet frosting.
-   Vanilla extract adds so much flavor to the mix.

[Three brownie stacks with sprinkles and text at the top.]

Instructions

-   Mix the substitute eggs and set aside. Check out how to make ground chia seed eggs above the recipe card.
-   Lightly oil a 9" x 13" baking pan. You want a thinner layer of brownies so we are going for this larger size.
-   In a medium bowlmix the flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder and salt together.
-   In alarge bowluse a Hand Mixer and beat the oil, peanut butter, coconut sugar and milk mixture together.
-   Add the vanilla and mix.
-   Add in the flour mixture - half at a time.
-   Fold in the chocolate chips.
-   Turn into the prepared baking pan and smooth out evenly to all edges.
-   Bake at 350 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes.
-   Cool on awire rack.
-   Cut into about 32 squares.
-   If you are making these ahead of time for an occasion you can freeze them at this point.

For the Frosting

-   While the brownies are baking, make the frosting.
-   Cream the powdered sugar and vegan butter together.
-   Add the remaining ingredients and mix well.
-   After the brownies are completely cooled and cut into pieces - frost the top of each brownie square.
-   Lay one brownie square on top of another one. You will be left with about 16 double stack frosted brownies.
-   Sprinkle with your favorite sprinkle colors.

IF FREEZING:

You may freeze them in any of the methods shown in my article How to Prepare Food for the Freezer.

They defrost quickly so it really doesn't take any planning. Just put them in the refrigerator to defrost overnight or set out on a plate and it will take an hour or so to defrost.

[This Cocoa Powder Brownies recipe has frosting and sprinkles showing too.]
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📋 Recipe

[Three brownie stackes scattered on woven mat.]

Double Chocolate Brownie Stacks

Double Chocolate Brownie Stacks are layers of brownies and rich chocolate frosting.

Prep Time 30 mins

Cook Time 20 mins

Total Time 50 mins

Course Dessert

Cuisine Dairy-Free, Egg Free, Nut Free, Soy Free, Vegan

Servings 16 brownies

Calories 206 kcal

For the Brownies

-   1 tablespoon oil  - for greasing pan
-   ⅔ cup whole wheat pastry flour
-   ½ cup unsweetened cocoa powder  - unsweetened
-   1 teaspoon baking powder
-   1 teaspoon baking soda
-   ¼ teaspoon salt
-   ¾ cup coconut sugar
-   ¼ cup creamy peanut butter
-   4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil  - melted and cooled
-   2 substitute eggs  - I use a ground chia seed egg = 1 egg equals 1 Tbsp. chia flour and 3 Tbsp. water so double that for 2 eggs.
-   2 teaspoons vanilla extract
-   ½ cup dairy free milk
-   ½ cup dairy free semi sweet chocolate chips

For the Frosting

-   1 cup powdered sugar  - organic
-   ⅛ cup dairy free butter
-   ⅛ cup dairy free milk
-   ½ cup unsweetened cocoa powder  - plus 2 Tablespoons
-   ¼ teaspoon vanilla extract  - organic

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    Mix the substitute eggs and set aside. Check out how to make ground chia seed eggs above the recipe card.

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    Lightly grease a 9" x 13" baking pan. You want a thinner layer of brownies so we are going for this larger size.

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    In a medium bowl mix the flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder and salt together.

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    In a large bowl use a Hand Mixer and beat the oil, peanut butter, coconut sugar and milk mixture together.

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    Add the vanilla and mix.

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    Add in the flour mixture - half at a time.

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    Fold in the chocolate chips.

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    Turn into the prepared baking pan and smooth out evenly to all edges.

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    Bake at 350 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes.

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    Cool on a wire rack.

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    Cut into about 32 squares.

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    If you are making these ahead of time for an occasion you can freeze them at this point.

For the Frosting

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    While the brownies are baking, make the frosting.

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    Cream the powdered sugar and vegan butter together.

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    Add the remaining ingredients and mix well.

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    After the brownies are completely cooled and cut into pieces - frost the top of each brownie square.

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    Lay one brownie square on top of another one. You will be left with about 16 double stack frosted brownies.

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    Sprinkle with your favorite sprinkle colors.

Serving: 1brownieCalories: 206kcalCarbohydrates: 24gProtein: 4gFat: 11gSaturated Fat: 6gCholesterol: 20mgSodium: 2162mgPotassium: 204mgFiber: 3gSugar: 15gVitamin A: 45IUCalcium: 38mgIron: 1.6mg

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question: Summarize everything related to sweeteners.

answer: The author of the recipe does their best to add the best sweeteners. Coconut sugar and maple syrup can be used to sweeten unsweetened cocoa powder. This recipe calls for coconut sugar. The frosting uses organic powdered sugar.

question: What does the recipe say about substitutions?

answer: The Autumn sprinkle colors can be easily swapped out for Christmas colors. Ground chia seeds can be used to make egg substitutes.

question: What does the recipe say about cake?