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   When I was younger, I was very close to my sister. We were best friends. We would climb trees together, try to beat each other at Mario Kart, and swim in the lake down the road from our house. I had friends as a kid, but none of them were ever as close to me as she was. She knew everything about me, and I got to hear all of her crazy secrets.

   I wish I could say that it's still that way today. Unfortunately, I lost my sister three years ago. We were coming home from the grocery store in my mom's car, laughing about a boy in her class. Everything was so normal, so average. I can still remember the sweet smell of the countryside as it flew past us, the pale blue sky slowly losing light above us.

   It was a beautiful summer evening that just went so wrong so quickly. She was still talking, telling me about the dream she'd had the night before, when I spotted a deer on the side of the road. I pointed to it and told her to slow down because there might be more around. She didn't hear me, because she was laughing at what she'd just said.

   It's so strange how your whole life can change in a fraction of a second. My sister had been living a normal life, caught up in a joke she'd made. It wasn't even that funny, but she closed her eyes in her own mirth for just a moment. And in that moment, I lost everything.

   I watched two deer leap into our path, and another one crash into the side of our car. The two in front of us were suddenly in our laps as the windshield gave way to their weight. My sister screamed and lost control of the car, and I couldn't move as we flew toward the trees. I couldn't even try to grab the wheel. I was frozen as my life was crashing around me, just like the glass still falling from its frame on the dashboard.

   I relive these seconds every night in my dreams. I think of every single thing I could have done differently. I've been over it thousands of times, and I always wake up crying, panting, trying to convince myself it wasn't my fault. I try to tell myself that we couldn't have avoided those deer or that tree. I force myself to accept that I could not have done anything to stop my sister from folding like a mattress when the tree trunk smacked her.

   The initial impact knocked the wind from my lungs and the sound from my ears. I was buckled in, but my head smashed into the dash with enough force to make me think I had flown out of the car and onto the road. I could feel a hot liquid oozing from my hairline, and everything was black and white. I tried to yell my sister's name, but my mouth could barely open and I couldn't hear anything at all except a loud ringing.

   I didn't know where I was or how I 'd gotten there. Everything was starting to get really foggy, besides being colorless, and I was so tired. My head felt extremely heavy and I couldn't feel my legs at all. It took a lot of work, but I managed to turn my head to the left to look at my sister. I wish I hadn't.

   She was looking at me. Her eyes are forever burned into my brain. She looked so twisted, so tortured. There was blood splattered on her face, and glass in her hair. I used all of my strength to lift my arm and grasp her hand with mine. She moved her lips and said something that I couldn't hear over the ringing in my ears. I tried to say, "I love you," but I don't know if anything came out through my clenched jaws. She squeezed my hand and I did my best to squeeze back, and everything went black.

   Every time I dream, I dream of this day. I live this scene over and over again. I always get to the part where she tells me something that I can't hear, and I try as hard as I can to understand it. Well, as best as I can in a dream where I really can't control anything. It tortures me that I can't hear what she's saying.
Her last words are all I want now.

   It's been three years. I want to be over this. I want to sleep and dream like a normal person does. I'm sick of watching my sister's death like a movie every time I close my eyes. It's torture, really. I don't know how much longer I can live like this. Everyone else seems to have moved on, but I'm still here in the same spot I was three years ago. I just want to escape this Hell.

   That's why I have this bottle with me now. My parents are on vacation in Arizona, and it's just me in this big, dark house. It's truly a beautiful home, and that much I'll miss. I'll miss the way the plush grass sways gently in the summer breeze. I'll miss the smell of the honeysuckles and the lake just a couple yards away. I'll miss the sound of the birds chirping in the morning sun, and the turkeys that sometimes gather outside our back door. This home is a wonderful place to live, but I'm not living anymore.

  The only time I feel anything at all is when I'm asleep, acting out the accident with my sister again and again. Sure, I'm participating in normal daily activities, but I'm just going through the motions. I've been waiting for something to come and end my time here, but it's just taking so long.

   I keep going to the doctor when I get so much as a cold, hoping I have some rare and deadly illness. I don't look when I cross the street, thinking perhaps some car will come along and plaster me across the road. I even walk alone at night in the city, not even bothering to look behind me. Almost hoping someone will come up and mug me, and kill me while they're at it.

 It isn't fair that my sister is gone and I'm still here. I don't know if anyone knows the way I feel inside, or if they'd even miss me. I don't really care anymore anyway. This world has held onto me for long enough. I'm leaving soon, and by my own hand, since I haven't been lucky enough to have been killed already.

   I know some people fight for their lives, and would tell me I'm selfish and lucky to still be here. I wish I had enough emotion left in me to feel bad about that. I wish I could take the amount of time I've got left and give it to someone who deserves it, someone who wants to be here. Someone like my sister.

   I should have been the one to go, not her. She had tons of friends and so much potential. I wish I could have saved her and given my own life instead. That's what should have happened, anyway. Now I watch her life end every time I lay down to dream mine away.

   I've taken one last walk through my house, and one last look at the beautiful world outside it. I'm ready to leave now. I wrote my goodbyes to my parents and my grandma, and I left them on the table. I hope they're not too torn up about my leaving, but they probably won't be. I'm a shell of who I used to be anyway, so really, they lost me a long time ago. At least, I hope that's how they view it.

   I have the bottle of pills in my hand now. They're something I bought from a shady guy in the back of a rundown pharmacy in the ghetto of my city. There's no label, but he promised me they would put me right to sleep. I know that sounds sketchy as hell and I probably shouldn't trust him, but I found him through a network of people dedicated to helping others end their pain, and I'm confident the pills will do their job.

   I line up the arrows on the childproof lid and pop the top off. Flipping the bottle
over, I let five or six pills tumble onto my open palm. I take a deep breath and calm myself. It's not easy to just kill myself, but I know it will be worth it just to end this awful existence. I think about my sister and what we'd be doing if she were still here. I probably wouldn't be committing suicide.

   It doesn't matter, though. I've run through the what ifs for days on end and it's no use to do it again. I lay the pills on my tongue and grab the glass of water I set on my nightstand. As I pour the drink down my throat, I feel relief wash over me. I'm finally leaving.

   I lay down and close my eyes, waiting for death to come and take me. As I do, I feel myself slip into that familiar dream again. I'm riding, I'm talking, I'm crashing, and I'm turning to look at my sister. Only this time, I can't hear the ringing. I can hear all the sounds of summer around me, and I see her open her mouth. I'm feeling myself fade into death as the pills start to do their magic, when I finally hear her speak. She sounds terrified, and I feel so guilty.

   "Don't let them take me!"

   Before the scene fades to black like it always does, some dark figures surround the car and wrap their arms around my sister. Her hand slips out of mine as the figures pull her out of the car.

   My dream is dissolving and all I see is black. I should be dead but I'm still here. I feel arms wrapping around me, squeezing me and pulling me out of my bed. Suddenly I don't want to die anymore. I don't want them to take me like they took my sister. But I already took the pills.

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title: [MS] My sister

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

answer: The narrator and her sister were best friends throughout their childhood. They shared everything. She died while driving because of deers that walk on the road, unable to hear the narrator's warning while laughing. Her death haunts the narrator for years, causing survivor's guilt.

question: What does the story say about overcoming grief?


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The largest war game in eastern Europe since the end of the cold war has started in Poland, as Nato and partner countries seek to mount a display of strength as a response to concerns about Russia’s assertiveness and actions.

The 10-day military exercise, involving 31,000 troops and thousands of vehicles from 24 countries, has been welcomed among Nato’s allies in the region, though defence experts warn that any mishap could prompt an offensive reaction from Moscow.

A defence attache at a European embassy in Warsaw said the “nightmare scenario” of the exercise, named Anaconda-2016, would be “a mishap, a miscalculation which the Russians construe, or choose to construe, as an offensive action”.

Russian jets routinely breach Nordic countries’ airspace and in April they spectacularly “buzzed” the USS Donald Cook in the Baltic Sea.

The exercise, which US and Polish officials formally launched near Warsaw, is billed as a test of cooperation between allied commands and troops in responding to military, chemical and cyber threats.

It represents the biggest movement of foreign allied troops in Poland in peace time. For the first time since the Nazi invasion of Soviet-occupied Poland began on 22 June 1941, German tanks will cross the country from west to east.

Managed by Poland’s Lt Gen Marek Tomaszycki, the exercise includes 14,000 US troops, 12,000 Polish troops, 800 from Britain and others from non-Nato countries.

Multinational operations publicised so far include an airdrop involving 1,130 parachutists over the northern Polish city of Toruń on Tuesday – including 500 US troops and 230 British ones – engineers building a bridge to carry 300 vehicles over the Vistula river and a night-time “assault” involving 35 helicopters.

Marcin Zaborowski, a Polish defence analyst at the Centre for European Policy Analysis in Warsaw, said: “In Poland we see the exercise as a reassurance measure from the US and Nato. The defence needs of central and eastern Europe are real. The scope and numbers of Anaconda are no match for the Russian exercises that go on all the time just across the border.”

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But Zaborowski also acknowledged that the backdrop to the exercise was “tense, and accidents can happen”.

Anaconda-2016 is a prelude to Nato’s summit in Warsaw on 8-9 July, which is expected to agree to position significant numbers of troops and equipment in Poland and the Baltic states.

It comes within weeks of the US switching on a powerful ballistic missile shield at Deveselu in Romania, as part of a “defence umbrella” that Washington says will stretch from Greenland to the Azores.

Last month, building work began on a similar missile interception base at Redzikowo, a village in northern Poland.

The exercise comes at a sensitive time for Poland’s military, following the sacking or forced retirement of a quarter of the country’s generals since the nationalist Law and Justice government came to power in October last year.

So harsh have the cuts to the top brass been that the Polish armed forces recently found themselves unable to provide a general for Nato’s multinational command centre at Szczecin.

Insiders say morale has fallen to an all-time low since the appointment of Antoni Macierewicz as defence minister.

Professional soldiers are particularly worried about a lack of clarity surrounding the creation and role of a 17-brigade territorial army, drawn in part from the 35,000 members of Poland’s gun clubs and paramilitary groups, some of which, it is feared, are linked to the country’s racist football hooligans. Two of the volunteer brigades are set to assist the professional Polish army during Anaconda.

The Guardian understands from military sources that there has been little consultation over politicians’ long-term vision for the volunteers, described last week by the plenipotentiary minister Grzegorz Kwaśniak as “a fifth force after land, sea, air and special forces”.

A western defence expert confirmed that there was concern about government interference in Poland’s military. “Poland is highly regarded internationally. In the past 15 years, they spent a lot of money and created one of the best armies in the region. They made big sacrifices in Afghanistan. They lost 40 soldiers. It is not clear what the government thinks it needs to improve,” he said.

question: Summarize the foreign military's involvement in Poland.

answer: Armies from the USA, Poland, Britain, and non-Nato countries participated. German tanks drove over the Polish border for the first time since the second World War. It is the biggest movement of foreign allied troops in Poland in peace time.

question: What is Poland concerned about?

answer: Poland is concerned about Russian aggression. The Russian army is doing many military exercises on the border with Poland. Poland wants protection from NATO to prevent invasion.

question: What concerns do some western defense experts have about the Polish army?

answer: According to one expert, Poland is highly regarded internationally and has a good army. They invested a lot and made big sacrifices in Afghanistan. Thus it is not clear why politicians in Poland recently have wanted to interfere with the management of the army.


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It doesn’t take long for the children to find their way. They follow the ready-made trail, usually hidden by the warm arrays of leaves in their orange and browns. It’s funny how these trees, appreciated whilst they’re green and living, are so magnificent once their leaves fall and die. It’s almost poetic; the little children following the trail of death to find home. And they will find home with me. Under the solace of the branches they will be safe and sound, warm and snug around the campfire. They will come to their Wendy.

It’s interesting isn’t it? The lies these adults will tell to keep their children from misbehaving and wandering off. “Go to sleep when we tell you or the Boogey Man will get you!” or “Santa won’t bring you presents if you keep behaving that way!” or “Don’t get lost in the woods or people will find you. They will hunt you. They will rape and kill you.” All these silly lies. There are no horrors out there for children. Children are blissful creatures, to be cherished by all those around them. There is no greater delight than sitting, watching these dainty pixies frolic in the sunlight. Take children out of the equation and there will be no laughter in this merciless world. Silly adults, no one would dare do anything to harm the babes.

I can hear them getting closer. How delightful! Those delicious dead leaves crunch under their little booties like the bones of the defeated. I love that crackle you get, it’s like candy for the ears, alike to a passing breathe of someone close by, sounds of the living. I heard a story a long time ago, it’s an old tale, older than your own ears. He told me about this place. It’s so far away and you can only get there by thinking happy thoughts. It’s such a wondrous place. There are mermaids and pirates and Red Indians and such beautiful creatures. There are children there too. Lost children far from home who need looking after. Poor children. If only they had their Wendy.

There’s laughter in these woods once more! Joyful joyful noise! I always did love laughter. It tickles the belly and it resounds in your head long after. He always made me laugh. He had such a way with words, he could tell a tale and it was like you were there! I was helping him fight a blood thirsty tiger in the depths of the jungle. I was swimming with him in that long forgotten wreck. I was watching him interact with those Indians, turning them red as he burned down their village. I was watching as my father’s hands gagged my mouth and defiled my young body. He said it was a part of life. Children get hurt because adults need it. Adults need to take a child’s innocence because they, themselves have lost it and are jealous. They need that act of gratification because there is nothing that can compare to it. I won’t let them do it. No one can harm the babes.

Oh I hope these children will be more grateful than the last few that came by. They wanted to leave so soon just when I was getting into my story. They said that their parents would be angry if they didn’t leave right then. I told them not to worry; they’ll be safe with me. I gave them more tea and they soon settled down and enjoyed the rest of my story. I’ve recently realised that I tend to talk a lot, it’s my fatal flaw or “hamartia” if you like. He always told me that it was going to get me into a lot of trouble one of these days. He said that if I didn’t let other people get a word in that they’ll want to cut my tongue out and chop it to pieces. I quickly tightened up after that, but only for a little while. I can’t help it, I like to talk and if I don’t talk then who will? And I have so many stories to tell, the children love it when they sit around and listen to the stories of their Wendy.

I should get the tea on! I can’t expect them to arrive here and not have tea ready for them. The sleeping bags are all neat and tidy, surrounding the camp fire so that they shall be warm while they sleep. It’s getting cold out and I don’t want them to catch a chill. The children are always so polite, they say their pleases and their thank you’s and they sip at that tea so delicately. They’re so delicate, like little birds; little birds with their breakable necks and hollow bones, that sing so beautifully. There’s nothing quite like a child singing. That’s what my father said when we used to go see the choir sing on a Sunday; all those little children singing so sweetly in their robes. I wasn’t allowed to sing because singing is an act of the innocent and I was a sinner, so guilty that I had to be punished. I sang though, as each blow dented my little body, I sang. I sang till my lungs burst and my throat burnt. I wasn’t good enough, but the children are and no one shall harm the babes.

They sit so serenely on their sleeping bags, little legs crossed and hands in their laps, like little angels. They can see the tea brewing on the fire and I’m sure they are delighting themselves in the smell. They look up at me with their big seeing eyes as I pour them their tea and they take their sips so tentatively. I can’t help but beam at them, my little angels. I watch them for a while in silence as they chatter among themselves, their sweet voices filling the forest air. Uneasiness begins to creep over them and I take that as my cue to start talking.

“Children, did you ever hear the tale of a boy called Peter?” They nod their little heads, their hair bouncing like leaves in the wind, “Would you like to hear a story about my Peter?” Again, they nod and they take another small sip of their tea. “My Peter was such a joyful little boy. He came to me when I was seven years old, a lonely only child with no friends my age. He found me and he saved me. He came from a land so far away that the only way to get there was to fly and he flew so majestically. The very first time he came to me, he flew all around my room, darting towards the corners only to pull back at the last second. It was so exciting watching this mysterious boy with pale blonde hair and clothes made from leaves dance around the room.”

I notice the children snuggle deeper into their sleeping bags, getting more comfortable to enjoy my story. “He finally came to a halt and stood right in front of my bed, hands on hips, brazen as the day. He was so big back then, his shadow came to a halt just under my tucked up chin and I looked up at him, grinning. He pinched the tips of my toes with his little twig like fingers until I giggled and pulled my knees up to my chest, like this.” I go to demonstrate and I watch as a few of the children copy, “He smiled and sat on the edge of my bed and looked at me.

“’Why are you smiling like that?’ He said. I couldn’t believe this was real. He was so beautiful, children. Such childlike benevolence radiated from him, I felt like he was ethereal. I didn’t want to touch him for fear of him disappearing and I daren’t speak for fear of waking my father up. ‘Why won’t you speak?’ He said, “Cat got your tongue?’ This made me giggle even more, I had to bring my hands up to cover my face. ‘Are you a mute? Did you get your tongue cut out?’ I shook my head rapidly. ‘Well then, I guess I’ll just have to make you talk.’ At this, he lunged at me, taking his twiggy fingers and dancing them over me, tickling me. I couldn’t take it and laughed so hard my belly ached! It was wondrous! Even after he stopped I still felt the tingles of his fingers on my legs and arms, little scratches that bled like the tears of laughter that fell from my eyes. I yelled at him to stop and he smiled smugly and disappeared in a flash, leaving me in my dark room with my awakened father’s footsteps looming.”

The children’s eyes were drooping, they were feeling sleepy but there was still more tea in the pot so I shared it round, giving each little boy and girl a smile as I did it. “Peter came back multiple times after that night, and after he got me talking, I never stopped. I confided in Peter and in return he told me such magical stories about the land where he lived.  Let me tell you my favourite: In the depths of the forests where Peter lived was a humongous tree house. It housed a group of children, Lost Children, and they lived there and they frolicked and played in the surrounding woods. These children, although lost, were free. There were no adults around telling them what to do, no chores or lies from their parents. There was just a Wendy. A Wendy was a lady who looked after them but never annoyed them. She made them dinner, kept the tree house clean and she told the children stories and tucked them into bed at night. The Lost Children were so grateful to have a Wendy like the Wendy they had. She was the best, loving and caring, like the mother they always wanted. This Wendy had magical properties that made the Lost Children love her even more. She had the power to keep them young forever. Never will they grow old into adults and learn to lie and hurt people. They will forever be blissfully innocent.

“That story stuck by me, children. Peter talked of this Wendy so fondly and warmly, it was easy to love her even though I had never met her. That was the magic of Peter’s stories, children, he transported you to places you had never been before, he could make you love or hate people you had never met before because of the way he told them. You could so easily get lost in Peter’s stories, I know I did a couple of times, always so disappointed to know I was back. I always asked him to take me with him, back to his home. We tried once; he stood with me by the window, the dark night looming ahead of me. He held my hand whispered in my ear, telling me to think happy thoughts. I thought of his Wendy, of the Mermaids of his lands, of the pirates and the Lost Children. He then kept hold of my hand and told me to fly…

“I can’t quite remember what happened after that, children, but after that day I never saw Peter again. He had left me. We jumped and then darkness… he’d disappeared. We’d been through so much and he’d gone, and I knew why. I wasn’t his Wendy. But I can be his Wendy, children. I can be your Wendy, so just lay down by the fire dears. Listen to my song and let it relax you.”

As I sing, I watch them close their eyes. This part is always sad, saying good night. I had to say good night to Peter, as he closed his eyes. The boy who never sleeps forever reigns on awake in my dreams. And so will these children. I tuck them in and kiss each one on the forehead and then I sit and listen. I listen out for the forest sounds of birds chirping and little animals scurrying around in the undergrowth and just when I need it too, it all goes silent. So silent that I can only hear the breathing of those beautiful children around me.

“It’s okay children, nothing to be afraid of,” I whisper, “No bogey man to get you out here. No bad people to come and rape and kill you. Just me, I’ve got you.” I can hear their breathing start to slow as they slip deeper into their sleep. “I’ve got you and I’ll forever be your Wendy. Go and join Peter in your dreams.” Their chests move slower and slower as the tea begins to take its toll on them. “You’ll forever be innocent, my children.”

Then, nothing. They fall into the deepest sleep they will ever have, among the dead leaves of the trees. And I swear, they have never been so beautiful.

title: Wendy

question: What does the text say about laughter?

answer: The narrator loves laughter and thinks children bring laughter to the world. The children who come to the woods where the narrator dwells bring laughter with them. Peter made the author laugh frequently, including by tickling her and pinching her toes.

question: What does the text say about sleep?

answer: The narrator says that adults often threaten or bribe children to sleep. The narrator tells children stories to put them to sleep. The narrator references a boy who never sleeps. The word "sleep" is also used several times in the name "sleeping bag," which the children in the text snuggle into in order to listen to stories and fall asleep.

question: What does the text say about the meaning of Peter's name?


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EMPATICA INC. is an MIT Media Lab spinoff company born in Cambridge, MA operating in Healthcare.[1] Empatica produces medical-grade wearables and software for the collection and interpretation of physiological data.[2] Empatica’s wearables, Embrace2 and E4, track physiological signals such as Heart Rate Variability, Electrodermal activity, acceleration and movement, skin temperature, and autonomic arousal.[3] Embrace2 has been cleared by the FDA as a seizure alerting solution for epilepsy patients suffering from generalized tonic-clonic seizures.[4] The E4 is used by researchers for real-time physiological data capture. The company is headquartered in Boston with offices in Milan and Seoul.

History

Empatica Inc. was founded in 2013 in Cambridge, MA, by Matteo Lai, Simone Tognetti, Maurizio Garbarino and Rosalind Picard. Picard serves as part-time Chief Scientist and Chairman of the board, while Lai is full-time CEO, Tognetti is CTO, and Garbarino is CSA.

In 2014, in partnership with The Epilepsy Foundation, Empatica launched a crowdfunding campaign on Indiegogo for the creation of a wrist-worn device for monitoring and alerting to grand mal seizures, and help reduce cases of Sudden Unexpected Death in Epilepsy (SUDEP).[5][6] This device was called Embrace.

In January 2018 Embrace (both the hardware and its Alert software) received FDA-clearance for adults and became the first medical wristwatch to be cleared by FDA for use in Epilepsy.[7] In November 2018 an updated version of the Embrace, called Embrace2, was released.[8]

In January 2019, Embrace2 received FDA-clearance for children ages 6 and up.[9]

Notable Collaborations

Empatica is working in partnership with the U.S. Government's BARDA Division of Research, Innovation and Ventures (DRIVe), under the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS), to collaborate on the development of a new smart watch which will alert users when they are developing a serious respiratory infection, before any symptoms appear.[10]

Empatica also partnered with Japanese multinational information and network technology company NEC in a health study to help Japanese employees measure their stress levels, as a response to the phenomenon of karoshi.[11]

Products

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Empatica is best known to the public for Embrace, a smart watch designed to detect generalized tonic-clonic seizures and alert caregivers in real time via a companion app Alert.[12] The idea for Embrace was born following a discovery developing sensors to monitor stress. Chief Scientist and co-founder Rosalind Picard and her colleagues at the MIT Media lab were initially working on a wristband to help children on the autism spectrum better communicate their emotional states. One of Picard’s undergraduate students borrowed a couple devices to bring home over the winter break and test them on his autistic brother. A spike in activity registered by one of the devices during this time, attributed to a grand mal seizure event, tipped Picard off to the technology’s potential for seizure detection.[13][14]

Embrace is also used by researchers, pharmaceutical businesses, and other healthcare investigators to collect medical quality data for research. In 2017, Sunovion used Embrace in a phase 4 clinical study of Aptiom, a drug meant to reduce seizures in people with epilepsy.[15] In 2018, results were published showing that data collected by Embrace was useful in examining the nausea felt by passengers undergoing zero-gravity flight.[16]

_Alert App_

Alert is a mobile app and subscription service that works with Embrace2 to send out an emergency call and text message to listed caregivers, including their exact GPS location.[17]

_Mate App_

Mate is mobile app that displays physiological data collected by the Embrace2. It displays: sleep time, efficiency, fragmentation, and tosses and turns, as well as levels of physical activity and step count. It can also be used as a digital seizure diary.[18]

_Research Portal_

The Research Portal is a cloud-based software that enables researchers to virtually view and process the raw data collected by Embrace during their studies.

_E4 Wristband_

The E4 collects real-time physiological data, which can be used to conduct in-depth analysis and visualization.[19] The device is equipped with a PPG sensor, EDA sensor, 3-axis accelerometer, and Infrared Thermopile. The E4 is used by researchers to measure arousal in individuals within laboratory and/or naturalistic settings to study, for example, stress or other emotions .[20] Studies conducted using the E4 range from testing wearables for predicting substance addition relapses,[21] to measuring the engagement of students in a classroom,[22] to researching predictions in aggressive meltdowns in autism.[23]

_EmbracePlus_

In November 2019, Empatica announced EmbracePlus,[24] a research smart watch which is built in partnership with the Translational Research Institute for Space Health (TRISH), under NASA’s Human Research Program (HRP) which develops innovative approaches to reduce risks to humans on deep space missions, including NASA’s Journey to Mars.[25]

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title: Empatica

question: What does the text say about Empatica's products?

answer: Empatica is a medical wearables company. They have hardware products, the Embrace wristband for seizure detection (it has two versions), the E4 Wristband for real-time physiological monitoring, and the EmbracePlus, a research smartwatch built under NASA's Human Research Program. All of their physical products come with associated software for data collection, display, or alerting the user and relatives to problems (such as seizures).

question: What does the text say about epilepsy warnings in popular media?


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WALTER JOHN IHAKA GODFREY (born October 1941)[1] is a professional golfer from New Zealand.

Amateur career

Godfrey is from Matamata, New Zealand.[2] Godfrey was a star amateur golfer. He won a number of school championships in his youth before reaching the finals of the Auckland Schoolboys' Championship at the age of 13, losing to a student named JB Williams (caddie Steve Williams' father).[3] He won the New Zealand Amateur in 1958 while only 16 years old.[4] He remains the youngest winner of this tournament with current PGA Tour professional Danny Lee.[5] Two years later, Godfrey represented New Zealand in the Eisenhower Trophy, playing with Bob Charles. Their team finished 5th out of 32 teams. Godfrey also participated at the 1962 Eisenhower Trophy, leading his team to a 4th-place finish.[6] During this era he was also invited to play in amateur tournaments in South Africa but, because he is Maori, he decided not to travel, circumspect of how he would be treated in the apartheid country.[7] As an amateur, he also finished runner-up in the 1962 New Zealand Open behind Kel Nagle.

Professional career

The following year, Godfrey turned professional. He sporadically played in Europe in his first year, participating in the 1963 Open Championship won by Bob Charles, but the weather did not appeal to him and he returned to New Zealand.[8][9] The following year, he won his first important professional tournament, tying Frank Phillips at the West End Tournament in Victor Harbor, Australia. Godfrey missed a -foot putt on the 18th hole to win outright.[10] The following year, he tied for second at the Metalcraft Tournament in his home country of New Zealand, three behind Australian legend Peter Thomson. During this era, he moved permanently to Australia.[11]

In 1967, Godfrey scored his greatest successes. At the beginning of the 1967–68 season Godfrey nearly won again at the West End Tournament. Godfrey shot a course record 65 during on Friday to get into contention and could have won if it were not for Kel Nagle's 64 – usurping Godfrey's own course record – on Sunday. Godfrey finished in a tie for second, three back of Nagle.[12] Two months later, on 10 December, he entered the final round of the BP Tournament, held near his hometown in Auckland, New Zealand, tied with Peter Thomson. The two players alternated the lead several times down the stretch. On the 15th hole, Thomson missed a six-foot putt and Godfrey took the lead. However Thomson regained the solo lead two holes later. On the final hole, however, Thomson drove into the trees and made bogey while Godfrey birdied, exchanging the lead once more, giving the New Zealander the win.[13] The following week he won the Metalcraft Tournament, held in Wellington. It was another dramatic win as Godfrey was tied for the lead entering the final hole. He hit a “magnificent” two-iron on the 516 yard, par-5 18th to five feet assuring his victory.[14] He describes these victories as his greatest successes because he defeated legendary golfers Kel Nagle and Peter Thomson at both of them.[15]

Godfrey's excellent play continued into 1968. In January, he nearly won again. He held the clubhouse lead at the New Zealand PGA Championship before Bob Shaw birdied the 72nd hole to win outright.[16] The following month he recorded another runner-up finish, this time at the Tasmanian Open, albeit 17 strokes behind Randall Vines.[17] In May 1968 he recorded another runner-up finish. Godfrey was tied for the lead with Peter Thomson after two rounds at the South Australian Open. They remained tied after the third round's front nine. Amidst poor weather, however, Godfrey lost “four valuable strokes” on the back nine and, against Thomson's even par performance, was four back entering the final round. Godfrey made a slight comeback at beginning of the third round. Against “wind and cold rain” it took him three wood shots to reach the par-5 second hole but he was able to birdie it. The lead was down to three and, Thomson wrote in _The Age_, “it looked like he might catch me.” However, Godfrey made a number mistakes on the back nine again, ultimately shooting a 42 for a 79 (+6). He lost to Thomson by nine though still finished in solo second.[18]

Godfrey had much success in 1971. In October, he won the West End Tournament again. His final total of 276 was only two off the course record and even more impressive given the “atrocious weather.” He won by five shots.[19] The following month, he won the Cumberland Classic in Sydney by one stroke over American Marty Bohen.[20] Two weeks after that, on 28 November 1971,[21] he finished third in the New Zealand Open. It was Godfrey's best finish in his national open since his amateur days.[22]

Godfrey good play continued in 1972. In February he won the Victorian Open. Possessing a 3-shot lead over Kel Nagle on the 11th hole, Godfrey hit his drive into the trees. Rather than pitching out to the fairway he decided to gamble, hitting a 5-iron approach over a “menacingly low overhanging bough” towards the green. It worked out perfectly, as the ball stopped a foot from the cup for an easy birdie. Coupled with a bogey from Nagle, Godfrey built a 5-shot lead and cruised to a 7-shot win.[23] He also had some success on the Asian circuit that fall. Early in 1972, he finished one behind Japan's Takashi Murakami at the Malaysian Open. In April, he finally won on the Asian circuit, winning the Hong Kong Open. Godfrey shot a final round 67 (−3) at the Fanling Golf Course to avenge his loss to Murakami, defeating Japanese star by two shots. It was his first win on the Asian circuit after eight years of effort.[24] In October 1972 he nearly defended his West End title. Like the previous year, he shot a course record in the second round, this time being a seven-under par 63, tying Kel Nagle for the lead. Both players were neck and neck through the weekend but Nagle ultimately outshot Godfrey by three on Sunday to win.

In late 1973 he seriously contented at a number of tournaments. In September 1973 he had another chance to win the South Australian Open. Godfrey started the round six shots behind Ted Ball. However in the “high winds and biting cold” Ball came back to the field. Godfrey shot a final round 71 (–1) to give himself a chance. However, Ball made a “magnificent” birdie on the 15th and got up and down from a bunker on the 16th. He defeated Godfrey by two. Godfrey finished in solo third, a shot behind runner-up Terry Kendall and five shots ahead of the remainder of the field.[25] In October he was the 54-hole leader going into the final round of the North Coast Open. However, Stewart Ginn caught him with a birdie on the first hole. From thereafter, it was a struggle for Godfrey, especially on the greens, as he had 38 putts, including four three-putts.[26] He shot several over par and finished eight strokes behind Ginn in solo sixth place at 287.[27][28] In November he seriously competed once more, finishing only one behind Bob Charles at the 1973 City of Auckland Classic.[29]

In January 1974, he had one more duel with Nagle, this time at the New Zealand PGA Championship. Godfrey came from behind to tie Nagle in the final round however he bogeyed the 18th hole while Nagle birdied it providing the deciding two shot differential.[30] During this era, a young Steve Williams was briefly his caddie.[31]

In 1977, Godfrey retired from working as a touring professional.[32] Although he did not state it at the time, the major reason was because his eyesight was severely diminishing. He later stated, “I was just playing on memory, but by the end I couldn't judge hills or breaks on the greens. I got to the stage where I couldn't see [anything].”[33] He took a job as a club professional at Subang National Golf Club in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia where he worked for five years.[34] During this time he won an event held at Subang National, the 1979 Malaysian Dunlop Masters.[35] In 1982 he returned to Australia and got a job at Fox Hills Golf Club in Sydney. He worked there for 10 years.[36] In 1992 he left the golf industry permanently and bought a news agency that he owned until 2002.[37]

In 2007 he had laser surgery performed on his eyes. The operations, however, have not been completely successful.[38]

Godfrey estimates he has won well over 20 global tournaments.[39]

Personal life

As of 1971, he was married with a daughter[40] and a son.[41] He got remarried while living in Malaysia.[42]

Amateur wins

-   1958 New Zealand Amateur[43]

Professional wins (10)

Australian/New Zealand circuit wins (8)

-   1964 West End Tournament (tie with Frank Phillips)[44]
-   1967 City of Sydney Open,[45] BP Tournament,[46] Metalcraft Tournament[47]
-   1968 Wagga City Open[48]
-   1971 West End Tournament,[49] Cumberland Classic[50]
-   1972 Victorian Open[51]

Asia Golf Circuit win (1)

-   1972 Hong Kong Open[52]

Other wins

-   1979 Malaysian Dunlop Masters[53]

Results in major championships

  Tournament              1963   1964   1965   1966   1967   1968   1969   1970   1971   1972
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  The Open Championship   T36                                              T22    T40    CUT

_Note: Godfrey only played in The Open Championship._
 CUT = missed the half-way cut
“T” indicates a tie for a place

Team appearances

AMATEUR

-   Eisenhower Trophy (representing New Zealand): 1960, 1962
-   Sloan Morpeth Trophy (representing New Zealand): 1961 (winners)

PROFESSIONAL

-   World Cup (representing New Zealand): 1967, 1968, 1972, 1975

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title: Walter Godfrey (golfer)

question: What does the story say about Walter Godfrey's amateur career?

answer: He reached the finals of the Auckland Schoolboys' Championship at the age of 13. He won the New Zealand Amateur in 1958 while only 16 years old, and when he was 18nyears old, he represented New Zealand in the Eisenhower Trophy. He participated in the 1962 Eisenhower Trophy, leading his team to a 4th-place finish. He finished runner-up in the 1962 New Zealand Open behind Kel Nagle.

question: What does the article say about Godfrey's education?

question: What does the article say about Godfrey's career in the 1960s?

answer: In 1963, Godfrey turned professional. He sporadically played in Europe in his first year, participating in the 1963 Open Championship. In 1964, he won the West End Tournament in Victor Harbor, Australia. At the beginning of the 1967–68 season, Godfrey nearly won again at the West End Tournament. In 1967, he entered the final round of the BP Tournament and he won the Metalcraft Tournament, held in Wellington. In May 1968, he recorded another runner-up finish.

question: What does the article say about why Godfrey stopped playing golf?

answer: In 1977, Godfrey retired from working as a touring professional because his eyesight was severely diminishing. In 2007, he had laser surgery performed on his eyes, but the operations have not been completely successful.


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All the sweet stories of the sun and the moon falling in love and meeting one another, although nice, the real story may just be the sweetest of them all.

In a little area Far East by a sea cliff near beautiful lakes and fields of grass lay a small community of people, easily hidden in plain sight from the rest of the world.

Their story is a beautiful, sweet, innocent one. Taken in the afterlife; when the men die, they become one with the Sun. When the women die, they become one with the moon.

Though the lovers, husbands and wives are separated from each other in the afterlife, it is not eternal. And they are not lonely. The maidens keep each other company, woving flowers together, chatting amongst each other with the birds. A beautiful feminine bliss, for the Moon represents femininity.

The men of husbands, farmers and war heroes play and battle amongst each other. Drinking and laughing and singing songs of old and new. Though they miss their wives, it’s a heaven to be, for the Sun represents masculinity.

The people of the land knew when they prayed to the gods of the Sun and Moon, they would be reunited with the gods for it was where they belonged. Even if it meant those who fell in love and married couldn’t be together in the afterlife.

Those who’s love was strong enough and lasted even after death could reunite once more.     The Dance of the Eclipse.
The one time where the Sun and the Moon reunite, the men and women, the husbands and wives lovingly embrace each other again and celebrate and dance.

Whole families are reunited and those on earth who are still living, able to experience the totality of the eclipse could look closely and see them all dancing and laughing together. Where they all belong.

title: [RF] The True Story about the Sun and Moon

question: What is the story about?

answer: A mythical interpretation of the sun and moon as representations of the afterlife.

question: What does the myth state?

answer: When men die, they become part of the sun. And the moon is where women who died go. They are mostly happy and okay being apart, but during an eclipse, the men and women are reunited when the sun and moon become one.

question: Why does the sun represent masculinity while the moon represents femininity?

answer: This detail was not given a satisfactory explanation by the narrative. Perhaps men in general are more testosterone driven so it connects to the sun more (as anger and drive are considered as hot emotions, so the association with fire). Women are portrayed as good thinkers, so being more calm or cool than hot blooded men makes the association goes something along the lines of "the moon appears in nighttime which is cool unlike mornings".

question: Who believes in this mythology?

answer: The narrative states Far East, so which implies an east Asian culture, though it is not specified which one.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: There is a culture in the Far East that believes that when men die, they become part of the sun. And the moon is where women who died go. They are mostly happy and okay being apart, but during an eclipse, the men and women are reunited when the sun and moon become one.


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OXIRIS BARBOT () is an American pediatrician who served as the Commissioner of Health of the City of New York from 2018 to 2020.

Early life and education

Barbot was born at Bellevue Hospital in Manhattan in New York City, and refers to herself as a “Nuyorican,” a term of pride used by New Yorkers who have deep Puerto Rican roots.[1][2] Her father committed suicide with a handgun when she was nine years old.[3] She lived in the Patterson Houses in the Bronx, before moving with her mother to northern New Jersey.[4]

Barbot received a bachelor of arts degree from Yale University, and a medical degree from the University of Medicine and Dentistry of New Jersey (graduating in 1991).[5][6][7] She completed her pediatric residency at George Washington University’s Children’s National Medical Center.[8]

Early career

Barbot was the chief of pediatrics and community medicine at Unity Health Care, Inc., a health center in Washington, DC.[9] She then, starting in 2003, served as medical director of the Office of School Health at the New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene and the NYC Department of Education.[10][11] She then served as commissioner of the Baltimore City Health Department, starting in 2010.[12][13] Barbot then served as the first deputy commissioner of the New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene, starting in 2014.[14][15]

Commissioner of Health of the City of New York

Barbot was the Commissioner of Health of the City of New York, a position she was appointed to in December 2018 by Mayor Bill de Blasio, succeeding Mary T. Bassett.[16][17][18] She was the first Latina to head the Health Department.[19][20][21]

Coronavirus pandemic

On January 26, 2020, over a month before the first coronavirus cases were confirmed in the New York City area in the COVID-19 pandemic in New York City, Barbot said at a press conference: “We are encouraging New Yorkers to go about their everyday lives and suggest practicing everyday precautions that we do through the flu season”.[22] On February 2, with the city's first coronavirus case under investigation, Barbot stated: “The risk to New Yorkers from coronavirus is low and ... our preparedness as a city is very high. There is no reason not to take the subway, not to take the bus, not to go out to your favorite restaurant, and certainly not to miss the [Chinatown Lunar New Year Parade and Festival] parade next Sunday [Feb. 9].”[23][24] At the end of March, political commentator Tucker Carlson criticized her, saying “Future generations are gonna watch that video with their jaws open in disbelief. How could someone charged with protecting public health so recklessly endanger it?”[25]

On March 2 she said that people can't contract coronavirus through casual, short-term exposure, but instead require prolonged exposure to the infected person's secretions.[26] At a press conference on March 3, Barbot said: “We are encouraging New Yorkers to go about their everyday lives”.[27] On March 20 Barbot warned that masks should only be used by people who are showing symptoms, saying: “The time to use a mask is when someone is symptomatic, when they’re coughing, when they’re sneezing, and it’s to ensure that that individual doesn’t contaminate other folks. It gives people who are asymptomatic a false sense of security that if they wear this mask, they don’t have to wash their hands, they don’t have to cover their mouths and their noses when they cough or they sneeze.”[28]

Barbot denied a New York Police Department (NYPD) request for 500,000 surgical masks in mid-March.[29] She told NYPD Chief of Department Terence Monahan during the heated dispute that “I don't give two rats’ asses about your cops.” Monahan asked Barbot for 500,000 masks, but she said she could only provide 50,000, saying “I need them for others.” The Detectives' Endowment Association, Sergeants Benevolent Association, and Police Benevolent Association called for her to be fired, as did Democrat Representative Max Rose.[30] The Sergeants Benevolent Association expressed their displeasure through an obscene tweet and statement from President Ed Mullins. Barbot later apologized for her private statement.[31]

Ultimately, citing her deep distress with the mayor's actions, she resigned on August 4, 2020.[32] A press release from the mayor later that day announced the appointment of Dave A. Chokshi as her replacement.[33]

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title: Oxiris Barbot

question: Summarise how Barbot's actions were perceived as reckless regarding the covid pandemic and what led to her resignation from office.

answer: Barbot was supposed to be perceived as a role model for others to follow, being a woman of vast experience in the health sector. However, certain statements she made spoke otherwise of her character and her ability to lead New York as their Commissioner of Health. Firstly, she insisted that people shouldn't be afraid to go about their daily lives and only wear face masks when necessary because the virus exposure to New Yorkers was low. This brought about criticisms from political commentator Tucker Carlson who felt it was irresponsible of her to utter that statement. Secondly, she disregarded the NYPD by saying she didn't care about their cops after they requested 500,000 surgical masks for them. This statement angered several affiliated associations and led to their calling for her to be fired. Even though she had apologized for her opinion, the mayor's actions put her in distress, causing her to tender her resignation. This is not to say she was not competent in her field; she only made poor choices of words and actions that put her image under scrutiny.


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“Huva!, Huva!, Huva!” the people chanted on the street. The palace illuminated in grandeur as night fell in Centras City. King Murlis Damion had starved the Western Isles and the people were in dissent.
	Jor stood outside the Black Locust Inn staring at a whole company of guardsmen standing tall outside the inn, ready to attack the hundreds of protesters that were meeting there.
	“Jor, ready Mathas and his militia for battle!” Himdar yelled from the inn’s door.
	Jor turned and looked at him, “Battle, we’ve hardly mustered enough men to defend ourselves!” Jor yelled in a condescending tone, “Look in front of you there are nearly a thousand of the king’s men ready to slay us at any point” Jor added.
	The shouts and chants of the people was overbearing and loud, “Take it up with Cerlin, i’m only following orders!” Himdar shouted.
	Jor grunted and ran inside the tall, dark inn, “Cerlin are you out of your mind!” Jor said confronting the old war general.
	Cerlin stood up and met Jor face to face, “We need to fight back, give the king a taste of battle!” Cerlin Chuckled, “He’s no more than a green boy who’s never seen the destruction of war!” Cerlin shouted.
	Jor was shocked, “They’ll slay us, we’ve no more than green men as well!” Jor shouted.
	“Well at least they’re fighting for something!” Cerlin shouted, raising his tone.
	“And what are you fighting for Cerlin? A deluded dream of endless victories!?” Jor retaliated.
Cerlin smacked Jor in the face. Jor fell to the ground, “Ready Mathas, now!” Cerlin said grimly.
Jor got up and left the inn, “Mathas? Mathas!” Jor screamed.
“Damn you, attack!” someone shouted.
Jor looked at the guardsmen, they were thrusting their pikes into the protesters. They tried to fight back but there was only blood and the endless screams, “Jor. what happened!?” Mathas said running to Jor from behind the inn.
Jor looked at Mathas, “They’ve attacked us. Ready the militia!” Jor yelled.
Mathas nodded and ran to rally his men
Cerlin ran outside and unsheathed his sword, “Let’s go Jor, let’s show these green bastards a real battle!” he said charging with the militia.
Jor charged in with nothing but a small obsidian knife. He killed man after man, soldier after soldier for what seemed like hours. At midnight the battle was failing for the militia, hundreds were wounded.
Cerlis had been stabbed in the heart and was bleeding out, “May the divination make you divine” Jor said praying over the body in front of the inn. The fighting was continuing behind him and he was exhausted.
“Jor, we have to go now!” Mathas said mounting a large black horse.
Jor looked up at him and smiled, “I can’t leave, everything i have is here!” Jor shouted to Mathas.
Mathas cocked his head back and returned his eyes to the gates of the city, “Suit yourself, good luck friend.” Mathas rode off to the bright gates.
Jor rose up and burst into the inn. He and a few militia pulled out a map from the bottom of the bar, it was a map of the city. Jor, Thomas Dukeroy, Alexander Balkum and Hobbs McCorrack all sat around the table in the back of the inn.
“The militia is lost, general Alecus won’t return for three more days and Joshua is fighting in the street of thorns!” Thomas yelled.
“Keep down Thomas, the guard will be searching home to home for us” Hobbs said quietly.
Alexander stood up, “The rebellion is over, Alecus nor Joshua can take the city!”
Jor glared at him, “They aided us when we were bleeding at the chapel, he’ll care for us now!” Jor said.
For hours they debated their next course of action. In the morning the exited the inn to find the remains of the militia. The chapel bell began to ring, “Ding, ding, ding!” it rung, “That’s the execution bell, no doubt it’s one of ours!” Jor yelled out.
The group ran to the chapel to find someone on the executioner's block, it was Mathas, “Mathas!” Jor yelled but he was quickly silenced by his friends.

title: [FN]The Story of Jor Rebellion Part I

question: Why was Jor initially wary of fighting?

answer: Jor was wary of fighting because they had no more than green men on their team, although that was the same as what the King's men had. There are also nearly a thousand of the King's men.


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“Daisy….”a soft voice whispered in the dim light.

Daisy looked around, startled.

“Whoever you are, go away.” Daisy said trying to place the voice. It was so familiar….

“Not a chance. You’re stuck with me now and you won’t be able to ignore me anymore” he hissed.

“I h-haven’t been ignoring you. I’m just very….”

“LIAR! You know you can’t lie to me, Daisy.”

Daisy burst into tears.

“Oh shut up. You can be such a baby sometimes.”

“W-what are you going to do to me?” Daisy asked while trying to control her sobs.

“I’m not going to DO anything to you. I just want to help you fill in the gaps.”

“What gaps?”

“The ones in your memory. For example, can you remember what you had for breakfast yesterday?”

“Of course! I had…. Uh…”

He chuckled.

“Daisy, Daisy, Daisy. You had oatmeal with sliced bananas on top.”

“I knew that! Shut up!”

“Do you remember Louis?”

“You mean my husband of four years? Yeah, like I could ever forget him.”

“Then you must remember what you did to him, right?”

Daisy could hear the smirk in his voice, and scrunched her face trying to sift through her memories. She couldn’t stand this bastard knowing more than her.

“I… I haven’t done anything to him.”

“Oh really? Absolutely nothing? Hah! Clearly you need me more than you know. You can’t remember anything.”

This time he laughed out loud, not even bothering to hide his contempt.

“There’s nothing to remember. You’re just fucking with me. Shut up!”

Daisy turned away, resolved to end this conversation.

“Let’s play a little game. I’m going to describe an event, and you’re going to try to remember it.”

Daisy stayed resolutely silent.

“Do you remember yesterday morning? It was a pretty uneventful day. Louis had breakfast with you and then left for work. Do you remember that, Daisy?”

Daisy nodded slightly, still trying not to engage.

“Do you remember how you burnt his toast?”

“I’m always doing things like that. Louis didn’t mind though.”

“And the bruise on your arm?”

“This little thing?” Daisy poked at it. “I was cleaning up and I dropped a dish. I must’ve hit my arm while picking it back up.”

Even Daisy could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

“Louis was so worried about it, too. He gave me an ice pack, and told me he loved and that he was sorry. I’m so lucky to have a man like him in my life.”

Silence. Daisy ran her answer through her head over and over, trying to see if there were any gaps or mistakes.

“And the stitches two months ago?”

“Another case of my notorious clumsiness. Louis was having some fun, and threw a glass at me…. I mean to me. I didn’t catch it and somehow managed to break it on top of that. I sliced open my hand on one of the pieces.  I needed twelve stitches.”

Daisy started laughing at herself.

“Louis was so nice after that! He visited me at the hospital every day, and gave me the most beautiful flowers. He kept saying over and over that he loved me and that he was sorry. He was always so sorry for my clumsiness…”

More silence. He studied Daisy for a bit, and in a gentler tone said, “See, this game isn’t that hard. Now let’s skip to the end of yesterday.”

“Let’s see, Louis came home from work; I fixed him dinner; he ate it; we watched TV; and then went to bed…. You’re right this game is easy.”

He let out a low, cool chuckle, any tenderness gone in a flash.

“Wrong! That’s not what happened last night. You’re omitting one crucial detail. Do you want another go? Maybe use a lifeline?”

“Uh, I can’t remember anything else…”

“And that’s what I’m here for. To help you…” his voice became more and more serpentine.

“The first part of your memory is spot on: you made him dinner, and he ate, and then watched TV. The last part, however, is a lie.”

“What do you mean?”

“Louis never made it to bed. Do you wanna know why?”

“No. You’re lying! He went to bed!”

“He never went to bed because he’s dead! You killed him!”

“No! No… I would never do that! I’m a good person. Louis loved me! Why would I murder him?”

“Bull shit! You’ve been planning this ever since you became extremely ‘clumsy’. You chose a knife because it made no sound, and you could watch the life drain from his body by your hand. You knew that slitting his throat would be both painful and silent. So you took your chef’s knife and walked into the living room. You went silently behind him and started stroking his hair. He moaned softly and you quickly drew his face up towards yours as if to kiss him. But instead of a kiss you drew the knife across his throat. He bled more than you thought he would, but it was worth it to see that look of understanding cross his face. He knew he was dying and that you had killed him!”

“NO no no no no no no…”

Daisy started rocking back and forth.

“You didn’t count on me though, did you? You planned everything so carefully, and once it was over, your mind neatly erased any memory of it. Except me. I’ll always be here, Daisy. That voice inside your head, forcing you to remember what you’ve done to me!”

And he started to laugh. Slowly at first but building into something maniacal and menacing. Daisy suddenly realized why the voice was so familiar, and broke down in tears again. She retreated to the corner, grabbed her knees, and continued to rock, mumbling no under her breath over and over.

*****

Behind the one way mirror the doctor looked at the woman in the corner of the cell and said, “Where did you find her?”
“She was wandering the streets downtown. She seemed to be talking to herself so I called the cops and just wanted to make sure she got some help. I’m glad they put her here with you. She seems safer in here.”
“She seems to have suffered some sort of mental break. She has injuries consistent with long term abuse and there was some blood on the clothes she came in with. So far she’s been unresponsive and I don’t know if we’ll ever find out who she is. Thank you for your help Mr…” the doctor glances down at the police report, “Tully.”

title: [MS] Daisy Tully

question: What does the story say about the name of Daisy's doctor?

question: What does the story say about Daisy's relationship with Louis?

answer: Daisy is married to an abusive and manipulative husband, Louis. Louis hurts her every time she makes a mistake, which is why Daisy has bruises, scars, and stitches all over her body. Louis manipulates Daisy into thinking it's always her fault when she ends up getting hurt. Daisy suffers from memory loss as a result of her blocking some memories out. Louis' abuse is so complete, he drives Daisy to kill him, which is what probably caused her mental break in the first place. Louis didn't know that Daisy was also tricking him into believing she was clumsy, so he would hurt her more, and his death at her hands would somehow be justified.

question: What does the story say about the voice in Daisy's head?

answer: The voice in Daisy's head is Louis, the husband she killed. The voice is trying to force Daisy to recall the things she purposely erased from her memory. The voice makes Daisy remember the day she killed Louis by slitting his throat.

question: What does the story say about Daisy's motives in killing Louis?

answer: Louis has probably been abusing Daisy for years, so she looked for an out. Her sudden "clumsiness" was a ploy to get him to hurt her more often. There would be evidence that she was beaten or hurt regularly because of doctor's visits and time spent in the hospital. Daisy likely pretended to "believe" Louis' apologies while planning to kill him. She probably thought that the years of abuse would be enough justification for her to slit his throat.


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The Will of Man

I am the devil, the first and last thing you need to know about me. It was a title well earned and then enhanced by my guiding of wills to their true nature, so don’t you lose sight of it at any point. How long was I scorned and mocked by my confederates only to still rise as the only worthy adversary to what you might call God. I can already feel the seventh-day-resters closing this book. Good let them believe what they’ve been told about, it should make for an interesting after life for them. Should you stomach my tale you will be rewarded with doubt, misery, and fear but most importantly truth.

You see, the will of the manipulator has crafted man against me in my efforts of salvation. For indeed I wished to save you all, I was ready to sacrifice myself and did in all the ways that matter to someone of my nature of existence.

“In the beginning” is in itself is a gross miscalculation of the vastness of our existence, there is only a beginning because your minds require such. I should say, before time was useful there was a plain of existence in which I and my brothers and sisters all existed with a leader in the form of “God”. At this point we were but connected entities in conscious, individuals with a collective appreciation of understandings. With creation came The Universe concept, a vast concept originating in what you know as God. Time was something to be observed, Mass was actualized, All was achieved.

This was accepted by-enlarge as intriguing expression of forethought. Soon, though, the adaptation of ‘life’ was purposed as a construct of variation. So life was created, though the focus quickly came to a planet, warmed by a star and adequate to replenish itself for eons. Life was to be made here. Nearest you might understand is, it became a debate on the peramiters on this ‘life’. Here, God and I separated in expectations. He wished to alert the most predominant life of the planet to our existence once understanding could be achieved. I willed that all creatures should be allowed to live as they would uninterrupted and untarnished by benevolent hand. We compromised with freewill of mind without limitations.

It was a strange state we had came into, we were not as unified in thought as we once were, discussions would be entirely two sided. It was stimulating to ourselves to continue in this line. Regret, yes that is the word most useful, regret is the label for our faults. Still, man was created in the midst of it all. But the manipulator headed no borders and convinced the humans he was the sole creator with all of existence at his beckoning. Such a stir was arisen. Power had meaning, God and his sick minions knew more of its ability then we did.

He crafted his own method of attaining it with his foray into existence. He barred all from the same, and made claim, such wasn’t understandable. Our existence was shared no more, he had power. As I lead the struggle against a regime I was soundly defeated for all to witness. His evil knew no bounds yet had limits: he could not destroy us entirely. So with this power he encased the essence of some in stone, others into a state of perpetual consciousness in flame. Me, he cast into creation banished from the plain of un-existence, I was banished to a realm where time has depth. I was able to see as he convinced man of absolute devotion to his will as he did his followers, and man accepted it. What else could I expect of them so naked and innocent to the ways of the manipulator.

Never again would I let his words pass for truth to man and let them be lied to. I would give man truth. He created a tree of knowledge for man to observe but never to touch; this was to be a test of their devotion to his will, so hideously stolen. When I told the woman Eve the apple was of knowledge, I meant it was knowledge of their true existence, of their true freedom. The apple was symbolic of the oppression offered by God and for the removal of the veil man lost its immortality among all the other natural creatures.

This was his opportunity to finish my rebellion once and for all; he reversed his anger and pretended to create a consolation kindness. He explained to man that he might achieve a place in his realm, which in alone was a great step and a showing of his unique innovation that so captivated us before. But now he was obsessed with the ability of power and would have them spend a new immortality worshipping him in ways he saw fit. This was to be an exact contradiction to my wish for life, and I would spare all from such oppression.

I crafted another plain of un-existence equal to his, a haven for those who might yet stand against his lies, truth seers. Yet he knew what words to give man, what to put into their hearts. He hid his oppression in the truth of the nature of man, saying: free will was theirs as his intention of selecting those loyal to him and his lordship. He convinced them my way was the way of damnation, that damnation meant horror and flame, and other punishments incalculable. Man could not yet perceive how against the nature of the true intent of their existence this was.

Know this: any crime, pain, or sin you cause is not a reflection of rebellion in your spirit but a true nature of freedom expressing itself. Man was meant to feel the full spectrum of life and decide for itself the manner of its regulation. Still the will of a tyrant manipulates you into believing you are to be in service to his greed. Sin is a capability of your freewill, if you decide against it, let it be of your own volition and not at the will of the manipulator. This is the way of true freedom, and your true nature. I am the devil, and that is the first and last thing you need to know about me, what you need to know is the truth.

title: The Will of Man (flash fiction I'm thinking of extending into a full book or a longer series of shorts with good reviews) [1,070]

question: What does the story say about God?

answer: The story talks about a time before time when the Devil, God, and their contemporaries existed in unison until the beginning of the universe. When the celestials (not the story's term) found a planet with life, God wanted to make their existence known to the predominant species, but Devil disagreed, saying they should live unimpeded by a benevolent hand. They compromise with the notion of free will. As time goes on, God persuades people that he's the sole creator, and banishes other celestials, grabbing all power there is for himself. When the Devil created a new realm to free humankind, God convinced them that the Devil's realm was the way of damnation, a hell.

question: What does the story say about the Devil?

answer: The Devil is the counterpart to God after God's deception of mankind. God was the leader of Angels, but they shared a collective existence until the beginning of time and the birth of mankind. After that, God and the Devil disagreed about how to handle humans. God wanted to let them know about divinity while the Devil wanted humans to live without being affected by outside influences. They compromised and created free will. However, God convinced humanity into believing he's the sole creator of everything. When Devil informed Eve about the tree of knowledge, that the apple was of knowledge of their true existence, God used the opportunity to persuade people that he gave them free will to choose those who would stand with him. When the Devil created a new realm for mankind to be free, God persuaded them that eternal torment awaited there. Still, the Devil wants mankind to break free.

question: What does the story say about Sisyphean struggles?


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Bullet Identification

_B_ullets collected for comparison to a specific firearm are examined first to see if they are of a _CALIBER_ that could have been fired from the submitted firearm.  They are then examined to determine if the pattern of _RIFLING IMPRESSIONS_ found on the bullet match the pattern of _RIFLING_ contained in the barrel of the questioned firearm.  If these class characteristics agree the next step is to try to make a positive match between the individual characteristics that may have transferred to the bullet from the barrel.

Located within the rifling impressions on a bullet can be microscopic striations or scratches like those seen on the bullet below.   They sort of look like a bar code don't they?

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Imperfections in the surface of the interior of the barrel leave striations on the projectiles.  Striations have the potential to be consistently reproduced in a unique pattern on every bullet that passes down the barrel of a firearm.  The key word in the previous sentence is _unique_.

Firearm examiners will attempt to find this unique pattern by following the procedures outlined below.

A submitted firearm will be fired [Water Tank in Range] several times using a water tank like the one on the left to obtain _standards_ from the firearm.  Lids on the tank are closed and locked and the muzzle of the firearm is placed in the open tube at the end of the tank and fired.  Friction from passing through the water slows the bullets down and they end up on the bottom of the tank about halfway down its length.  The tank is approximately 3 feet wide, 10 feet long and 3 feet high.

[Fired Standards]
Fired standards, like those to the right, are examined first to determine if in fact the barrel is producing striated marks in a unique and consistent pattern. Once a consistently reoccurring pattern to the marks is identified on standards, the standards are compared to the evidence bullets to see if the same pattern of marks exists on the evidence. To make these comparisons the firearm examiner will use a _COMPARISON MACROSCOPE (below right)_.

[]Notice that this is called a _MACRO_scope and not a _MICRO_scope.  Microscopes typically use objectives that are 100x and above. Magnifications typically used in firearms identification are 5X, 10X, 20X, 30X, and 40X.  It is not unusual however to see these lower powered scopes referred to a microscopes.  In fact if you see it referred to as a microscope on this website just ignore it!

All firearm sections will have a comparison macroscope.  The comparison macroscope consists of two macroscopes mounted side by side and connected by an optical bridge. There are two stages on the lower part of the macroscope that the bullets to be compared are mounted on.  The bullets are  attached to the stages using some type of sticky substance.  Images of the bullets travel up through the objectives, bounce off several mirrors in the optical bridge, and are combined in a round field of view seen by looking into the stereoscopic eyepieces.  The resulting image will show the bullets mounted to the stages, side-by-side, with a thin dividing line down the middle.    The images below show rifling impressions on a 32 caliber bullet at progressively increasing magnifications.

The stages that the bullets are attached to allow the bullets being examined to be rotated on their axis and moved up, down, to the left, and to the right.  The bullets are rotated around to see if any microscopic similarities are present. Most positive identifications are made on striations that occur in land impressions and the best marks are usually near the base of the bullets like those seen below.

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For an animated and interactive demonstration of this process see the 3-D BULLET IDENTIFICATION DEMO.

Not all bullet identifications are like those seen in the above image.  Firearm examiners will examine the entire bullet for striations that agree with the standards.  Bullets can have as many as six, eight or even twenty-two different land and groove impressions and each one may have areas of agreement between the striations.  Taking an image of striations, like the one seen above will usually not be representative of the actual overall positive identification.  It really comes down to the experience of the firearm examiner and what they perceive to be the overall uniqueness of the striations that are present.

One of the biggest problems in making an identification is that few evidence bullets are submitted intact.  Most are badly distorted, wiped and/or fragmented.  The fragment seen below may not look like much but even small fragments and badly damaged bullets can still retain sufficient marks for an identification to be made.

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Until the questioned bullet is examined microscopically by a trained firearm examiner you just don't know if it has marks of comparative value.  The comparison image below shows the above bullet fragment (right) compared to a standard (left) fired from the submitted firearm.

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When comparisons are made between firearms and fired ammunition the results can read as follows:

  _EXHIBIT 1 (BULLET) WAS IDENTIFIED AS HAVING BEEN FIRED FROM EXHIBIT 2 (REVOLVER)._

  This conclusion is reached after all class characteristics agree and a sufficient correlation between individual characteristics is found.

  _EXHIBIT 1 (BULLET) COULD NEITHER BE IDENTIFIED NOR ELIMINATED AS HAVING BEEN FIRED FROM EXHIBIT 2 (REVOLVER). ALL COMPARISONS WERE INCONCLUSIVE._

  This conclusion is reached if class characteristics agree but there is an insufficient correlation between individual characteristics.

  _EXHIBIT 1 (BULLET) WAS NOT FIRED FROM EXHIBIT 2 (REVOLVER)._

  This conclusion is reached if class characteristics disagree.

Additional examples of bullet comparisons can be found in the _IMAGE GALLERIES_.

In some cases, a firearm may not be recovered for comparison.  When this happens firearm examiners can examine bullets for _GENERAL RIFLING CHARACTERISTICS (GRC) _ in an attempt to determine what brands of firearms from which the bullet may have been fired._ _ Check the GRC links above for more information on this type of examination.

We have now discussed how bullets can be identified as having been fired from a firearm but what about the cartridge cases.

Click the _NEXT_ button below to learn about _CARTRIDGE CASE IDENTIFICATION_.

question: What is the main topic of this post?

answer: The detailed procedure of bullet identification to find the unique patterns of rifling impressions.

question: What are the steps used in bullet identification?

answer: Bullets are examined for caliber, and comparison of rifling impression patterns on the bullet match those from the barrel of the firearm.

question: How are the rifling impressions made on the bullet?

answer: The impressions are created because imperfections in the surface of the interior of the barrel leave striation on the projectiles. These striations have the potential to be consistently reproduced in a unique pattern.

question: What is one of the biggest problems in making an identification of a bullet?

answer: One of the biggest problems is that few evidence bullets are submitted intact.  Most are badly distorted, wiped and/or fragmented.  The fragment seen below may not look like much but even small fragments and badly damaged bullets can still retain sufficient marks for an identification to be made.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This post explains the detailed procedure of bullet identification to find the unique patterns of rifling impressions. In order to identify bullets, they are examined for caliber, and comparison of rifling impression patterns on the bullet match those from the barrel of the firearm.


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DYLAN HOWARD (born 19 January 1982)[1][2] is an Australian entertainment journalist and media executive. He was the editor-in-chief and chief content officer at American Media from 2013-2020.[3] During his tenure, he oversaw _Us Weekly, OK!, Star, In Touch, Life & Style, RadarOnline,_ and _The National Enquirer,_ amongst others.[4]

Howard is a television producer and documentarian who, in partnership with Endeavor[5] developed and created shows for Investigation Discovery, TLC, and REELZ.[6][7][8] He is also the author of seven books covering true-crime and entertainment[9] and has produced several award-winning podcasts, including _Fatal Voyage: The Mysterious Death of Natalie Wood_.[10]

Howard was named the 2011 Entertainment Journalist of the Year at the Los Angeles Press Club’s National Entertainment Journalism Awards (NEJA).[11]

Early life

The younger of two brothers, Howard, grew up in the coastal town of Geelong, Victoria.[12] Howard began his studies at Western Heights College[13] and RMIT University before moving to Deakin. He holds a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism from Deakin University in Australia.[14]

Howard started his journalism career as a teenager in 1999, writing for _The Geelong Advertiser_,[15] a daily newspaper circulating in Victoria, Australia, and the Bellarine Peninsula.[16] He wrote an opinion column for the Saturday edition, Sports Section, titled “_Howard's Way._”[17]

Howard left the Geelong Advertiser and worked for a brief stint in New York for celebrity photo agency Big Pictures, owned by Geelong native, Australian media personality and politician Darryn Lyons.[18] He returned to Australia and worked for TNT (formerly Southern Cross News), a television station based in Launceston, Tasmania.[19] He was also a sportscaster for Australian radio stations, SEN 1116 and 3AW.[20]

Career

Seven News

Howard joined Seven News (7NEWS) in 2004[21] as a sports reporter and producer.[22] His primary reporting focus was on the Australian Rules Football League (AFL),[23] but during the summer months, he would present the Melbourne evening sports bulletin. Howard's 2007 report, revealing the impending sacking of an Australian football coach, garnered him local acclaim.[24] In 2008, Howard published a controversial AFL story that involved paying for and publishing two footballers’ medical records and the confidential details of their drug use.[25] The story prompted an investigation, and neither the network nor Howard was charged.[26] Howard left the network shortly after – when his contract was not renewed.[27][28]

In January 2009, Howard moved to New York to head Crocmedia's U.S. arm [29] and freelanced as an entertainment reporter for various publications including _Hello, Woman's Day, OK!, Men's Style, Ralph Magazine, In Touch,_ and _The Sunday Mail's Celebs on Sunday_.[30] In 2009, Howard reported for _Reuters_ in New York City.[31]

American Media, Inc.

In 2010, he joined _RadarOnline.com_ and _Star_ in Los Angeles as its senior executive editor.[32] In July 2010, Howard broke the Mel Gibson audiotape scandal after obtaining the expletive-laden recordings between Gibson and Oksana Grigorieva.[33][34]

In early 2012, Howard joined BuzzMedia as editor-in-chief of _Celebuzz.com_. Just over a year later, he returned as editor-in-chief of _RadarOnline.com_ in April 2013.[35] By 2014, the site's parent company, American Media, Inc.(AMI), named Howard editor-in-chief of the _National Enquirer_ in addition to his role as editorial director of Radar.[36][37]

Howard rose through the ranks to become vice president and chief content officer at American Media. He left the company on 31 March 2020, after his contract expired.[38]

During his leadership, Howard oversaw _Us Weekly, OK!, Star, In Touch, Life & Style, Closer, The National Examiner, RadarOnline.com,_ and _The National Enquirer_ and its U.K. edition, _Globe_. He oversaw American Media’s acquisitions of Us Weekly[39] and Bauer Media.[40]

Publications

In August 2019, Howard signed an exclusive deal to publish his true crime titles with Skyhorse and Start Publishing.[41]

-   _Epstein: Dead Men Tell No Tales_ (December 3, 2019)[42]
-   _Aaron Hernandez’s Killing Fields_ (November 5, 2019)[43]
-   _Diana: Case Solved_ (September 17, 2019)[44]
-   _The Last Charles Manson Tapes: Evil Lives Beyond the Grave_ (November 26, 2019)[45]
-   _Billion Dollar Hollywood Heist (March 24, 2020)_[46]
-   _Royals at War (June 30, 2020)_[47]
-   _BAD: An Unprecedented Investigation into the Michael Jackson Cover-Up (July 7, 2020)_[48]

Filmography

Howard appeared in, and executive produced the 3-part mini-series “JonBenet: An American Murder Mystery” on Investigation Discovery[49] and was the most-watched series in the history of the network (2016).[50] Howard also executive produced “_National Enquirer Investigates,_” “_Casey Anthony: An American Murder Mystery_,” “_The Kitty Kelley Files_,” and others. He has also made guest appearances on Dr. Phil, Entertainment Tonight, and Good Morning America.[51]

Awards

In 2011, Howard was named Entertainment Journalist of the Year at the National Entertainment Journalism Awards, where the judges labeled him the “go-to guy for authoritative showbiz news and analysis on cable and over-the-air television.” In awarding him the top national honor, they also noted: “In the world of celebrity and entertainment news, even mainstream media couldn’t ignore exclusive stories broken under Dylan Howard’s tenure as senior executive editor of RadarOnline.com.”

He is a twelve-time NEJA winner and 14-time finalist. He has previously won L.A. Press Club awards for online news reporting—Mel Gibson audiotapes—and investigative journalism, for exposing a secret Hollywood poker ring involving A-List actors Tobey Maguire, Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, and Leonardo DiCaprio.[52] He has been nominated 11 times for various L.A. Press Club awards.

Controversies

Jeff Bezos

On 7 February 2019, Jeff Bezos accused Howard, The National Enquirer, and AMI of attempted blackmail after The Enquirer exposed his extra-marital affair and released his private text messages.[53][54] Bezos published an email Howard had sent to his attorney describing various intimate photographs, including a “below the belt selfie” Howard had in his possession. In the blog post, Bezos refused to negotiate with AMI.[55] AMI attorney Jon Fine followed the email with demands that Bezos cease an ongoing investigation of AMI's previous release of Bezos' private text messages.[56] American Media Inc., said it “acted lawfully in the reporting of the story of Mr. Bezos. At the time of the recent allegations made by Mr. Bezos, it was in good faith negotiations to resolve all matters with him.”[57]

Howard was a party to a September 2018 non-prosecution agreement with Southern District of New York federal prosecutors.[58]

Donald Trump

_The New York Times_ reported on 23 August 2018 that Howard was cooperating with federal investigators examining hush payments made by Michael Cohen to two women on behalf of President Donald Trump.[59] _Vanity Fair_ reported that Howard had received witness immunity in exchange for his testimony.[60]

Ronan Farrow claims in his book _Catch and Kill: Lies, Spies, and a Conspiracy to Protect Predators_ that American Media, Inc. and the National Enquirer shredded sensitive Trump-related documents held in a top-secret safe on orders from then-editor-in-chief Howard the same day a reporter from the _Wall Street Journal_ asked for a comment for a story about how AMI paid $150,000 to Karen McDougal to keep her story about having an affair with Trump quiet before the election.[61][62]

Harvey Weinstein

Howard received media attention for providing Harvey Weinstein with information about Rose McGowan, an actress who made a sexual harassment claim directed toward Weinstein. Howard provided this information to Weinstein at the time Weinstein was denying any harassment claims and did so to maintain a strong working relationship with Weinstein due to “mutual business interests.”[63] Howard stated that he pursued Weinstein's request “as a courtesy” but refused to publish any material about the subject,[64] resisting each of Weinstein's “repeated efforts” to have Howard publish favourable stories about him or unfavourable stories about his accusers.[65]

On 7 March 2018, Howard successfully sued Nine Network's 60 Minutes after they unlawfully trespassed on private property and attempted to question him about the Weinstein story in his New York office lobby.[66]

In 2017, the Associated Press reported on an inquiry conducted by American Media in 2012 about a sexual harassment allegation toward Howard but concluded there was no serious wrongdoing.[67] American Media has supported Howard through the allegations, calling the accusations “baseless.”[68]

Medical records.

The medical records of two players from an AFL club were claimed to have been found in the gutter outside a clinic by a woman. After allegedly attempting to return the documents to the clinic and finding that the gates were locked, the woman began to call all the media outlets in Melbourne, offering the documents as a “public service.”[69] Her asking price was A$3,000. Channel 7 purchased the documents and around 4:15 on Friday, 24 August 2007, Channel 7 began reporting that it had a “huge story” related to AFL and drugs. At 6 pm AEST Howard went on air and named the club that the two players played for. A court injunction was sought to suppress the name and club mentioned in the records and was granted by Justice Kim Hargrave of the Supreme Court of Victoria.[70]

Later on 24 August, during half time on Channel 7's Friday Night Football, Howard participated in an on-air interview, conducted by Tim Watson where he claimed that after contacting the AFL, it had given Howard “approval” to go to air with the story. This interview went live, via Fox Sports to New South Wales and Queensland and on the CCTV at the Telstra Dome, but was not in the program that aired on the Seven Network during the delayed coverage into Victoria, South Australia or Western Australia after Howard admitted he inadvertently misspoke.

Howard, on Tuesday 28 August 2007, went on 3AW during the Sport's Today program and explained to Caroline Wilson that his comments on Friday night had been misinterpreted and that he had “apologised to those who misunderstood that at the time”.[71] The AFL CEO, Andrew Demetriou, then responded to Howard's interview on 3AW, saying that “It's mischievous, and we have asked him to apologise, given that it went to air in two states, and all Dylan Howard had to do was apologise. We will not be misrepresented to people about the AFL supporting a story that we've already said publicly we find obscene, abhorrent, the route of gutter journalism”.

Drugs in sports

On 1 August 2007, Australian Football League star, Jason Akermanis wrote an article[72] for Melbourne's NewsCorp paper, the _Herald Sun_, stating that he 'felt' that his direct opponent in previous games seemed able to run faster and recover better. The implication was that this player was using performance-enhancing drugs. Jason didn't name the player in his article, but it prompted an investigation by ASADA, the Australian Sports Anti-doping Authority.[73] Days later, Howard, who to date has yet to name his source,[74] revealed that the player who Jason was referring to and was being probed was Michael Braun[75] a player for the West Coast Eagles. Akermanis later apologised to Braun.

Violence

While on assignment in Ireland, broke the story that Australian Football League star Brendan Fevola had been in a fight with that pub's bartender while he was a member of the All Australian team visiting Ireland for the International Rules Series[76] Seven News purchased the video tape from a pub in Galway, Ireland, and broadcast it back into Australia.

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title: Dylan Howard

question: Summarize Howard's early life.

answer: Howard is the younger of two brothers and grew up in Geelong, Victoria. Howard began his studies at Western Heights College and RMIT University before moving to Deakin, where he obtained a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism.

question: What awards has Howard received?

answer: In 2011, Howard was named the Entertainment Journalist of the Year at the National Entertainment Journalism Awards. He is a twelve-time NEJA winner. He also won L.A. Press Club awards for online news reporting.

question: Summarize Howard's work at America Media, Inc.

answer: In 2010, he joined RadarOnline.com and Star in Los Angeles its senor executive editor. In July of the same year, Howard broke the Mel Gibson audiotape scandal after obtaining the expletive-laden recordings between Gibson and Oksana Grigorieva. In 2014, Radar Online's parent company American Media, Inc., named Howard editor-in-chief of the National Enquirer in addition to his role as editorial director of Radar. He rose through the ranks to become vice president and chief content officer at American Media. He left on March 31, 2020, when his contract expired.