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Admiral WILLIAM HENRY SMYTH KFM DCL FRS FRAS FRGS FSA (21 January 1788 – 8 September 1865) was a Royal Navy officer, hydrographer, astronomer and numismatist. He is noted for his involvement in the early history of a number of learned societies, for his hydrographic charts, for his astronomical work, and for a wide range of publications and translations.

Origins

He was the only son of Joseph Smyth (died 1788) and Georgiana Caroline Pitt Pilkington (died 1838), the daughter of John Carteret Pilkington and the granddaughter of Laetitia Pilkington and her husband Matthew Pilkington. His father, an American Loyalist from New Jersey who served as a lieutenant in the King's Royal Regiment of New York during the Revolutionary War, was the sixth son of Benjamin Smyth (died 1769),[1] a landowner in what is now Blairstown,[2] and his first wife Catherina Schoonhoven (died 1750). Never having known his father, he grew up with a half-brother Augustus Earle and a half-sister Phoebe Earle.

Royal Navy

[] At the age of 14 he ran away from home to join a merchant ship. In 1804 he was in the East India Company's ship _Marquis Cornwallis_, which the government chartered for an expedition against the Seychelles. In the following March, as the vessel was bought by the Royal Navy to be a 50-gun ship under the command of Captain Charles James Johnston, with whom Smyth remained, seeing much active service in Indian, Chinese, Australian and Pacific waters. In February 1808 he followed Johnston to , which, on returning to England, was part of the force in the expedition to the Scheldt, and was paid off in October 1809. He afterwards served in the 74-gun on the coast of France and Spain, and was lent from her to command the Spanish gunboat _Mors aut Gloria_ at the defence of Cadiz from September 1810 to April 1811. In July 1811 he joined off Toulon, and through 1812 served on the coast of Spain.[3]

On 25 March 1813 he was promoted to lieutenant and appointed to the Sicilian flotilla, in which he combined service against the French from Naples with a good deal of unofficial hydrographic surveying and antiquarian research. For his services in defending Sicily, he was subsequently awarded the Order of Saint Ferdinand and of Merit by King Ferdinand I of the Two Sicilies, and received permission from the Prince Regent to wear it.[4]

On 18 September 1815 he was promoted to Commander and in command of the brig continued surveying the coast of Sicily, the adjacent coasts of Italy, and the opposite shores of Africa. In 1817 his survey work was put on a more formal footing by his appointment to (renamed in 1821 as _Adventure_ and later accompanied on the first voyage of the _Beagle_). In _Aid_, he carried on the hydrographic survey of the Italian, Sicilian, Greek, and African coasts, and constructed a very large number of charts, used by the Royal Navy among others until the mid-20th century. As a result, he became known as “Mediterranean Smyth”. His hydrographic operations in the Adriatic, in collaboration with the Austrian and Neapolitan authorities, resulted in the _Carta di Cabottaggio del Mare Adriatico_, published in 1822–24.[5]

In 1817 he met the Italian astronomer Giuseppe Piazzi in Palermo, Sicily and visited his observatory; this sparked his interest in astronomy and he gave his second son the name Piazzi. He published some of his work in his _Memoir description of the Resources, Inhabitants, and Hydrography of Sicily and its Islands_ (London, 1824),[6] which was followed in 1828 by a _Sketch of Sardinia_. Subsequently, in 1854, he was awarded the Royal Geographical Society's Founder's Medal in recognition of his survey work in the Mediterranean.[7]

On 7 February 1824, he was promoted to Post-Captain, and in November paid off the _Adventure_, marking the end of his service at sea and his turn to a life of literary and scientific pursuits.[8] In 1846 he retired from the Navy on half-pay,[9][10] being advanced on the retired list to Rear-Admiral on 28 May 1853,[11][12] then to Vice-Admiral on 17 May 1858,[13] and finally to Admiral on 14 November 1863.[14]

Astronomy

[The Great Comet of 1811, as drawn by William Henry Smyth] Returning to England and settling at Bedford, in 1825 he fitted out a private observatory equipped with a 5.9-inch refractor telescope.[15] He used this instrument to observe a variety of deep sky objects over the course of the 1830s, including double stars, star clusters and nebulae. He published his observations in 1844 in the _Cycle of Celestial Objects_, which earned him the Gold Medal of the Royal Astronomical Society in 1845 and also the presidency of the society. The first volume of this work was on general astronomy, but the second volume became known as the _Bedford Catalogue_[16] and contained his observations of 1,604 double stars and nebulae. It served as a standard reference work for many years afterward; no astronomer had previously made as extensive a catalogue of dim objects such as this. It was reprinted in 1986 with a foreword stating:

Having completed his observations, he moved to Cardiff in 1839 to supervise the construction of the Bute Dock which he had designed.[17] His observatory was dismantled and the telescope was sold to Dr John Lee, who re-erected it in a new observatory of Smyth's design at Hartwell House near the village of Stone in Buckinghamshire. Smyth moved to Stone in 1842 and, still having access to the telescope, performed a large number of additional astronomical observations from 1839 to 1859. The telescope is now in the Science Museum, London.[18][19]

He also produced observations in a publication on star colours entitled “Sidereal Chromatics” in 1864,[20] which attempted to explain their nature, the effects of the Earth's atmosphere, and the possibility of change in colour due to Doppler Shift. While his premise proved ultimately wrong, he discussed and created a summary on observing star colours of many double stars under his so-called Hartwell Experiment.[21] Some of his ideas continued to be promoted into the early 20th century, but were mostly then rejected by the overwhelming evidence from astronomical spectroscopy.[22]

Numismatics

He was a numismatist of some standing, being a founding member of the Royal Numismatic Society in 1836 and one of the first members of its council. He maintained a lifelong interest in coins and was the author of a number of treatises on the subject.[23][24]

Involvement with learned institutions

In 1821 he became a fellow of the Society of Antiquaries of London and of the Royal Astronomical Society (RAS). On 15 June 1826 he was elected Fellow of the Royal Society, and in 1830 was one of the founders of the Royal Geographical Society (RGS). In 1845–6 he was president of the RAS and in 1849–50, of the RGS. He was vice-president and foreign secretary of the Royal Society; vice-president and director of the Society of Antiquaries; and an honorary or corresponding member of at least three-fourths of the literary and scientific societies in Europe.[25] as well as those in the United States. Among these were the Royal Irish Academy, the Institut de France, the Accademia Pontaniana, the National Institute of Washington, and the American Academy of Arts and Sciences (1847),[26] and the Naval Lyceum of New York. He also served on the Board of Visitors to the Greenwich Observatory.[27] He contributed numerous papers to the _Philosophical Transactions_ and the _Proceedings_ of the RAS and RGS, and from 1829 to 1849 to the _United Service Journal_,

Later literary work

He was the author of many works, the best known of which are: _The Cycle of Celestial Objects for the use of Naval, Military, and Private Astronomers_ (1844), for which he was awarded the gold medal of the Royal Astronomical Society; _The Mediterranean: a Memoir Physical, Historical, and Nautical_ (1854); and _The Sailor's Word-Book_ (1867), an invaluable dictionary of nautical terms which as well as sail covers the early years of steam propulsion.[28] He also translated and edited François Arago's treatises on _Popular Astronomy_ and on _Comets_.[29][30]

Last years

As well as his home at St John's Lodge in Stone, he kept a house at 3 Cheyne Walk in Chelsea, where he stayed while attending the various learned societies and where he entertained his like-minded friends.

In early September 1865, he suffered a heart attack at St John's Lodge and at first seemed to recover. On the evening of 8 September he showed the planet Jupiter to his young grandson, Arthur Smyth Flower, through a telescope. He died a few hours later, in the early morning of 9 September, at the age of 78, and was buried in the graveyard of St John the Baptist church at Stone in Buckinghamshire.[31]

His obituary in the _Monthly Notices_ of the Royal Astronomical Society noted:

A lunar mare was named Mare Smythii in his honour, as was Smyth Channel in the fiords of Chile and Cape Smyth in the Antarctic.

Family

In Messina on 7 October 1815, when both were aged 27, he married Eliza Anne, only child of Thomas Warington, the British consul in Naples, and his first wife Anne, widow of Lewis Bradshaw Peirson and daughter of William Robinson. They had eleven children, five of whom either achieved prominence or married notable spouses:

-   Warington Wilkinson (1817–1890)
-   Charles Piazzi (1819–1900)
-   Henrietta Grace (1824–1914), who married Baden Powell and was mother of nine, including Robert Baden-Powell, 1st Baron Baden-Powell
-   Henry Augustus (1825–1906)
-   Georgiana Rosetta (1835–1923), who married Sir William Henry Flower and had seven children, including Stanley Smyth Flower.

Portraits

[William Henry Smyth in 1855] An 1818 watercolour portrait by James Green exists,[32][33][34] but an 1861 portrait in oils by E. E. Eddis of him and his wife cataloguing the Duke of Northumberland's numismatic collection was destroyed during the London blitz.[35]

Publications

-   _Memoir Descriptive of the Resources, Inhabitants, and Hydrography of Sicily and Its Islands, Interspersed With Antiquarian and Other Notices_ (1824)
-   _Sketch of the Present State of the Island of Sardinia_ (1828, reprinted 2009)
-   _The Life and Services of Captain Philip Beaver_ (1829)
-   _Descriptive Catalogue of a Cabinet of Roman Imperial Large-brass Medals_ (1834)
-   _Voyages up the Mediterranean and in the Indian Seas; with memoirs, compiled from the logs and letters of W. Robinson, a Midshipman. Revised by W. H. Smyth_ (1837)
-   _Address to the Royal Geographical Society of London: delivered at the anniversary meeting on 27 May 1850_ (1850)
-   _A Cycle of Celestial Objects, for the use of naval, military and private astronomers, observed, reduced and discussed by Captain W. H. Smyth_ (1844)
-   _Aedes Hartwellianae, or notices of the Manor and Mansion of Hartwell_ (1851)
-   _Address to the Royal Geographical Society of London; delivered at the anniversary meeting on 26 May 1851_ (1851)
-   _The Mediterranean: a Memoir Physical Historical and Nautical_ (1854, reprinted 2000)
-   _Popular Astronomy ..._ by Dominique Francois Jean Arago, translated and edited by Admiral W. H. Smyth and R. Grant (1855)
-   _Descriptive Catalogue of a cabinet of Roman Family Coins belonging to His Grace the Duke of Northumberland_ (1856)
-   _Lines written on reading verses of Rear-Admiral W. H. Smyth_ (1857)
-   _History of the New World_ (1857) by Girolamo Benzoni, translated by W. H. Smyth
-   _Biographies of Distinguished Scientific Men_ by Dominique Francois Jean Arago, translated by W. H. Smyth, the Rev. Baden Powell and R. Grant, (1857)
-   _The Cycle of Celestial Objects continued at the Hartwell Observatory to 1859. With a notice of recent discoveries, including details from the Ædes Hartwellianae_ (1860)
-   _An Additional Word on the pristine establishment of the Royal Society Club_ (1861)
-   _Synopsis of the published and printed works by Admiral W. H. Smyth_ (1864)
-   _Addenda to the Ædes Hartwellianæ_ (1864)
-   _Nautical Terms – The Sailor's Word-Book_ (1867)
-   _Sidereal Chromatics: Being a Re-Print, with Additions from the Bedford Cycle of Celestial Objects and its Hartwell Continuation on the Colours of Multiple Stars_ (Re-printed 2010. )

[1] _By 1760, Benjamin Smyth had built a gristmill in what is now the historic Blairstown Village_ Accessed 7 February 2018

[2] “The Loyalists of New Jersey” E Alfred Jones, NJ Hist Soc, 1927, p 204

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[5] “Cabotage Map of the Adriatic Sea”

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[17] A copy of his Report is held at the Institution of Civil Engineers

[18] See his book “Aedes Hartwellianae, or notices of the Mansion of Hartwell” (1851), which has illustrations by his wife, two of his sons, one daughter, and his son-in-law Baden Powell.

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[23] The history of the Society, Part 1: 1836–1874, describes the founding of the Society including the role of Admiral Smyth: :_The first meetings, held on 26 June 1836 ... proposed that ... the friends of Numismatic Science should ... be formed into ... the Numismatic Society, that Capt. William Henry Smyth be requested to act as President_.

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[28] Revised and edited by his friend Sir Edward Belcher

[29] The complete story of his literary activity is contained in _Synopsis of the published and privately printed Works of Admiral W. H. Smyth_ (1864), which enumerates his fugitive papers as well as his larger works.

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title: William Henry Smyth

question: Briefly discuss William Henry Smyth's interest in astronomy.

answer: In 1817, Smyth met the Italian astronomer Giuseppe Piazzi in Palermo, Sicily, and visited his observatory. This event sparked his interest in astronomy. He even named his second son Piazzi. In 1825, he returned to England, settled in Bedford, and fitted out a private observatory equipped with a 5.9-inch refractor telescope. He used this instrument to observe various deep sky objects, including star clusters, double stars, and nebulae throughout the 1830s. Then in 1844, Smyth published his observations in the Cycle of Celestial Objects, which earned him the Gold Medal of the Royal Astronomical Society in 1845. He also became the president of the society that same year. Having completed his observations, he relocated to Cardiff in 1839 to supervise the construction of the Bute Dock he had designed. In 1842, Smyth moved to Stone and performed many additional astronomical observations from 1839-1859. That telescope can be seen at the Science Museum, London. In 1864, he also produced observations in a publication on star colors titled "Sidereal Chromatics," which attempted to explain their nature, effects of the earth's atmosphere, and the possibility of change in color due to Doppler Shift. Although his premise proved wrong, he discussed and created a summary on observing the star colors of many double stars under the Hartwell Experiment.

question: Summarize Henry Smyth's last years up until his demise.

answer: Smyth kept a house at 3 Cheyne Walk in Chelsea, where he stayed while attending various learned societies and entertained like-minded friends. Unfortunately, in early September 1865, Smyth suffered a heart attack at his home at St John's Lodge and seemed to recover afterward. Then on the evening of September 8th, he showed the planet Jupiter to his young grandson Arthur through a telescope. By the early hours of the next day, Smyth passed away at the age of 78 and was buried in the graveyard of St. John the Baptist church at Stone in Buckinghamshire.

question: Discuss twenty years of Smyth's life in the Navy.

answer:
In 1804, Smyth was in Marquis Cornwallis, the East India Company's ship chartered by the government for an expedition against Seychelles. By the following March, the Royal Navy brought the vessel to be a 50-gun ship under the command of Captain Charles James Johnston. Smyth remained with the captain and saw much active service in the Indian, Pacific, Chinese and Australian waters. In February 1808, he followed Johnston and, on returning to England, was part of the force in the expedition to the Scheldt and was paid off in October 1809. Next, Smyth served in the 74-gun on the coast of France and Spain and was lent to command the Spanish gunboat "Mors aut Gloria" at the defense of Cadiz from September 1810 till April 1811. Then in July of the same year, he joined Toulon and served on the coast of Spain in 1812. On March 25th, 1813, he was promoted to lieutenant and was appointed to the Sicilian flotilla, where he combined service against the French from Naples.
In September 1815, he was promoted to Commander and in command of the brigade, continued surveying the coast of Sicily, the adjacent coast of Italy, and the opposite shores of Africa. In 1817, his survey work was put on a more formal footing by his appointment, later renamed in 1821 as "Adventure" and later accompanied on the first voyage of the "Beagle." In "Aid," he carried on the hydrographic survey of the Italian, Sicilian, Greek, and African coasts and constructed numerous charts used by the Royal Navy, among others, until the mid-20th century. As a result, he became known as "Mediterranean Smyth." In collaboration with the Australian and Neopolitan authorities, his hydrographic operations in the Adriatic resulted in the book "Carta di Cabottaggio del Mare Adriatico," published between 1822–24.
Finally, on February 7th, 1824, he was promoted to Post-Captain and paid off the "Adventure" in November, marking the end of his service at sea and his decision to pursue the literary arts and science.

question: What does the text say about William Henry Smyth's personal life?

answer: William Smyth married Eliza Anne in Messina on the 7th of October, 1815, when they were both aged 27. Eliza Anne was the only child of Thomas Warrington, the British consul in Naples, and her mother was Thomas's first wife Anne, the widow of Lewis Bradshaw Peirson and the daughter of William Robinson. Smyth and Eliza Anne had eleven children, and five of them married notable spouses.


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GORDON HOLMES: OFTEN TIMES A VOTE WILL BE PORTRAYED AS A BLINDSIDE…THAT WASN’T REALLY A BLINDSIDE. THAT LOOKED LIKE A BLINDSIDE TO ME.
MORGAN RICKE: It was really a blindside. It would have been a blindside to any of us. I mean, Angela was so clueless. She was so out of the Tribal, she didn’t even count. I think it would have been a blindside for Domenick or Wendell.

HOLMES: PEOPLE TALK ABOUT “I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP BECAUSE SOMEONE WOULDN’T LOOK ME IN THE EYE.” IN HINDSIGHT, DID YOU SENSE ANYTHING LIKE THAT?
RICKE: Right before we went to Tribal, I was getting a weird feeling from Libby. One of the very last questions she asked as we were packing up to go for Tribal was, “Are you a fan of ‘Survivor.’” Well, this is a huge question. Obviously I assumed she was a recruit. So, I’m like…does she want to know from the superfan side of it? If I am a fan and I’ve wanted to be on the show for years is she going to be too sad to vote me out? Why is she asking?! So, I played up the fact that I come from a large family and this is how our Wednesday nights were spent since I was 13 years old. I played up the family side of it because she’s a good little Catholic school girl. There was so much to that question. And once we started going to Tribal, Libby stopped looking at me. She stopped smiling, she stopped winking. And I was thinking, “Oh, (expletive deleted).” That’s why at Tribal you see me reassuring her. “Libby is gorgeous, and I trust her.” I was getting this vibe. I wanted her to think, “We’ve got this. I’m not turning on you.” Because she knew Angela was going to vote for her. We told her not to worry about it, because Angela is clueless. So, Libby was probably getting a little paranoid.

HOLMES: THERE WAS A POINT WHERE OLD MALOLO SEEMED CONCERNED ABOUT DOMENICK’S IDOL, SO THEY HAD TO DECIDE BETWEEN YOU AND WENDELL. WHY DO YOU THINK THEY WENT WITH YOU? I’D IMAGINE IT’D MAKE SENSE FROM A GAME STANDPOINT FOR LIBBY TO TRY TO KEEP YOU AROUND.
RICKE: Correct. Libby did not want to vote me out. The relationship we had was real. I’ve gotten to talk to everyone since the game and James said that he thought I was the glue that was holding Naviti together. He said everyone likes you and that made him terrified. And Libby and I were immediately friends. James said we didn’t even say anything to each other and we were already sisters. “You talked about Catholic school and reality TV and the Kardashians, and ‘The Bachelor.’” We had so much in common that it was terrifying. And Angela liked me, we were fine. He felt like Chris and I had a good relationship. We weren’t in an alliance, but we talked together. I think it was because I was well liked and he won’t say this…but I kind of embarrassed James in challenges. He’s not very good at challenges. He’s a Harvard grad, he’s supposed to be super smart but he never does puzzles. The swimming challenge was difficult for him, the “Ninja Warrior” steps, he failed at that and had to go back. I was a strong female that at the merge would have won some challenges. And guys don’t like it when girls are better at them at things.

HOLMES: ALRIGHT, WORD ASSOCIATION TIME. LET’S START WITH WENDELL.
RICKE: Behind-the-radar…but he forms good relationships with people. He really gets to know people for who they are.
HOLMES: Chelsea?
RICKE: Ghost? Her edit is how she was. She’s going to hate me for saying this, but she didn’t do anything. Her and Desiree would be chilling in the bed. That’s what they did. I’m sure there’s some strategy somewhere, but I never saw it.
HOLMES: Bradley?
RICKE: I love him. He’s one of my original alliance members. He talks so much (expletive deleted) and I think it’s hilarious. What you see is what you get.
HOLMES: James?
RICKE: (Laughs) He voted me out! Solid move on James. Credit to him. Hopefully he can step it up in challenges. This guy has a super good IQ. I’d love to see him step up in puzzles.
HOLMES: Laurel?
RICKE: Quiet…I hope she solves a puzzle at some point. She’s a strong female…she’s behind the radar.
HOLMES: Domenick?
RICKE: My right-hand man. I love Domenick. My brother.
HOLMES: Angela?
RICKE: I asked her questions and tried to get to know her, but she didn’t want to talk about her past. She got a divorce, she didn’t want to talk about it. She’s in the military, she didn’t want to talk about that.
HOLMES: Sebastian?
RICKE: Laffy Taffy! I love Sebastian. We’re both water people, we’re both Florida people. He’s so passionate about what he does. He’s so happy. We see everything in rainbows.
HOLMES: Donathan?
RICKE: He had this hero edit, which is good for Donathan. I don’t know. I saw him sit there, during the water challenge saying, “I’m not going to do it.” It took him a long time. It took Jeff Probst yelling at him for him to get in the water to become that hero. I see why fans like the guy. He’s playing low-key. He didn’t say much.
HOLMES: Chris?
RICKE: Chris is…what you see is what you get. He has his one liners. I never had a problem with how he treated me. Some of them did. I get him. He’s funny, but people take it the wrong way.
HOLMES: Desiree?
RICKE: Hopefully she starts playing. She’s good in challenges.
HOLMES: Kellyn?
RICKE: Love her. She’s awesome, she’s hilarious, she’s quirky.
HOLMES: Let’s finish with Libby.
RICKE: Your cute…southern girl. I still love her. I hope she goes far. I have nothing negative to say about her.

HOLMES: WE DIDN’T GET TO SEE MUCH OF THE POLITICS AROUND NAVITI OUTSIDE OF THE CHRIS/DOMENICK FEUD. WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF THE ORIGINAL NAVITI HAD GONE TO TRIBAL?
RICKE: It would’ve been a five-five split. We were hoping to pull Sebastian or Chelsea. But Chelsea didn’t…game. We were hoping to tell her she was going home and pull her. We also wanted Sebastian because everyone loves Sebastian.
HOLMES: When you say five-five, was that yourself, Wendell, Domenick, Bradley, and Kellyn?
RICKE: Correct.

HOLMES: WAS THERE ANYTHING OUT THERE THAT YOU WISH WE’D SEEN?
RICKE: It was a good portrayal of me. I had a ton of fun out there. The sunset, the stars at night, I was enjoying everything. We were constantly staying up and keeping the fire going. You didn’t see how much I held back at the water challenge. (Laughs) I couldn’t have gone any slower if I wanted to. The challenges were pretty easy for me. I think the crazy thing is after nine days I felt good. I still had energy. I didn’t feel weak. I was proud of myself for that.

HOLMES: DID YOU TELL ANYBODY ABOUT THE LEGACY ADVANTAGE?
RICKE: I did not tell anybody. I actually kept my mouth shut.
HOLMES: Look at you!
RICKE: It’s shocking. (Laughs)

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answer: No, Ricke did not tell anyone about the legacy advantage.

question: Does Ricke like Domenick?

answer: Yes, Ricke likes DOmenick like a brother.

question: What does Ricke think would've happened if the original Naviti went to tribal?

answer: Ricke thinks there would've been a five five split with the original Naviti.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Gordon Holmes interviews Morgan Ricke after she was voted off of Survivor. Gordon asks about her opinions of other players, as well as he general experience with the game.


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As a child, I was always a tiny ball of never-ending energy. Concentration? Non-existent. I was the type of child that was most at ease when I was doing something with my hands, although I was very particular about just what that activity would be.
I had always been extremely sensitive. Not in an emotional way; on that front I had always been shut-down and rock solid. No, I was sensitive to the touch, and I would cry at any loud or sudden noise. As a result, I wore my clothing inside-out and isolated myself from most other children.
Bullying was prominent in my elementary school. Even as a first-grader, children would pick on me for my strange outfits and social ineptitude. As a teenage, I'm still fairly socially awkward, but it's nothing compared to how bad it was then.
The day I met my best friend was snowy. Elementary school was just as rough as it'd always been, and I was sitting near the swing sets alone. A girl- I think her name was Natalie- came up to me and began the usual routine of taunting me. I took in my characteristic stoic silence, sitting with a blank expression on my face.
Just as the girl turned away from me to go back to her friends, a voice sounded from behind her.
"Don't make fun of her! She only wears her clothes like that 'cause she doesn't like the seams."
When said aloud, it sounded perfectly logical. Of course I didn't like the seams; I failed to understand how anyone tolerated them. This girl understood the world.
Her name was Sophie, and she quickly became my best friend. Still is, in fact. I love her dearly, and miss her dreadfully.
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The day that I met him was incidentally the same day that I realised just how underused and unappreciated the word 'wonderful' is. The four of us were on the floor, and his best friend accidentally rolled headfirst into a wall. His laughter filled the room as best friend sat up, rubbing the back of his head with an irritated expression.
"That was wonderful!" he exclaimed in the way that I would soon learn was extremely characteristic of him, and what would become one of his most prominent defining features in my eyes.
Wonderful, as it seemed, was his go-to word for anything that happened that he found amusing or even just worth positively acknowledging. Whether it was something that made his ribs hurt from mad laughter, or something that awed him, it was always the same three words.
"That was wonderful."
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I twitched my nose in mild aggravation. It itched terribly, but I knew that should I relieve that itch, my finger would come away blackened with marker. I crossed my eyes, attempting to peer more closely the cat whiskers that my friend had hastily etched upon my face. I looked over at her, and smiled slightly at her own whisker-marred face. At least we were ridiculous together.
Of course, I was perfectly aware of how 'normal' we actually appeared in our pursuit of abnormality. This was all so typical, but I remained enthusiastic nonetheless.
"Ellie, why're there whiskers drawn on your face?" Asked the girl sitting across from me on the crowded bus. She pushed her curly brown hair away from her face, looking at me expectantly.
I answered her quickly, giving some brief explanation about youtubers. Our conversation quickly moved on to the upcoming season of our mutually-favourite television show: Doctor Who.
Our conversation-turned-debate was quickly growing heated when a voice sounded, just to her left. It was clear and soft, low and husky, but easily heard over the noise of the bus.
 	"The Angels could take the Silence any day."
I looked over at the owner of the dulcet tones, determined to find out why I hadn't been acquainted with him before. I stopped short, however, as I saw him.
He was sitting casually beside my debate companion, one arm draped over a metal pole and ankles crossed. He wore a dull blue-purple button-down and blue jeans. His dark hair was neatly coiffed, and he was smiling crookedly.
I stared intently at him for a brief moment before opening my mouth and proclaiming, much to my present and ongoing embarrassment, "You're going to be my best friend."
He smirked, giving me a small two-fingered salute. "Alex."
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My sock-clad feet dangled off of the splintering wooden porch. It was a blisteringly hot July afternoon, and the palm of my right hand rested against my jaw. I blinked slowly, the summer heat rendering my brain sluggish and nearly useless. Across from me, my best friend and constant companion of almost six years had struck a similar pose. I gazed aimlessly at her for a while, my eyes tracing the gentle slope of her jaw and the soft waves of her chin-length blonde hair.
	I was pulled from my warmth-induced reverie by the sound of her voice. “Ellie,” she began, her tone rough with discomfort, “I’m hot. Can we do something else? Preferably cooling.”
	I blinked rapidly a few times, trying to jumpstart my uncooperative brain. “Yeah,  sure,” I told her. “Any suggestions?”
	“No...” she said thoughtfully, getting up and beginning to walk around the back of my house. Thinking that she had simply grown weary of laying on my porch, I let her go.
	Just as my eyes had begun to sag closed once again, I felt a startlingly cold splash of water against the hot flesh of my back and arms. I uttered a small shriek and jumped up from my position, turning to see my friend holding my garden hose with a maniacal look upon her face. She sprayed me again, all the while laughing like a hyena.
	“I’m cooling you down!” came her excited voice. I grinned then. I did feel better, and the heat was nearly as unbearable now. But still, there were principles that must be upheld.
	“I’ll get you back for that!” I yelled, racing across my lawn in pursuit of my attacker.
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	I inhaled deeply, my face pressed against the warm, delicious-smelling flesh of his neck. I loosened my grip around his neck, leaning against the back of the front seat so as to get a better look at his face. We were curled around each other in the backseat of a friend’s car; my arms around his neck and his around my waist as was characteristic of us. The slight bumpiness of the ride didn’t faze us anymore, as we had long since gotten accustomed to the severity of the driver’s turns.
	After a few moments of smiling wanly at him, I lowered my head down to his shoulder. Squeezing him tightly, I tilted my head slightly and place my lips against the shell of his ear. “Love, love, love,” I murmured gently.
	He pushed me away slightly, his eyes locked on my face for a brief moment before he shook his head. “You really do love me.”
	To me, it sounded like a realisation. His eyes were bright, and I’m sure that mine were shining with emotion. He hugged me to him once again, and I kissed his neck serenely.
	“I really do.”
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EDIT: I don't know what's up with the formatting. Sorry.

title: A series of stories

question: How did Ellie's friend cool her down?

answer: Ellie's friend collected the hose. While Ellie dozed on the porch with her eyes closed her friend splashed cold water all over her.


text:
So I wrote this two years ago for a creative writing class.  My grade was good, but I want to know what you guys think.  I'll have more if you like it.

The Shadowlands

My world is dark, my mind is broken.  Time flows endlessly like the sand under my feet.
I wandered here seeking death, only to find pain.  My memories are gone, my purpose is an end.  An end to this cursed life I now live.  The reason for my curse is long forgotten, and I wander through the shadows, damned to immortality.  My body, scarred and aging, has long since become a prison.  I journeyed here as a young man, leaving behind my wife, my son, my village.  Once wealthy, I now possess only my clothing, the tattered and cracking leather a facsimile of my skin.  This place holds no food, no water, and no shelter from the wind and the dust.
	This is the Shadowlands, the Dark Sands, the Realm of The Damned.  A vast desert, full of coarse sand, howling wind, and eternal night.  No living creature prowls among the dunes, no plant sprouts from the sand.  The sky is as dry as the earth, offering no water to slake my thirst.  The only other inhabitants of this place are the dustlights.  Shining clouds of light, always in the distance, they are the one thing that gives me hope.  The hope is false, for those cursed lanterns of the desert are enchanting on sight, only to leave you in this horrible place when you get near.  Their magic is powerful, and no logic can exist in their presence.  The purest joy on sight, their cruel illusion fades once they disappear, leaving me to my crueler fate.
	I wandered here for weeks, years, maybe even decades.  Time has no passage here.  The moon always hovers directly above, a guide to no man.  I do not know how long I’ve wandered, only that my skin is withered and leathery upon my bones.  I’ve become an old man since I’ve come here, turned into a hermit by fate.  My throat stays parched, my stomach empty, my lungs fill with the dust of the desert.  Yet I cannot die.
	My curse is cruel, my fate is torture.  What I’d give to return to my family, my beloved wife and son.  They have probably long forgotten the man who left them all those ages ago, in the past time.  Any memories that do remain would be of a man who abandoned them, walked out of their lives, surrendering them to the world.  I remember not their faces, their voices, not even their names.  I only remember that I loved them.

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	I climb yet another dune in this endless sea of sand.  All I see are more dunes, even higher than the one underneath my feet.  In every direction they are taller, leaving me in their shadows no matter how high I climb.  I hold onto the hope that one day I’ll conquer the highest dunes, to see a world of life and light stretched out before me.  I dream of leaving their shadows, and casting my own shadow upon them.  This dream is weak, beaten out of me by time.  These sands, imbued with an ancient magic, always raise the landscape above me, keeping me in the shadow of giants.  The moon watches over like a cruel phantom, watching and judging, but not changing my fate.  Its power overcomes me; I sway in its pale light.  The world goes dark.
	I awake at the bottom of the dune, buried in sand.  How I wish that could be my final grave, the end to my merciless existence.  I stand up, watching the sand flow from the cracks in my skin, a macabre hourglass that tells no time.  The dunes tower over me, like mountains over a field mouse.  The moon watches on.
	As I struggle upon the shifting sands of the next great hill, I feel elation.  With that elation comes a gnawing sense of dread.  The only source of happiness in this wicked place is the dustlights, those shining beacons of false hope.  I gaze upwards, and upon the crest of the dune, I see it.  Shimmering in the eternal night, it shines with a holy light, beckoning me closer.  I feel a new strength as I surge towards the shining sphere of fog.  I struggle to climb the dune, the sand giving away beneath my feet.  I summit the hill, looking up to see the dustlight upon the next.  Sprinting down the slope, I tumble.  Sand catches on my clothing and hair as I roll downhill.  I get back to my feet at the bottom, and begin to ascend towards the light.  I run, sand flying out behind me.  I can almost see the inner source of the light’s power; can almost see past the haze into its depths.  When I finally rise to the summit, the light is gone.  I’ve exerted myself beyond my capacities.  The shadows take me.
	I awake to darkness.  Not the dark of night, but the deep blackness of blindness.  I can see nothing.  The moon is gone, that heavenly judge of the damned.  I feel sand around me; feel the grit against my skin.  I have gone blind.  This seems like a sweet mercy, taking away the endless vistas of desert.  My blindness makes me immune to the dustlights, for without my sight, I cannot witness their power.  I would feel elation if this put an end to my fruitless efforts to die, if this was the veil of death.  But it is not so, for I can still feel the cool sand of the desert, the grains brushing against my cheek.  I begin to feel the hunger and thirst that I always feel, yet had been able to ignore for all this time.  I feel as though I’ll go mad without water, my throat burns as if I had taken a deep breath of smoke into my lungs.  My stomach feels as though it is eating me from within.  I scream out, pleading for mercy from this desert, from my curse, from the moon, that supreme ruler of the night.  I begin to cry, but not tears of water, for my body holds none.  I cry tears of blood.  I cannot see them, but I taste their salty, metallic taste as they run into my mouth.  This must surely be the end, I plead that it be the end.  I feel the fingers of madness take hold upon my mind.  Probing, squeezing, they penetrate deeper.  I surrender my consciousness to the pain.
	I awake to a thrilling elation, complete happiness filling my body.  I feel no pain, no sadness.  My hunger and thirst are gone, replaced by pure joy.  I laugh to the heavens, a high shriek of mania.  I open my eyes, and a bright light surrounds me.  I still lay upon the sand, but a shining dome covers me.  I sense that this dome is made of the dustlights, but my happiness will allow no negativity.  The light and joy are driving me mad, insane giggles pouring from my mouth like a waterfall.  I tear at my clothes, standing up and dancing around in this feeling.  Laughter flies from my mouth like birds spooked from a tree.  I feel a pressing around me, and the dome grows smaller.  I feel as though my mind will break from my body, my mania fleeing this prison.  I’m on the verge of madness.  With one last howl of insane joy, I collapse.
	I fall back to the sand, waiting for the phantoms of unconsciousness to cover me.  They do not come.  I lay upon the sand, staring at the light.  My body has collapsed, trapping me inside.  As I gaze upwards, the dome expands.  I can feel the happiness drain away, my sanity dripping back in.  The dome grows to gigantic proportions, an atmosphere of dustlights surrounding me.  I am lying there, unable to move, when it pierces me.
	A thin ray of light stabs through my heart like a burning sword.  More follow, threatening to rip apart my mind and body.  I feel their raw power invading my very being.  I start to feel new emotions, emotions not felt in this damned existence.  I feel proud, confident, comfortable, and safe.  Memories flood back into me.  I remember old acquaintances, friends and family.  I remember my home, my village.  I remember walking its streets, remember its name.  It was Carahil.  I remember walking through it in the autumn, arm in arm with my wife.  I remember her name.  Cecilia.  I remember her amber eyes, golden hair.  I can see her soft skin, her delicate features.  I remember my son, his eager eyes, and his excitement at learning of the many treasures of the world.  I remember his name.  His name was Samuel.  He was eight.  I remember the love I had for them; remember summer nights spent with them in the fields, watching the stars.  I remember that autumn, the autumn of my damnation.  The memories flood back.  I scream.
	I suddenly remember more, I remember that Cecilia was with child.  She was carrying what would be our second child.  She was hoping for a little girl, the daughter she always dreamed of.  She wanted to be a good mother, taking care of herself as she had with Samuel.  She stayed at home, at our beautiful house on the hill outside the village, while I went into town to do business.  It was a cool autumn day, and I had gone to buy food for the coming months.  I took our wagon, leaving Samuel to take care of his mother.  I spent around four hours bartering, conversing, and learning of the local news.  It was dusk when I headed home, the wagon creaking towards the sunset.  I arrived back home, led the horses back into their stalls, and stored the wagon.  I walked into the house to fetch Samuel to help me carry goods into the house.  The house was silent when I arrived.  I walked through the kitchen, calling their names.  I walked down the hallway, and still no answer.  Finally, I arrived at our bedroom.  In the middle of the bed, among the bloodstained sheets, lay Cecilia.  She was unconscious, the blood still wet.
I rushed to her side, attempted to wake her up.  She opened her eyes slightly, moved her mouth, but no words came out.  I rushed into the spare room, ripping off the fresh sheets, brought them to her.  I attempted to stop the bleeding.  Tears ran down my face.  As I attempted to bring her back, Samuel walked in.  He called out his mother’s name, announced his arrival.  I rushed into the hall, yelled at him to run to the village and fetch the doctor.  He questioned me as to why, and I roared for him to get a doctor.  He left, and I sat next to Cecilia, crying and praying.
	A few hours later the doctor steps quietly out of the bedroom, a somber look on his face.  He informs me that Cecilia will survive, but she is weak.  Our second child, however, is lost.  I let out a great sob, sliding down the wall, my head on my knees.  The doctor gives me instructions for her care and then departs.  Samuel is in his room sleeping, his run exhausted him.  I go into the kitchen, and pull a bottle from the shelf.  Gulping deeply, I feel the warm numbing sensation that I resisted for so long.  I promised Cecilia I would never drink once I was a father.  I broke that promise on that autumn night.
	An hour later, the house is quiet and dark.  My body is numb from the alcohol, but my mind feels sharper.  Samuel, my beloved son, betrayed me.  I told him to watch over his mother, and he left to frolic in the woods and meadows.  We lost our second child because he left his mother to play.  I feel a deep rage, an uncontrollable anger.  I get up from the table, stumbling down the hall.  I approach his room and open the door.  He lies there sleeping, and I stagger to his bedside.  I stand over him, and then raise an open hand.  I bring it down on his peaceful face.  I strike him again, then again.  Three times total.  He never moves.  Then I lift him from the bed and throw him against the wall.  He lies there, motionless. I know that he is dead, can feel it in my blood.  I leave his room, walking to the next.  There lies Cecilia, my darling, my love.  I stand by her bedside, grasping the bottle left by the doctor.  In it lies a clear greenish liquid.  I uncork the bottle, jamming her mouth open and forcing the medicine down her throat.  I don’t want her to have to live with the death of her two children.  She wakes up, struggling weakly.  I hold her down, waiting for the stillness to come.  It does, and I stagger outside.  Kneeling on the grass, I curse the world, my son, my wife.  I curse the moon, that great observer, for not aiding me.  I sense it communicating with me, trying to pass a message.  I feel my mind go black.  My consciousness slips away.

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	I awake in the desert, the dustlights are gone.  The moon has returned.  I bleed from my mouth, my nose, my ears and my eyes.  Blood flowing, crimson life draining from me.  I lie there motionless, and then feel movement come back.  I stand, blood streaming down my skin.  I am not dying, I am perfectly conscious of the pain.  I look to the moon, and I know.  I know why I have been cursed, I know why I am not allowed to die, and I know why I am forced to wander these cursed wastes.  I know that my prior wanderings were merciful.  For now I know.  The knowledge of my deeds does not fade.  It is seared deep in my mind.  I know that I will live forever with this knowledge, with this guilt.  I know that I will wander in anguish through this desert, among these endless sand and dunes, for millennia.  I know the dustlights won’t return, that their purpose is fulfilled.  I know that this torture is eternal.  I know that I will live forever in the Shadowlands, the Dark Sands, the Realm of The Damned.  I know that I am cursed to immortality in the eternal night.

title: I wrote this two years ago for a creative writing class.  My grade was good, but wanted to see what you guys thought.  Also, this is my first post, so tell me if I'm doing anything wrong.  Thanks!

question: What does the text say about demons?

question: What does the text say about the Shadowlands?

answer: The Shadowlands, also known as the Dark Sands or the Realm of The Damned, is a vast desert full of coarse sand, gigantic dunes, howling wind, and eternal night. There are no living creatures or plants in the Shadowlands because it is dry and it never rains. The only inhabitants of the Shadowlands are the dustlights - shining clouds of light that are nothing more than mirages that vanish when one gets near. Time is meaningless here. Those who have committed unspeakable horrors (such as the narrator) are cursed to roam the Shadowlands as immortals. There is no food or water and there is nothing to satiate their hunger or quench their thirst. They carry with them the knowledge of their past deeds seared deep into their minds to torture them for eternity.

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

answer: The narrator was married and had a son. His wife was Cecilia and she was pregnant with their second child. She had amber eyes, golden hair, soft skin, and delicate features. They had a son named Samuel. He was eight years old. He had eager eyes and was always excited to learn about the many treasures of the world. The narrator loved them very much. They lived in the village of Carahil and the narrator remembers walking its streets with Cecilia and spending time with them both in the fields watching the stars.

question: Summarize the tragic events that led to the narrator's damnation.

answer: The narrator had a wife named Cecilia, who was pregnant, and an eight-year-old son named Samuel. From all accounts, he loved his family dearly. One day, the narrator left for town to buy supplies and was only gone for four hours. Cecilia stayed home due to her pregnancy, and he asked his son to watch over her. When the narrator came home, his son was nowhere to be found and Cecilia was lying in bed soaked with blood. Samuel returned and the narrator told him to fetch a doctor, but it was too late. She miscarried and they lost the baby. The doctor gave the narrator medicine and said Cecilia will survive, but is very weak and needed care. The grieving narrator got drunk and blamed everything on Samuel, who was supposed to watch his mother. In a rage, the narrator went into his son's room and killed him. He also killed his wife so that she wouldn't have to live with the death of her two children. The narrator then curses the world, his son, his wife, and the moon.


text:
She was wearing a black t-shirt, tight jeans, and a gray mesh drape. That was on the first night I kissed her. She shook a little bit. She was nervous, and I missed her mouth. We laughed and looked at the ground nervously.

That was on our first date. We laid on a blue blanket for most of the day, in the grassy opening next to Kelly Drive in Philadelphia. I remember how easily conversation flowed. I remember being worried that I was talking too much: not giving her enough time to answer. I remember the breeze coming off the river and her perfume.

I remember our first anniversary. We were with our friends in a cabin in the Pocono Mountains. The house was so tucked back into the forest we thought it was the perfect setting for a horror movie. We left the window open at night, and it got so cold she made me put my arms into her shirt holes to keep her warm.

I remember how everything slowly fell apart. I moved to Philadelphia permanently. She had her own goals to accomplish in Happy Valley. Sometimes we fought over something, and sometimes we fought over nothing. Late nights out to dinner and casual dates around town turned to lying on the couch and watching TV. She liked to spend time with her friends more than spending it with me. I liked to spend time with my friends more than spending it with her.

When I cheated on her I felt no remorse for weeks. It wasn’t really cheating anyway. I had already been planning on ending the relationship for months. It took four weeks to realize I had thrown a four-year relationship away, but my mind was set. I was proud of the way I ended things. I refused all of her calls and ignored all attempted interaction. We were too young.

Now I’m standing outside of what seems like a festival. Purple flowers line a walkway to an enormous tent about half a football field away. I can hear children laughing, but they are being hushed. My brand new Audi RS5 is neatly reversed into a spot behind me. I’m wearing my best suit from Brooks Brothers. I even grew my sideburns out like she preferred. I hate my sideburns.

I had told her to wait back then. I told her to make sure she wanted me, to make sure she wouldn’t find anyone better. I never thought she would take me up on that offer. I told her we needed to find success apart from one another. I found it. For some reason all of the money didn’t seem so important now.

It takes a bit of talking to get into the wedding. She had hired one of her brother’s friends as an usher. He recognizes me. I promise him I won’t say a word to anyone inside. I just ask to be able to see them take their vows. He is visibly drunk and caves quickly.

The vows are beautiful. She is beautiful. I see her parents again for the first time in three and a half years from across the crowd. Her mother is an emotional wreck, and her dad seems like he wants to be. There are a lot of unfamiliar faces. They must be his family. After four years you know everyone in a family: Your family.

No one pays me mind. I don’t think they recognize me. I was not in shape the last time they had seen me and nowhere near as well dressed. Maybe they just don’t remember me.

I thought it was going to be easy to interrupt the wedding. They don’t actually say that line anymore, though. The one I’m talking about. There is no specific opening for me to interject. Instead I watch him kiss her. She seems to like it more than I remember her liking my kisses. I cringe. It is her wedding after all.

I cried. The two families and their friends hoot and holler. Her father and his father hug and clink glasses. I wonder how it would be if my father had been there instead.

She was crying. He might have been. She started to scan the crowd, waving and smiling ecstatically.  I still stood in the back of the tent. It was time for me to leave.

I would trade every job offer, one-night stand, and dollar to stand where he stands. You can’t buy everything.

Her sister recognizes me as I pass by the open bar. She must have been working her way towards it as the crowd celebrated. She grabs my arm gently.

“Christian…?”

Her face looks worried. A mix of happiness and fear start to take over. I smile. I wave; pull my arm from her grasp. I hold my finger to my lips.

“Our Secret.”

She covers her mouth, turns around, and walks away. As I turn I see her order a drink from the bar. I guess this isn’t like the movies. I guess it isn’t normal to show up to a girl’s wedding uninvited: particularly if you planned to marry her yourself before. I laugh to myself. I wonder what could have happened if I had arrived earlier, if I drank more, if I did interrupt the wedding. I wonder how many fists, kicks, and elbows would have met my face.

I walk outside and lean against the back of my car. I do not want to be seen by any early departures. I pull out my last cigarette and wait for the tears to stop. She hated me smoking. I try to tell myself it is all worth it. I still have the money, the career, and the lifestyle.

I don’t have my best friend anymore, but she has hers. That feels okay to me. She always said you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too.

The paper butt starts to burn. I flick it. Time to go. I stand up and stretch. The tears are dry. I turn around and he is standing there. He’s smoking a cigar with someone I don’t recognize. Thank god.

I don’t know why, but I decide to strike up a conversation. He has no idea who I am. I guess she really never talked about me. We talk for almost half an hour. I’m surprised no one has realized he’s missing yet. He’s a better guy than me through and through. He’ll have time for the kids.

“You got a good one. Don’t let her go.”

He puffs from his cigar as I crouch into my car. A smile sits wide across his face.

“Never.”

I believe him.

title: Our Secret

question: What secret is the narrator keeping with the bride's sister?

answer: The narrator attends his ex-girlfriend's wedding after three years apart and no one recognizes him. As he passes by the bar, the bride's sister recognizes him and gives him a worried look. They agree that it would be kept secret as she turns and walks away.


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Malbaie}} The MALBAIE (_French: Lac Malbaie_) is a freshwater body located in the administrative region of Capitale-Nationale, in the province of Quebec, in Canada. Lac Malbaie straddles the regional county municipalities (RCMs) of:

-   La Côte-de-Beaupré Regional County Municipality: the unorganized territory of Lac-Jacques-Cartier;
-   Charlevoix Regional County Municipality: the unorganized territory of Lac-Pikauba.

Lac Malbaie is the main head lake of the Malbaie River. This mountain lake is entirely located in an area where forestry has always been the predominant economic activity. In XIXth, recreotourism activities took off. Due to the altitude, this lake is normally frozen from late October to early May; however, the safe period for traffic on the ice is usually November to April.

The forest road that follows the Jacques-Cartier River valley provides access to Lake Malbaie and Grands-Jardins National Park.

Geography

Lac Malbaie (altitude: 825 m) is located 3.2 km south of Lac à Jack (altitude: 820 m), 2.1 km north of lac des Neiges (altitude: 846), 4.3 km south of Fronsac Lake (altitude: 820 m), 39 km northwest of Baie Saint-Paul and 61.5 km north of Sainte-Anne-de-Beaupré. This lake is part of the Laurentides Wildlife Reserve.

The main hydrographic slopes near Lac Malbaie are:

-   to the east: the “Grande Coulée stream”, a tributary of the Sainte-Anne River (Beaupré),
-   to the west: the Montmorency River (whose head lake is Moran lake),
-   to the northwest: the Jacques-Cartier River (whose head lake is Nadreau Lake),
-   to the north: Jack's brook and the Malbaie River,
-   to the south: the rivière des Neiges (whose head lake is Lac des neiges).

The “Petit lac Tristan” (altitude: 893 m) turns out to be the head lake of the Malbaie River. It is located in a marshy area in a small valley in the high mountains. It discharges to the north where the water flows for 1.0 km through swamps to Lake Tristan (1.8 km long: altitude: 883 m) which the current crosses over its full length from south to north . This last lake is also surrounded by swamps. The discharge continues for 3.0 km north to Lake Gamache (0.86 km long; altitude: 866 m) which the current crosses from south to north for 0.6 km. This last lake has a large central island.

From Lac Gamache, the water flows north for 1.4 km to the outlet of Lac Lamfort (altitude: 929 km). From there, the Malbaie River descends 5.7 km to Lac Fradette (2.5 km long, facing northeast: altitude: 838 m), which the current crosses over its full length. Lac Frenette receives from the northwest the waters of Lakes Carroll (altitude: 851 m), Milton (875 m) and Brunette (842 m). From the mouth of Lac Fradette, the river flows 2.4 km northeast to Lac Malbaie. The current of the Malbaie River crosses this lake from south to north for 2.3 km.

The mouth of Lac Malbaie is located to the north. The waters of the Malbaie River then flow northeast for 3.8 km to Ruisseau à Jack, which forms the outlet of a series of lakes including Lac à Jack, Lac Fronsac and Petit Lac à Jack (altitude: 820 m). The next 6.4 km segment of the Malbaie River route constitutes the southern limit of the Grands-Jardins National Park with the Laurentides Wildlife Reserve. The Malbaie river continues its course towards the east, going up a priori towards the north, then by bifurcating towards the south to go to flow in La Malbaie in the Saint Lawrence River.

Toponymy

On a 1852 map of provincial surveyor Frederic William Blaiklock, the spelling of this lake is “Mal-Bay”. The map of the Laurentides National Park, published in 1954, refers to “Grand L. Malbaie”. This toponym also appears on other maps published in 1929, 1950 and 1958.

The toponym “Lac Malbaie” was formalized on December 5, 1968 at the Place Names Bank of the Commission de toponymie du Québec[1].

Related articles

-   Lac-Pikauba, an unorganized territory
-   Lac-Jacques-Cartier, an unorganized territory
-   Charlevoix Regional County Municipality
-   La Côte-de-Beaupré Regional County Municipality
-   Laurentides Wildlife Reserve
-   Malbaie River

[1] Commission de toponymie du Québec - Bank of Place Names - Toponym: Lac Malbaie

title: Malbaie Lake (La Côte-de-Beaupré)

question: Summarize the history of the lake's name.

answer: According to the passage, the lake's name was first written as Mal-Bay on an 1852 map. A 1954 map refers to the site as Grand L. Malbaie. It appears that in the hundred years after the 1852 map, Mal-Bay's spelling adapted its pronunciation. The Place Names Bank of Quebec would have Lac Malbaie formalized in 1968, which would be the iteration of the name as of the time of the passage's writing.


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Grey light sank into the cell, revealing the other occupants -
An old woman, cradling her head between her knees, rocking feebly.
A teenage boy with a bloody nose, who mopped at his face half-heartedly.
A man, ashy beard and blackened face, who only stared up at the light with mouth hanging open. All at once a cough would rattle his chest and then he would fall still again.
And there was me, in my own corner of the cell, reeking in the same clothes I had been abducted with two weeks ago. Ambushed in the hospital after my bite, quietly commanded to dress, leave my things, I wouldn't need them where I was going. The men, three of them in military ware, each had the butt of a gun jutting from his belt. You can't argue with that.
And now I was their prisoner, a quiet concentration camp for the bitten. We were infected, more men in sullied commando gear insisted. They looked on us like rabid dogs, gun barrels following us wherever we turned.
The first three nights I railed against the cell door, splintering wood and making iron sing until my hands bled. The other occupants just watched me with hollow eyes. My son, you can't keep me from him. You can't lock me up, treat us like animals.
You were bitten, they hissed through the bars. You're not a man anymore.

title:
Bitten
(1)

question: Why is the narrator imprisoned?

answer: He was bitten and got infected. It's likely to be a zombie infection.

question: Why does the narrator want to get out?

answer: He wants to see his son, and he's not content with being treated like animals.

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: In a cell inside a concentration camp for the infected, or "bitten", people.

question: How many people are in the cell other than the narrator, and who are they?

answer: There are three others; an old man, a teenage boy, and an old woman.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: In the cell, there are four people. An old woman, a teenage boy, an old man, and the narrator, who is there with the clothes he had when he was apprehended by three military men. Their captors don't look at them as human. You're bitten they say; infected, no longer human.


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Feb 27, 2019

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    -   NBA writer for ESPN.com since 2008
    -   Former contributor and editor at NPR

TORONTO -- After the Celtics suffered their worst loss of the season, a 118-95 drubbing Tuesday at the hands of the conference rival Raptors, Boston starting shooting guard Marcus Smart said the team is "just not together," in contrast to the Celtics squads in recent seasons that exceeded expectations.

"What are the main ingredients to those collapses? Not being together," Smart said. "And that's it. We're just not together. Plain and simple. That's it. Because if we were together, that wouldn't happen. We're all talking and linking up, but like I said, it's something we're going through, and it's something we're going to have to continue to work at and figure it out."

The Celtics and Raptors played a crisp, competitive first quarter befitting two Eastern Conference preseason favorites. They combined for 15 assists and only three turnovers, with the Celtics leading 32-30 headed into the second quarter.

But following a pair of made free throws by Celtics backup point guard Terry Rozier, the Raptors mounted an 18-0 run to lead 48-34. The Celtics never narrowed the deficit to fewer than 11 points, as the Raptors dominated the game with precision passing, quick second-side actions and transition baskets.

"I thought we were just outplayed in every which way," Celtics coach Brad Stevens said. "I don't want to take away from Toronto, but am I thrilled about how we played? No."

After the game, Stevens said the Celtics' defensive failures were the latest in an unsettling pattern during their current three-game losing streak.

"This is real," the coach said. "The reality is that we're taking a lot of shortcuts and not being as solid as we have been in the past in the last two games. I thought we were really good against Milwaukee. So, it's not like we don't know what we need to do, but for whatever reason, we've taken too many shortcuts. You can't do that against any team. Certainly tonight, they exposed us and played great."

Asked how the Celtics could address the defensive shortcuts characterized by Stevens, Celtics guard Kyrie Irving responded, "I don't know. It's up to Brad."

In recent weeks, Irving has been expressive about his perceptions of the challenges present in the Celtics' locker room this season and the specific burdens of assuming the mantle of leadership of a talented roster. He has openly challenged teammates, both on the floor and in explicit comments to the media.

On Tuesday, Irving was asked whether he agreed with Smart's blunt assessment of the Celtics as a team that isn't together.

"That's Marcus' opinion," Irving said. "I respect it."

Stevens was more decisive in his appraisal.

"We have to be more connected as a team," he said. "It's been a theme for a while."

In addition to Tuesday night's blowout, the Celtics were embarrassed Saturday by a 16-44 Chicago Bulls team, and Boston hasn't won since the All-Star break.

Smart and Celtics big man Al Horford expressed concern that this season's Celtics were less resilient in absorbing blows from opponents. Last season, Gordon Hayward was lost on opening night, and Irving was sidelined in early March for the remainder of the season. The undermanned Celtics took the Cleveland Cavaliers to seven games in the Eastern Conference finals.

"For whatever reason, we're not fighting, continuing to fight at that level like in the past," Horford said. "It happened in Chicago where we didn't recover, and it happened again tonight."

Smart, who is noted for his defense and ability to impact the game on the margins, expressed frustration at his team's inability to capitalize on the sort of effort plays that had been its hallmark.

"Right now, it doesn't surprise me because that's just how things are going for us," Smart said. "It surprises me in the fact that that's not who we are, but at this moment, it doesn't. We've just gotta fix it. Like I said, it's going to be fixed. It can and will be fixed. It's just not going at the pace we expected it to."

Patience is at a premium for Boston. Tuesday's defeat dropped the Celtics to 37-24, fifth in the Eastern Conference and two games behind the Philadelphia 76ers. The Celtics are 7½ games behind Toronto for the No. 2 slot, their seeding in last season's playoffs.

The Celtics will have an opportunity to erase Tuesday's blowout at Toronto with a home date against the 37-23 Portland Trail Blazers on Wednesday at TD Garden (8 p.m. ET, ESPN).

"That's the thing about this game," Smart said. "You've got to have a short memory. This game's over with, and we've gotta focus on tomorrow and get ready to come out and play."

Smart said that despite the slower timetable, he had reason to believe the Celtics could mold themselves into a cohesive unit in time for the postseason.

"Because everybody here's professional," he said. "Everybody here plays basketball, and everybody is really talented on this team. And I know the potential that we all have. So, it's just a matter of time."

question: What are the main ingredients of the Celtics' collapse?

answer: The main ingredients are not being together. Marcus Smart says that if they were together, it would not happen. They're all talking and linking up, but according to Smart it is something they are going through and something they will have to continue to work at.


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Assemble and build together.

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Square Enix has updated the official Japanese website for _Dragon Quest Builders 2_ with information and screenshots of the recently introduced multiplayer features.

Get the details below.

  ■ MULTIPLAYER

  BUILD TOGETHER

  Assemble your friends and build together in multiplayer!

  As you progress through the story, you will be able to invite players to your Vacant Island, as well as visit other players’ Vacant Islands in four-players maximum multiplayer. On PlayStation 4 you can play online multiplayer via the Internet, while on Switch you can play both online multiplayer via the Internet and offline multiplayer via local wireless communication. In multiplayer, you can build things together, or invite players to see the island you built while not allowing them to break or place anything. A new type of fun only possible in multiplayer awaits!

  _—Up to four players can enjoy multiplayer via the the Internet or Switch local wireless communication!_

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  _—Communicate with other players using gestures!_

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  _—Multiplayer settings include: “Bonus Chests,” “Chests,” “Permission to Build,” “Destruction,” “Sunlight Cycle,” “Weather Cycle,” “Block Item Drops,” and “Character Item Drops.”_

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  _—Build huge structures with friends!_

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  Enjoy multiplayer even more with a vehicle!

  In _Dragon Quest Builders 2_, a vehicle that can quickly travel to faraway locations will appear. In multiplayer, you can ride this vehicle around with four players inside. Load everyone up and head out to explore!

  _—Check out the vehicle’s cool bug-like form!_

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  _—Four players can ride together! Move from one place to another easily in multiplayer!_

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  CHARACTER CREATION

  Stand out in multiplayer! Dress up with character creation!

  In _Dragon Quest Builders 2_, you can change the appearance of the protagonist to your liking. While you can customize the appearance of the protagonist at the beginning of the game, you can also change the protagonist’s gender and appearance after you have already started the game by using the “Dresser” furniture. Choose equipment and accessories unique to you and stand out among the crowd.

  _—Change the protagonist’s gender and appearance to your liking!_

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  _—Fashionably coordinate your equipment and accessories!_

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  _—Stand out among the crowd in multiplayer!_

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question: What does the text say about how to kill Dragons in the game?

question: What does the text say about Dragon Quest Builders 2?

answer: Square Enix has updated the official Japanese website for Dragon Quest Builders 2 with information and screenshots of the recently introduced multiplayer features. The game is available on PlayStation 4 and Nintendo Switch. Players can play online multiplayer via the internet on the PS4, while on Switch, they can play both online multiplayer and offline local wireless communication. Up to four players can enjoy online multiplayer or offline local wireless communication (via Switch). Multiplayer settings include “Bonus Chests,” “Chests,” “Permission to Build,” “Destruction,” “Sunlight Cycle,” “Weather Cycle,” “Block Item Drops,” and “Character Item Drops.” Players can purchase Dragon Quest Builders 2 at 5% off by using the code: GEMATSU.

question: Describe the new multiplayer features of Dragon Quest Builders 2.

answer: One of the new features of Dragon Quest Builders 2 allows players to assemble their friends and build together. Players can invite other players to their Vacant Island and vice-versa, while not allowing their guests to break or place anything. Up to four players can enjoy multiplayer via the internet (PS4, Nintendo Switch) or offline wireless communication (Switch only). In Dragon Quest Builders 2, players can use a vehicle that travels to faraway locations quickly. The vehicle can seat four players. Players can also change and customize the appearance of their character using the "Dresser" furniture.


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[Franz von Lenbach, _Portrait of Alois Hauser the Elder_, 1900] ALOIS HAUSER (17 February 1831 - 7 March 1909) was a German art restorer, court painter and curator.

Life

He was born in Burladingen (then part of the small principality of Hohenzollern-Hechingen) in 1831 as a potter's son. Aged fourteen he studied under the decorative painter Kaspar Lieb (1803–1864) in Hettingen. Thanks to help from the businessman Anton Carry (1797–1860), who had been in charge of the art gallery in Hechingen since 1845, he then went to Augsburg between 1847 and 1854 to study under the painter and art-restorer Anton Deschler (1816–1881) and to attend the city's Kunstschule im Polytechnikum, which was based in the former Katharinenkloster, as was the new Staatsgalerie, founded in 1835.

Probably again through Carry's influence, Hauser met Constantine, who had been living in Silesian Löwenberg since ceding Hohenzollern-Hechingen to the Kingdom of Prussia after the German revolutions of 1848–49. Hauser took over from Carry as curator of Constantine's collection of paintings, which moved from Hechingen to Löwenberg in the early 1850s, and was officially made curator and court-painter in 1855. Hauser also continued to work as a painter on the open market via an art-dealer in Bamberg in Upper Franconia, who obtained much more lucrative commissions for him. This persuaded him to move to Bamberg in 1861, where in a few years he gained a good reputation as a restorer and work on public collections such as the German National Museum in Nuremberg, founded in 1852. He also carried out restoration for Bamberg's own Kunstinstitut from 1865 onwards as well as being appointed conservator of the city's paintings in 1869.

As a restorer he was part of a new generation which analysed historical painting techniques so as to assess how best to restore the paint surface, as described in his 1896 _Anleitung zur Technik der Oelmalerei_.[1] His growing reputation in the field led him to move again in 1875, this time to Munich, where he took over the Alte Pinakothek's conservation department. In 1885 he was appointed its conservator and four years later a professor. There he worked on Durer's _Paumgartner altarpiece_, Rubens' _The Great Last Judgement_ and van Dyck's _Susanna and the Elders_. In 1887 he also restored the _Darmstadt Madonna_, a campaign recognised with its own exhibition,

Trainees in his conservation studio in Munich went on to work at other major European museums, including his own son Alois Hauser the Younger (1857–1919), who became head restorer at the Gemäldegalerie (Berlin) in 1887, and Otto Vermehren, later Head of Conservation at the Uffizi in Florence. Hauser the Elder died in Munich in 1909 and was buried in Schwabing, with the funeral oration given by Franz von Reber, director of the Bayerischen Staatssammlungen, stating that Hauser was “not only the best, but the best in his field in his time”.[2]

Bibliography (in German)

-   Burger, Friedrich Richard: _Offener Brief an Herrn Professor Alois Hauser, I. Konservator an der Alten Pinakothek zu München_, München 1906 (Digital)
-   Holland, Hyacinth: _Hauser, Alois_. In: _Biographisches Jahrbuch und Deutscher Nekrolog_ 14 (1912), S. 164–167 (Digital)
-   Senn, Ernst: _Zur Bildkunde Hohenzollern. Fr. von Lenbach: Professor Alois Hauser 1831–1909_. In _Hohenzollerische Jahreshefte_ 7 (1940), S. 110–113
-   Mandt, Petra: _Alois Hauser d. J. (1857–1919) und sein Manuskript “Über die Restauration von Gemälden”_. In: _Zeitschrift für Kunsttechnologie und Konservierung_ 9 (1995), Heft 2, S. 215–231

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[2] Holland 1912, p. 167

title: Alois Hauser the Elder

question: Where was Alois Hauser the Elder born?

answer: Alois Hauser the Elder was born in Burladingen.

question: How old was Alois Hauser the Elder when he started studying under Kaspar Lieb?

answer: Alois Hauser the Elder was fourteen when he started studying under Kaspar Lieb.

question: When was Alois Hauser the Elder officially made curator and court-painter of Constantine's paintings?

answer: Alois Hauser the Elder was officially made curator and court-painter of Constantine's paintings in 1855.

question: What conservation department did Alois Hauser the Elder join in 1875?

answer: Alois Hauser the Elder joined the Alte Pinakothek's conservation department.

question: Who gave Alois Hauser the Elder's funeral oration?

answer: Franz von Reber gave Alois Hauser the Elder's funeral oration.

question: What van Dyck's work did Alois Hauser the Elder work on restoring?

answer: Alois Hauser the Elder worked on restoring van Dyck's Susanna and the Elders.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Alois Hauser the Elder was a German art restorer and painter. Throughout his career he worked for several different collectors and institutions. His work was considered highly prestigious, and he worked on several very famous paintings.


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We, like the rest of the internet, are guilty of ragging on Kevin Durant quite often, usually with good reason (though if he comes to the Knicks, I take back everything I said). Whether he's spitting up perfectly good Bud Lattes or trolling his former team from his own Twitter account thinking it was his snake-y burner account, the guy often leaves everybody no choice but to drag him.

But this move, this is one we can only praise. On Tuesday night, Durant's Golden State Warriors were in Minneapolis to take on the Minnesota Timberwolves at the Target Center. After a road loss on Monday to the San Antonio Spurs, the Warriors bounced back with a 10-point win over the T-Wolves. Durant, who had a relatively tame night by his standards with 17 points and nine assists, was still in high spirits back at the team hotel after the win. Such high spirits, in fact, that after meeting a random dad on the elevator, Durant later showed up at said random's dad hotel room with a couple of pizzas in tow. Needless to say, the dad and his two sons were thrilled:

What a great guy is right. Next time we think about criticizing Durant for something, we'll try to remember this moment. Really cool move, and the kids got a picture afterwards as well:

Durant trying to build up some good pub before he bolts for New York and becomes a villain? Kidding, kidding (sort of).

question: Why does the author praise Kevin Durant?

answer: Because after meeting a random dad on the hotel elevator, he later showed up at said random's dad hotel room with a couple of pizzas for his sons.

question: Why do people often criticize Durant?

answer: Because he is spitting up and trolling good Bud Lattes, his former team.

question: Why are the boys thrilled?

answer: Because Durant brought them a couple of pizzas.

question: Where will Durant play after Bud Lattes?

answer: It is implied he will play for a team from New York.


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Most of everyone enjoyed yesterday’s post, so we’ll continue the squatting discussion. Today will focus on how squatting mechanics relate to weightlifting and tomorrow will discuss powerlifting.

I’ll preface this post with the clarification that I’m neither a high level Olympic weightlifter nor a high level Olympic weightlifting coach. I’ve competed at nationals, taken people to meets, and enjoy thinking about programming, mechanics, and how they relate to the function of muscular anatomy. I originally learned the lifts from Rippetoe and have slightly modified some things. I consider Glenn Pendlay a friend and have chatted with him about all kinds of topics in weightlifting. I don’t mention these two guys to get people flipping out about who is right or wrong, but acknowledging that the dichotomy between their coaching is out there on the internet.

First, I want to tell you a story. My first meet was at Spoon Barbell, which is a big barn in North Texas. The inside is dusty and has bars and colored plates scattered around the floor. Furniture lines the center so spectators can sit comfortably during meets. One of the couches is quite possibly the ugliest orange couch in the universe. This is where I first saw two time Olympian Chad Vaughn lift.

Chad is a shorter guy with a young looking face, a bit of scruff on his chin, and…fucking huge quads. I weighed about 222 at the time and was mirin’ his quad size. In contrast, he didn’t have steel cable hamstrings. It’s not that they were non-existant; it’s just that his quads looked like someone slapped some dwarvish armor on his thighs. I can’t remember exactly, but Chad clean and jerked about 180 (as a 77kg lifter) in that October meet in 2009. I later saw him at the Texas State meet and Senior Nationals in 2010. He’s a really nice guy and I wish I had more time to chat with him.

_Cool story, bro. What else ya got?_
There are several points to pull from this story. The first is that Chad has impressive quads. The second is that those quads aren’t just for show, but move a considerable amount of weight. The third is that he’s an Olympian. There aren’t many American Olympians anymore and he’s done it twice. Judging from his muscular distribution, it’s a good bet that he primarily front or high bar squats in training. So here’s a question: If he started low bar squatting, would he improve his best total?

Let’s ignore his age or limitations (his weakness might be overhead instead of the pull or clean recovery anyway). This isn’t a knock on low bar squatting, but instead observes the current state of adaptation — in this case muscularly — with a given athlete. An athlete’s end product, or current musculature, tells the story about how they train. The end product of the training program will provide support for how the program is conducted. For example, in Greg Everett’s _Olympic Weightlifting_ book, he teaches a very vertical dip-drive for the jerk that primarily uses the knee extensors to drive the weight up. This favors an athlete with a dominant anterior chain. When I originally read that when I got the book, I didn’t like that method and have implemented and coached something different. Part of my reasoning was that if I’m going to create an athlete that has more balance around his hips and knees, then I want to utilize what we created on the dip-drive itself. The result is a dip-drive that has a little bit of hip extension as well.

As you see, the end result of the athlete will dictate the mechanics and training program the coach recommends. The point is it’s not enough to assign a program — or squat style — without acknowledging the athlete. I think that coaches, regardless of level and prestige, all understand that yet the public (forum users, followers, disciples, etc.) do not.

That basically means that it’s possible to train athletes differently and have a successful end result, yet it’s not really possible to take the end result and transform it to how the coach wanted it done from the beginning. In the case of Chad, he’s so advanced from a muscular, strength, and adaptation perspective that approaching things drastically different would not produce similar or better results. It’s the same type of situation if a football team’s personnel is perfectly set up to play a 3-4 defense, and a new coach comes in and tries to change to a 4-3 scheme. The requirements of each position are completely different and this change would not go well if the same personnel were used (to continue the analogy, changing the personnel would also take a long time).

It’s possible to buck the system and deviate from what conventional methods dictate. In this case I’m referring to using a low bar squat for Olympic weightlifting when weightlifting history would favor the high bar squat. Instead of worrying about which squat or program to use, it should depend on the type of trainee and their level of advancement. Anyone who knows me understands that I’m not a zealot of one style of eating or programming because _it always depends_. This is probably irritating, especially for the people who just want to be given something to follow without having to think about it.

Let’s discuss some opposite view points on how to train a beginning weightlifter.
It really doesn’t matter what type of squat he does; he just needs to squat. Depending on his athletic background, he might easily fit into one squat or another. If a kid has always done high bar squats when looking at the ceiling, he’ll transition very nicely into a high bar squat. Squatting technique has two considerations: the musculature trained and the mechanics used. Properly executed mechanics are a learned skill. It’s the same as a free throw in basketball, a backhand in tennis, and a golf swing. It’s a skill that must be practiced over and over to solidify. However, lifting is different than those other sport examples because the intensity of the movement changes. In basketball, the ball doesn’t increase in weight during the game (although that’d be interesting).

If the young lifter’s goals were to snatch and clean and jerk in competition, would it behoove him to learn a completely different skill (in the form of the low bar squat)? Some people can seamlessly differentiate between the two (I’m one of them), but not everyone can. Whether the athlete can differentiate the two skills, will the low bar squat significantly produce an improvement to warrant it’s inclusion? A standard weightlifting coach would say, “Absolutely not. Why bother with the low bar when we can emulate the same mechanics of the snatch and clean with the high bar? Only using the front squat isn’t enough because more weight can be used with the high bar, therefore more of a progressive overload to get stronger within the confines of the snatch and clean mechanics.”

The low bar proponent would say, “A beginner needs strong hamstrings. Neglecting their posterior chain will only limit them at some point in their training. If the low bar can improve the second pull, then I want that strong in my beginner lifter. Also, I want to get more strong with the low bar and express that strength with the front squat.”

I think the problem with only low bar squatting with front squatting is that the muscular end product wouldn’t be suitable to lift the most weight with vertical torso mechanics. I didn’t front squat 180kx2 because I could low bar squat above 500; I had to build the muscular, strength, and skill of the front squat up in training.

Using the ‘high bar method’ for beginners necessitates assistance work for the hamstrings (like the RDL) during a linear progression and would favor doing the full lifts (i.e. squatting the snatches and cleans most of the time). The ‘low bar method’ could focus on primarily power snatching and power clean and jerking. After a linear progression with the low bar, it could be dropped in favor of the high bar and front squats for a few weeks while still doing the power version of the Olympic lifts, and then convert over to the full Olympic lifts.

The primary goal is to get the athlete stronger and get plenty of reps with the Olympic lifts, yet we’ve talked about two completely different paths of getting there. Either way, my observation and opinion is that the intermediate lifter benefits most from focusing on the movements that most closely mimic the mechanics of the actual Oly lifts. Personally I’d be more open to using the low bar in “off-season” periods when there aren’t any big meets coming up, but primarily in an assistance role.

However, ‘late stage intermediates’ and advanced weightlifters won’t bother with ancillary work and primary funnel their efforts into the lifts themselves with assistance that closely resembles the mechanics. That’s why we see the California Strength guys doing clean and jerk complexes, jerks from blocks, or hang work — it all directly resembles the competition lifts or is a piece of the competition lift.

Overall, the message is the same as yesterday: you need to squat. But in this case, squatting with mechanics that emulate the competitive lifts not only improves the skill of that positioning and ROM, but develops the musculature that would be optimal for applying force through the same position and ROM. That’s why I support using the high bar version overall and only support the low bar for beginners (it definitely helps the second pull).

question: Summarize what the narrator wanted to deduce from his story about Chad.

answer: The point that the narrator wanted to put forth with the story was that Chad has some impressive quads and that those quads aren't just to show but they also move a good amount of weight. Chad also happens to be an Olympian. The narrator also questions if Chad would improve his best total if he started low bar squatting.

question: Summarize what the text says about using different techniques.

answer: It is possible to train athletes differently and have successful end results. For example, Chad has advanced from a muscular, strength, and adaptation perspective, if the training method was to be changed drastically it would not produce better results. Just the same way in football, changing the defense scheme suddenly would not yield good results since every position demands differently.

question: What makes the narrator support the high bar version of squats?

answer: According to the narrator, the high bar version of squats lead to competitive lifts that along not only improve the skill of positioning but also develop the musculature that would be optimal for applying force through the same position.


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Washington (CNN)Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner are "pissed" at campaign manager Brad Parscale over his predictions of a much larger crowd than the one that turned out at the Tulsa rally Saturday night, according to a Trump campaign source.

"Jared and Ivanka are pissed at Brad over promising on crowd size," the source said.

A spokesperson for Kushner later Sunday said it's "false" that they are upset with Parscale. And Parscale declined to comment for this story.

President Donald Trump and his allies had ginned up expectations for a massive crowd in the days leading up to the rally, with campaign officials telling CNN that more than 1 million people had registered to attend and one local official stating they expected 100,000 to show up near the arena. Parscale had touted the numbers himself on Twitter last Monday.

Those crowds didn't appear Saturday, leading the campaign to abruptly abandon plans for the President to speak to an "overflow" area outside the arena. Just fewer than 6,200 people attended, the Tulsa Fire Department said Sunday. And six campaign staffers in Tulsa tested positive for coronavirus -- a revelation that reportedly caused Trump to erupt when the reports overtook coverage of the rally itself.

[Sick staff and empty seats: How Trump's triumphant return to the campaign trail went from bad to worse]

A separate campaign source said Trump also "has every right to be pissed" over the turnout in Tulsa.

"They gave adversaries and media a gift. It was overconfidence," the source said of Parscale and other campaign staffers close to the planning of the event.

Campaign officials should rethink the idea of holding rallies inside arenas and begin contemplating more open-air venues like aircraft hangars, the source continued.

Donors and friends of the President also have been fuming Sunday in the wake of Trump's poorly-attended rally, a person involved with the reelection effort told CNN.

The person said blame from this camp has focused squarely on Parscale, of whom some had already been skeptical. But some donors and allies feel the rally debacle — in which the campaign made a decision to inflate expectations about enthusiasm for the rally rather than manage them at a reasonable level — threw into sharp relief the existing management problems on the campaign, the person said.

"What happened last night is representative of a much bigger problem," the person noted.

As CNN has reported, some Republicans working with the campaign had grown concerned that the reelection team has not adapted quickly enough to the shifting political landscape ahead of November — with the global pandemic and national movement for racial justice continuing to tilt the race away from the one campaign aides were initially planning to run.

In the hours following the rally, Parscale took to Twitter to blame the poor turnout on a myriad of factors -- such as the media, protests and blocked security gates. He also pushed back on the suggestion that a coordinated effort encouraging people to register online and not show up in the days leading up to the rally could have played a role in turnout.

Another campaign adviser summed up the evening by saying "it went poorly."

Parscale was already under pressure inside the Trump campaign, the adviser said, as the President has occasionally expressed disappointment in his performance over the last several weeks.

Parscale is facing a "decline of confidence," from Trump's inner circle, the adviser added.

"Kellyanne (Conway), (Paul) Manafort and Corey (Lewandowski) never had rally size issues," the adviser said of Trump's former campaign managers.

_This story has been updated with additional developments._

CNN's Jamie Ehrlich contributed to this report.

question: Summarize both sides of the argument concerning Brad Parscale.

answer: A Trump campaign source has claimed that Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner are "pissed" at campaign manager Brad Parscale over his predictions of a larger crowd than the one that turned out at a Tulsa rally. A spokesperson for Kushner, on the other hand, claims this is false.

question: What does the article say about possible factors that contributed to the rally's low turnout?

answer: Parscale blamed the turnout on factors including the media, protests, and blocked security gates. He denied the suggestion that there was a coordinated effort for people to register online and not show up. A Trump campaign source also suggested that officials should rethink the idea of holding rallies inside arenas and begin contemplating more open-air venues. Blame for the poor turnout has been focused squarely on Parscale himself.

question: What does the article say about why Kellyanne Conway, Paul Manafort, and Corey Lewandowski are no longer Trump's campaign managers?


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MICAH KAI LYNETTE (born March 17, 2001) is a Thai figure skater. He is the 2019 Southeast Asian Games bronze medalist and has competed in the final segment at three ISU Championships – 2018 Junior Worlds, 2019 Four Continents, and 2020 Four Continents.

Personal life

Lynette was born March 17, 2001, in Honolulu, Hawaii.[1] He is the son of Fai, originally from Thailand, and Ethan Lynette, and has two siblings – twin brother Shane and younger sister Sasha.[2] In 2019, he graduated from Sehome High School in Bellingham, Washington.[3]

Career

Early years

Lynette started skating as a seven-year-old, in 2001.[4] As a child, he skated at Bellingham Sportsplex in Bellingham, Washington.[5] Around 2012, he began training at the Connaught Skating Club in Richmond, British Columbia, travelling across the border as often as five days a week.[6]

2017–18 season

In August 2017, making his senior international debut, Lynette placed 12th at the Asian Open Trophy in Hong Kong and fourth at the 2017 Southeast Asian Games in Malaysia. The following month, he appeared at his first ISU Junior Grand Prix (JGP) event.

In January, he competed at the 2018 Four Continents Championships in Taipei, Taiwan. Ranked 25th in the short program, he just missed the cutoff for the free skate. He was more successful in March at the 2018 World Junior Championships in Sofia, Bulgaria, where he qualified to the final segment and finished 23rd overall.

2018–19 season

Lynette reached the final at the 2019 Four Continents Championships, which took place in February in Anaheim, California. He ranked 19th in the short, 16th in the free, and 19th overall. In March, he competed at the 2019 World Junior Championships in Zagreb, Croatia, but did not advance to the final after placing 28th in the short.

2019–20 season

In December, Lynette won the bronze medal at the 2019 Southeast Asian Games in Mandaluyong, Philippines.[7] He ranked 23rd in the short, 20th in the free, and 21st overall at the 2020 Four Continents Championships in February in Seoul, South Korea.

Programs

+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| Season                | Short program         | Free skating          |
+=======================+=======================+=======================+
| 2019–2020             | -   Ameksa: The       | -   Piano Concerto in |
| [8]                   |     Shepard           |     F: Allegro        |
|                       | -   Poeta En El       |                       |
|                       |     Viento            |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| 2018–2019             | -   Ameksa: The       | -   Nocturnal Animals |
| [9]                   |     Shepard           |                       |
|                       | -   Poeta en el       |                       |
|                       |     viento            |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| 2017–2018             | -   Turning Page      | -   Nocturnal Animals |
| [10]                  |                       |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+

Competitive highlights

_CS: Challenger Series; JGP: Junior Grand Prix_

       International[11]
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             Event
        Four Continents
          Inge Solar
        Tallinn Trophy
         U.S. Classic
           SEA Games
          Asian Open
   International: Junior[12]
         Junior Worlds
            Canada
            Croatia
            France
         National[13]
           Thailand
         WD = Withdrew

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title: Micah Kai Lynette

question: What are some of Micah Kai Lynette's achievements?

answer: Micah Kai Lynette is a Thai figure skater who won the bronze medal in the 2019 Southeast Asian Games. He has also competed in the final segment at three ISU championships. Prior to his championship appearances, Lynette placed 12th at the Asian Open Trophy in Hong Kong and fourth at the 2017 Southeast Asian Games in Malaysia.