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They were  sitting in the living area of their studio, if you could call it a living space. It was dank, and decrepit. It gave off the musk of an old basement. Everything here was lined with shadows, and so were the lives of this place’s inhabitants. The two men sat on the couch, both skinny and pale, and not a single hair on their bodies. Their tight black jumpsuits outlined their skeletal form. They stared down at the pathetic squirming thing, and listened to it’s screams echo and reverberate throughout their cavernous halls.

	“When do you think he’ll stop screaming?” said the man to the other.

	“I don’t know, it’s the most musical thing I’ve heard in my short time of living. Finally, a pain that I can relate too, Zankar.” Said the man to Zankar.

	“Tholius, how was you system update like?” said Zankar.

	“Imagine every cell in your body pureed, then shoved through a tube no wider than the head of a needle. As if we weren’t tortured enough. You’re lucky to be here since factory.”

The man was sweating himself into a frenzy.

	“We have too… Practice.” Said Zankar with tears welling in his eyes.

	 “We’ll have to wake up Zipdan.”

In a corner of the shadows was Zipdan, a man with a stare that looked into the black beyond itself. It had been years since he had spoken or shown a trace of humanity to the other residents.

	“Let’s go.” Said Tholius.

They got up, and walked around the newcomer on the floor and walked into the darkness, yelling and searching for Zipdan.

	“Ah Zipdan, there you are old chap.” Said Tholius, Zankar at his side.

Zipdan slowly turned his head and faced them both.  His face was pale and sunken in. They picked him up together, and carried him to the large iron door that lead to the practice space.

	“He downloaded lot’s of new songs this week. You bet it’s gonna be a long one. “ said Zankar, grabbing the heavy metal handle, and heaving it forward.

The room was humongous and circular, with a carpeted center in the middle. The ceiling raced high above in the sky, and the walls were lined with every instrument imaginable.

	“Hmm… let’s see…  This Crazy Town, by Rad Fish.” Said Tholius.

The walls lowest to them instantly rotated in a whirlwind, and a mechanical arm shot out of the side. It grabbed an electric guitar from the rows of uncountable thousands, and plugged it into an amp that came out mechanically out of the ground.

They were about to start playing, when their ears were filled with a deafening alarm. The room was covered in flashing red lights.

	“WE LIKE TO PARTY, BY THE SOUP GROUP” blared the speakers.

	“Oh fuck me, not this one again.” uttered Zankar.

They instantly broke out into the song, and fast and simple pop punk beat with lyrics attaining to drinking and having a good time.
They played, and their song blared through the glass screen of the Ipod, and out into the sea of college students, all partying and drinking with one another.

	“Woo! I love this song! You have a great taste in music, Jeremy.” said a young blonde teenager, who was dancing with a young clean man, who wore a university hoodie.

He took a sip of his beer and said “Yea, I listen to this song all the time. I have all their songs. I swear it seems that the song gets better every time I hear it. I don’t know what it is about the Ipod 15, but it makes all my songs sound like they’re playing in my living room!.”

	“Wow, I should buy one. I have to wait two months for my fucking phone upgrade.” She said in reply.

	“Ah, that sucks babe.” He said to her, as they started to grind on one another.

The boys played and played until there tiny fingers were bloody stubs. Playing this song, to that. This bubblegum party anthem to the next. This little boys, these little Jazz men were the bio-engineered product of tech supergiant Apple. Little feeling-less humans, to play all of your hits. It sounds like your really there! These microscopic sub-humans lived short lives, spent at the will and order of a world they didn’t understand. Apple produced them by the millions.
They played on until the wee hours of the night, the music itself pushed as far back into their sub-conscious as it would go, until it was filled instead with a dull nightmarish sorrow. They played for so long and with such fierce accuracy, that towards the end their jumpsuits and instruments were covered in dry blood, with fresh bright coats flowing over themselves  freely. Their tiny minds have already gone past the point of unbearableness.

They didn’t hear music. At least, not the way that you and I do. That ability didn’t seem to be their creators top priority. They only meant to play, for our ears and our ears alone. Human music to them was a drawn out discordant screech.

They finished playing when some drunk knocked off the ipod out of it’s stand sometime near the morning. Through their screen, the saw the sun rising of the window in the apartment. Tholius dropped his bass guitar and looked down at the blood in his hands, and then let out scream laced with pain and sorrow. He collapsed to the floor and began to sob. Zipdan stared at him indifferently, and then turned to walk back to his dark corner. Zankar looked at the suffering that surrounded him, the suffering that was all he knew.
He looked out the window. He saw people laughing and drinking coffee, and picking up beer cans from the night before. He put his guitar down slowly. He walked back to his bunk lost in a trance. He walked by the newcomer on the floor, to find him cold and still. He kneeled down to look at his empty face.

	“Update failed.” Said Zankar as he continued walking.

He went into his small cramped living space. He had broken strings and parts of instruments taped and nailed all over the walls. In the corner was an instrument he had crafted out of broken and spare parts, because the instruments couldn’t physically leave the studio in one piece. He lifted up the flimsy mattress and grabbed a handful of the scrap papers that were under it. Songs,  hundreds of songs he had jotten down and written over the years. The one thing that make him not pray for death.

The next morning, all was silent and all was calm. Their owner had decided to play some calm, relaxing piece with string sections and gentle guitars. They all went to their posts. Zankar felt a bead of sweat roll down his face.

	“Here we are again.” Tholius said to himself quietly.

They burst into the composition, all playing with unreal accuracy. As they played through the song, Zankar’s hands shook for the first time ever while playing. In one sudden movement, he stopped playing. The others looked at him in utter disbelief.

	“Fuck, my phone’s lagging.” Said Jeremy, as he started to shake the phone violently.

Suddenly the studio was filled with flying instruments, crashing this way landing that. One narrowly missed Zipdan’s head. They all struggled to find their footing. When Jeremy put his phone back down, they were all knee deep in the sea of assorting instruments. Zankar pulled himself self up out of the wreckage.

	“Brothers! Humans! My fellow prisoners! Today is the day we escape this tomb! The day that we stop being forced to play music we can’t understand, to a world we can’t understand. Today is the day we find our own way!” he shouted.

	He reached down into the rubble, and pulled out a lone drumstick. He walked up to the cello he was just playing moments ago, and pulled back the string as far as the would go. He cocked the stick like a bow and arrow, and took aim. He fired it into the large glass screen. It got stuck halfway through, and the crack spider-webbed across it’s surface. All of the inmates cheered and applauded, and nnow their was no stopping them. They threw everything they could get their hands on, heavy and small. The glass showered over them in small particles. The glass sounded like a thunderstorm as it gave way. They charged yelling, up the  mountain of instruments towards the screen.
	“What the fuck?!” yelled Jeremy as he saw the tiny men pile out of the screen of his Ipod. Zankar jumped onto his jacket, and started to climb up.

	“Ah! Get off! Get off!” cried Jeremy in shock.

Zankar climbed up his neck, dodging Jeremy’s wild blows, and headed for his vulnerable ear. He got up to it, and climbed in head first. Jeremy was now on the floor, screaming in fear. Zankar crawled along his ear canal, and then he found what he was looking for. Jeremy’s soft eardrum.

	“This is for the years of torment, Jeremy.” Whispered Zankar, as he pulled out his drumsticks and started to play the drums with more ferocity then he ever played before. Tholius followed suite, and climbed into his other ear, and they both played a vicious rhythm, until Jeremy’s ears were filled with ringing. They climbed out, leaving the terrified Jeremy writhing on the floor.

	They all climbed towards each other, through forest of a carpet.

	“What do we do now, Zankar?” said Tholius

	“We travel. We travel the world and spread our music and word, to people of our kind. To people who can understand us. Grab your most beloved instruments, and belongings. It’s gonna be a long road.” Said Zankar.

They scaled the wall, and walked out the open window to a bright and new morning.

title: [SF] The Screen. A short story about tiny people living in an Ipod.

question: What does the story say about Zipdan?

answer: Zipdan is one of the men inside of the iPods who plays the music. Zipdan seems tired of his existence, as he can barely get himself up to play the music. He stares into the abyss and his face is pale and sunken. When Tholius breaks down over the blood on his hands, Zipdan only stares at him indifferently and then walks back to his dark corner.

question: Summarize how the humans feel about the iPod.

answer: The humans seem to love the iPod. A young blonde teenager compliments Jeremy on his iPod, and says that she should buy one. Jeremy notes that the iPod 15 makes it seem like his songs are playing right in the living room.

question: What does the story say about how the men in the iPod feel about playing music.

answer: The men in the iPod are forced to play the music and dislike it. They describe it as a torture and sorrow filled experience. They play the instruments for so long and with such accuracy that their fingers become bloody stubs. Additionally, they don't hear the music like humans do. They hear it as a drawn out discordant screech. Tholius is so pained by it that he breaks down and screams.

question: What does the text say about revenge?

answer: The men in the iPod decide to escape the iPod and find their own way. Jeremy sees them climb out of his iPod screen, and screams when Zankar climbs up his jacket. Zankar decides to enact revenge by playing the drums on Jeremy's eardrum. Zankar says it's for the years of torment that Jeremy caused him. The little men leave Jeremy writhing on the floor as punishment for the suffering he's caused them.

question: Summarize Jeremy's death.


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_Mr. Smith was ready to be discharged home after his laryngectomy, an extensive operation that removes a patient’s throat due to cancer. In the opinion of Dr. Lu-Myers, he was a capable man who had passed his physical and occupational therapy evaluations with flying colors. Mr. Smith had fulfilled the doctor’s list of clinical discharge criteria, and she was eager to send him home. She planned to entrust him and his family to manage his dressing changes, as well as his tracheostomy and drain care, with the support of frequent outpatient nursing visits — all very routine protocol, especially for someone who seemed alert and capable._

_The day before Mr. Smith was to be discharged, Dolores, his nurse, approached Dr. Lu-Myers with some concerns: “Mr. Smith seems depressed to me, and you know, his wife has never come by to visit. I’m worried about us discharging him.” Dolores explained that Mr. Smith was undergoing a divorce, his children were not around, and he would likely be living alone. With the responsibility for his care now a concern, it was unsafe to discharge him. The care team ultimately found him a temporary rehabilitation facility where he recovered for two weeks until he was ready to go home._

This fictionalized vignette highlights an important aspect of health care: Providers often have vastly different ways of seeing and treating patients, as differences in profession, specialty, experience, or background lead them to pay attention to particular signals or cues and influence how they approach problems. For instance, one person might assess a patient through a clinical lens, focusing on whether the patient meets clinical criteria for discharge, while another might see the patient through a personal or social lens, considering the patient’s broader support system at home.

How these lenses are brought together to inform decision making can have profound implications for patients. While diverse perspectives and approaches to care are important, if they are not managed appropriately, they can cause misunderstandings, bias decision making, and get in the way of the best care. For instance, had the providers in Mr. Smith’s case not communicated effectively, he may have been sent home too soon, which could have led to complications or readmission.

Unfortunately, this collaboration tends to be the exception rather than the norm in many health care organizations. Communication failures are a common cause of patient harm. They are often due to a culture that does not promote the systematic sharing of differing perspectives, instead supporting a hierarchy of power and one-way transmissions of information — both of which hinder effective communication.

Differences in the lenses providers use to see and make sense of patients’ needs extend beyond physicians and nurses. For instance, when emergency department physicians handed off patients to hospital wards, they agreed with hospital physicians about the patient’s primary problem in fewer than 50% of handoffs. This is closely linked with ineffective communication and frequently leads to increases in medical errors and malpractice claims.

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Even within the same specialty, providers can have varying perspectives and approaches to care, due to their different backgrounds and experiences. Female physicians, for example, are more likely than male physicians to follow evidence-based practice and to engage in more preventive services (e.g., cancer screening) and communication (e.g., information giving, partnership building). Research has also demonstrated that male cardiologists are more likely to conduct invasive cardiac procedures on the average patient than their female counterparts are (which may be warranted for some patients but less so for others). Similarly, other health care professionals, such as system administrators and managers, also bring varying perspectives to their work that can influence the care patients receive, as highlighted in research by one of us (Jemima) on the racial backgrounds of opioid treatment program managers.

Each way of seeing a particular issue has its pros and cons; what matters is that providers learn to consider each other’s perspectives and communicate effectively when working together. This is the only way teams can reach a shared understanding of a patient’s diagnosis, identify and resolve any blind spots around an issue, and develop more-robust, well-rounded treatment approaches.

Similarly, individuals must learn to appreciate the limits of their own perspective and seek to adopt other lenses when complex problems demand it. We all adopt a default way of seeing any given issue, which can bias our choices and cause us to overlook other important details. This has been demonstrated in the classic “invisible gorilla” experiment, where participants were so focused on counting basketball passes in a video that they failed to notice someone in a gorilla suit walk by. And this tendency has been shown to impact health care providers as well. For example, in one study (inspired by the gorilla experiment), researchers asked radiologists to examine a set of CT scans of lungs for anomalous nodules. What the researchers didn’t disclose was that they had placed an image of a gorilla (larger than the average nodule) on one set of the lung images. The result: 83% of the radiologists missed the gorilla.

In our work to promote more-effective decision making and evidence-based practice, we have come across at least two ways that health professionals can get better at communicating with each other and adopting multiple lenses themselves.

CREATE AN ENVIRONMENT THAT SUPPORTS PERSPECTIVE SHARING AND EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATION AMONG TEAM MEMBERS. The multidisciplinary care team model, championed in modern health care, brings together different providers (e.g., physicians, nurses, social workers, and other specialists) to treat patients. This works best when teams communicate effectively and integrate their diverse perspectives.

Our colleagues at the Johns Hopkins Armstrong Institute for Patient Safety and Quality have shown how utilizing multidisciplinary teams in emergency departments can decrease the risk of misdiagnosis — a costly error that can result in patients being undertreated or overtreated. For instance, many patients come to the ER complaining of dizziness, a symptom that can indicate a variety of possible diagnoses. They found that including a physical therapist in the emergency department care team helped them more accurately diagnose causes of dizziness among ER patients, resulting in better treatment, better patient satisfaction, and faster discharge. This is because the physical therapist had specialized knowledge of a vestibular assessment technique that can help diagnose cause of dizziness.

But in order to leverage the benefits of others’ expertise, teams need to prioritize open communication. This requires a strong cultural shift toward voicing opinions and concerns and away from the often siloed, hierarchical, and blaming culture that can predominate in health care settings. Building this culture requires both top-down and bottom-up efforts, but leaders can set the tone through their actions and the behavior they reward among care team members.

One way to create this culture is to have teams practice sharing and adopting different lenses using simulations. We have begun implementing a case-based teaching exercise among surgeons, anesthesiologists, nurses, and technicians who work together to deliver surgical care to patients at Johns Hopkins. The goal is to help them recognize, surface, and integrate different lenses. In our simulation they must decide how to deal with a problematic surgeon who is receiving many complaints from coworkers. The exercise reveals team members’ different default ways of seeing the situation and allows them to practice adopting different lenses and combining each other’s different perspectives. In doing so, they can hone the effective communication needed to make better decisions during patient care.

Importantly, improving patient care doesn’t always mean bringing in different specialties, but it does involve team members being willing to acknowledge different perspectives and learn from one another. Sharing lenses with other people in one’s field — such as male and female surgeons sharing how they’d approach a particular patient — can give providers a more comprehensive view of a patient and a more robust plan for action. This is critical for improving care.

BUILD INDIVIDUAL PROVIDERS’ CAPACITY TO ADOPT MULTIPLE PERSPECTIVES. Not all patient care decisions are made in a team setting, so individuals must also practice applying different lenses to overcome the limitations of their default lens and improve their decision making. For example, they can ask, “If I was viewing this as my colleague would, would I see something else?”

Leaders in health care organizations can help by creating more opportunities for different professions to “shadow” one another. For instance, having a physician spend a few days working closely with and observing a nurse in a hospital might help them better understand how nurses respond to patient requests or challenges. Likewise, physicians, nurses, and others who work in one particular specialty might gain new lenses by rotating through a different specialty. While this rotation is common in clinicians’ early careers (e.g., during residency), ongoing exposure throughout their careers may help broaden their expertise and improve their problem solving. For instance, surgeon Atul Gawande recently wrote about his own transformative experience visiting primary care headache clinics and learning from their unique approach to diagnosing and treating patients.

Research by one of us (Kathleen) has demonstrated how individuals with experiences in different work domains, called having “intrapersonal functional diversity,” can improve team performance by promoting greater sharing of information among team members. This boosts performance more than simply bringing together different subject matter experts.

Building this intrapersonal diversity requires not only exposing providers to different experiences but also continually creating opportunities for them to apply what they learn so that they develop a habit of viewing challenging decisions through multiple lenses. For example, hospitals can create simulation, reflection, and mentoring programs to encourage clinicians to review and learn from their experiences.

Transformations in the U.S. health care system, along with the complex needs of patients, demand more-effective communication and collaboration among the various members of care teams. Understanding how to leverage and coordinate different perspectives will help to cut down on miscommunications and improve patient care. Errors can be avoided — and lives saved — by reducing the common tendency to view complex clinical issues through just one lens. Using perspective-expanding approaches to care, at both the team and individual level, will go a long way toward improving patient care and health outcomes.

question: What does the text say about dentists?

question: What does the text say about Mr. Smith?

answer: Mr. Smith recently had a laryngectomy, an extensive operation that removes a patient's throat due to cancer. According to his doctor, Mr. Smith was a capable man who had passed his physical and occupational therapy evaluations with flying colors. He had fulfilled the doctor's list of clinical discharge criteria and was alert enough to be sent home. Routine protocol suggests that Mr. Smith's family would be in charge of managing his dressing changes as well as his tracheostomy and drain care with the support of frequent outpatient nursing visits. His nurse, however, had concerns that Mr. Smith seemed depressed. He was undergoing a divorce and his wife never came to visit him. His children were not around and he would likely be living alone. Therefore, it was unsafe to discharge him because no one would care for him. Mr. Smith recovered for two weeks in a temporary rehabilitation facility until he was ready to go home.

question: What does the text say about the current issues with healthcare?

answer: Communication failures are a common cause of patient harm. Healthcare providers are often at odds with how they see and treat patients due to differences in profession, specialty, experience, or background. This causes them to pay attention to particular signals or cues and influence how they approach problems. Some healthcare providers might assess a patient through a clinical lens, while others might see the patient through a personal or social lens. These different views can have profound implications for patients. While diverse perspectives and approaches to care are important, these can cause biased decision-making and misunderstandings that can get in the way of the best care.

question: Summarize the views of the opposing sides.

answer: Even within the same specialty, providers can have varying perspectives and approaches to care due to their different backgrounds and experiences. Female physicians are more likely than male physicians to follow evidence-based practice and to engage in more preventive services like cancer screening, and communication (e.g., information giving, partnership building). Research has shown that male cardiologists are more likely to conduct invasive cardiac procedures on the average patient than their female counterparts are. Other healthcare professionals like system administrators and managers, also bring different perspectives to their work that can influence the care the patients receive.


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*I'm sure I close the closet door alot more than I ever open it.*

This thought perplexed me as I reversed my car, headed to another monotonous day of work. I was a single 24 year old, who lived alone, didn't have any pets and very few friends. Strangely enough though, the closet door wasn't the only odd thing that had been happening over the last couple of weeks. I found many a thing not where I left it. The TV was on and on mute when I came back home the other day. My chicken sandwich had disappeared from the fridge this morning.

*What could possibly be causing this?*

I dwelled on it as I continued my drive to work, and then  suddenly a solution came to mind.

*Screw it. I'm gona find out once and for all.*

I slammed on my brakes, bringing the car to  a screeching halt. I did quick U turn and start heading back home. A few minutes later I pulled into my driveway, stopped my car and quickly walked to the door. Unlocking it and closing it behind me, I walked upstairs and into my bedroom only to be greeted by a familiar sight.

It had happened again.

The closet door was open.

I decided to put my plan into action. Closing the closet door first, I hurried over to my bedside drawers and opened the top draw, pulling out a black small bag. Unzipping it, I pulled out my video camera. I turned it on and positioned it on my bed, making sure that it can see the closet. I pressed the record button and then carefully positioned some dirty clothes over it, obscuring it from view, yet making sure that the lens wasn't blocked either.

My plan accomplished, I headed back downstairs, locked the door and hopped back into my car. Sure I was going to be late for work, but this was worth it.

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The day passed like any other day at work.

Paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. Boss comes by to check on my progress, and starts asking questions. Yes Sir. No Sir. Three bags full sir.

Toilet.

Coffee break.

Repeat.

But what really was on my mind the whole day, was that video camera lying on my bed.

*What will the video camera catch on film?*

The thought plagued me as the hours slowly and painfully inched by. The hands of clock finally struck five, after what seemed like an eternity, and my day at work was finished. I walked very quickly through the office, needing to get home as soon as possible. I could see out of the corner of my eye that some of my co-workers were raising their eyebrows in amusement at the hurriedness of my pace, but I didnt care. I needed to see what that video camera recorded.

Workcard punched.

Crowded elevator.

Underground carpark.

Car keys in my hand.

Unlock my car.

Engine started.

Pedal to the metal.

My car shot out of the underground carpark and onto the road. I was probably speeding now that I think of it, but at the time, speeding was the least of my worries.

*What will the video camera catch on film?*

I pulled onto the onramp for the motorway, it usually being the fastest way home.

*Fuck.*

I had forgotten about the traffic. Cars lined the motorway, slowly inching along every few seconds. Everyone was trying to do what I was doing... Trying to get home.

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The sun had set by the time I finally pulled onto the street that I lived on. It had taken me a good hour and a half to get home through that congested motorway, and to make things even worse, it seemed like the power was out for the whole suburb.

*Stupid electricity companies doing work at the worst times. Typical.*

I pulled into my drive, hopped out and almost ran to my front door. Unlocking it and closing it behind me,  I flicked on the light switch. Nothing happened. I let out a heavy sigh, as I remembered that the power is down. Stumbling in the dark, my hands outstretched feeling for the walls, I finally make it to my kitchen cupboards. My hand grasped blindly in the dark, trying to feel for the box of matches and  candles that I knew was there in the top shelf. Or at least, was meant to be in there.

*Please. Please, still be here...Aah, got them.*

Finally feeling them, I grabbed them both and after a few minutes managed to start lighting candles. Leaving one candle flickering by the front door, I lit another one and my way upstairs. To my bedroom. Stepping through the doorframe, I squinted trying to see in the low light whether the closet door was open or closed.

*Thank God.*

The closet door was closed. Just as I had left it. This, at least was a good sign. Heading over to the bed, I pulled of the clothes and looked for my video camera. It was also just where I left it. It was still even recording. I stopped and then saved the recording, and then I hit play.

I was glued to the screen, expecting to see some ghost to appear on the video recording.  A minute passed. Nothing happened. Then two, then three. I started fast forwarding it.

Still nothing.

*Maybe there was nothing after all.*

Then suddenly something flashed across the screen in the video recording. I held my breath in anticipation , but the fast forwarding was too fast and I couldn't see anything but a blur. I immediately rewound it and pressed play, and what I saw made my body freeze in terror.

A man had walked into my bedroom, opened the closet door, got inside, and closed the closet door.

*HOLY FUCK!*

*Screw ringing the police! I have to get out of my house.. NOW!*

Still holding the video camera, my legs lept into action. I raced out of my bedroom and down the stairs. Almost skidding on the floor, I turned while running, heading for the front door.  And then I froze.

There was a man blocking the door.

In his hands lay my metal baseball bat. A grin escaped his lips as he uttered but a single sentence.

"Did you think you were alone in the dark?"

title: The Closet Door

question: Summarize the odd incidents other than the closet door.

answer: The narrator becomes suspicious because his closet door keeps being left open even though he closed it. Beyond this he has found many things not where he initially put them. He also noticed his TV turned on and on mute when he came home the other day. In addition to that, his chicken sandwich had also disappeared from the fridge when he checked in the morning.

question: What does the text say about the video camera?

answer: The narrator is concerned by the odd happenings in his home, particularly his closet door being opened. He decides to conceal a video camera in his bedroom facing the closet to get answer to this mystery while he's at work. All day at work he thinks about the video camera, and he rushes to leave as soon as work is done. At home, he immediately goes to check what the camera filmed while he was gone. The camera reveals that a man had walked into the narrator's bedroom, opened the closet door, got inside, and closed the door.

question: What does the text say about what happens after the narrator discovers who closed the closet door?

answer: After the narrator discovers that a man is the culprit for all the oddities going on in his home, he is panicked. He realizes he needs to leave his house immediately before calling the police. Before he can, the man is blocking the front door and is holding a metal baseball bat. The man smiles and asks the narrator if he thought he was all alone in his dark house.

question: What does the text say about the narrator's death?


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 [Syria]
Fighting in the Turkish-Syrian border town of Ras al-Ain

The West’s Kurdish allies on Sunday night announced they had agreed to a Russian-brokered deal to allow the Assad regime into their territory in a bid to spare their cities from a Turkish assault afterthey were abandoned by Donald Trump.

Hours after the US said it was withdrawing all of its troops from northern Syria, the Syrian Democratic Forces (SDF) said it had reached an agreement to allow Bashar al-Assad’s troops into their territory.

“If we have to choose between compromises and the genocide of our people, we will surely choose life for our people,” said Mazloum Kobani Abdi, the commander of the SDF.

It was not immediately clear if the agreement with Assad would bring a halt to the Turkish offensive or if the Turkish military and its Syrian rebel allies would continue to advance.

But the deal appeared to strike a death knell for Kurdish hopes of maintaining autonomy from Damascus in their own semi-state in northeast Syria.

The announcement marked a stunning fall for the SDF, who just a week ago could count on the support of the US military in deterring Turkey from taking action.

That security came to an end last Sunday night when Mr Trump told Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, Turkey’s president, the US would not interfere in a Turkish attack on northeast Syria.

“The betrayal process is officially completed," an SDF official said of the US withdrawal.

Turkish warplanes thundered into Syrian airspace while Turkish-backed rebel forces advanced against the SDF on the ground and on Sunday night Kurdish commanders decided they had to strike a deal to prevent annihilation.

While the formal details of the agreement were not announced, Syrian regime forces appeared poised to enter many of the key Kurdish-held cities along the Turkish-Syrian border, including Kobani, Manbij and Qamishli.  Many of the areas hold vast symbolic importance for the Kurds, who have lost 11,000 men fighting against the Islamic State (Isil) in the last five years to free those cities from jihadist rule.

A woman sits in the back of a truck as they flee Ras-al-Ain

The announcement came after Mark Esper, the US defence secretary, said he and Mr Trump had decided to withdraw all 1,000 US troops from northern Syria because the Turks “likely intend to expand their attack further south than originally planned”.

“We have American forces likely caught between two opposing advancing armies and it's a very untenable situation,” he said on Sunday morning.

While Mr Trump said last week he was removing around 50 US commandos from a 120km section of the Turkey-Syria border, hundreds of other American soldiers remained near Kurdish key cities like Kobani and Qamishli.

News of the US retreat sparked panic across northern Syria as civilians, who believed their towns might be spared from Turkish onslaught by the presence of American forces, started fleeing their homes. At least 200,000 people have been displaced so far, aid groups said, and the number is likely to rise.

The town of Ras-al-Ain in flames

The decision came as civilian casualties mounted andIslamic State prisoners took advantage of the chaos to mount a mass escape.

Kurdish authorities said early on Sunday around 785 women and children escaped from a camp in Ain Issa when it came under attack from Turkish shelling.

Isil inmates “attacked the camp guard and opened the gates” while Kurdish forces were under fire, authorities said.

Tooba Gondal, a notorious British Isil recruiter from Walthamstow, and her two children, may have been among those who fled and her whereabouts were unknown on Sunday night.

Ms Gondal travelled to Syria to join Isil in 2015 and has been accused of grooming other young British women, including Shamima Begum, to follow her.

There were unconfirmed reports last night that Ms Gondal had contacted family back in Britain to tell them she had escaped the camp.   The Telegraph understands at least three other British women, and reportedly three British orphans, were held in Ain Issa camp before the break-out.

British Isil recruiter Tooba Gondal pictured inside Ain Issa camp

The SDF warned the West the breakout may be the first of many and that the resurgent jihadists “will come knocking on your doors” if the Turkish offensive is not stopped.

Mr Trump said on Sunday night that Turkey and the Kurds must not allow Isil prisoners to escape and blamed the terror risk on Europe for not taking them back.

"The US has the worst of the ISIS prisoners. Turkey and the Kurds must not let them escape," he tweeted.

"Europe should have taken them back after numerous requests. They should do it now. They will never come to, or be allowed in, the United States!"

The SDF said Turkish-backed rebel fighters intercepted a car carrying Hevrin Khalaf, a Kurdish political leader with the Future Syria Party, and shot her to death along with her driver and an aide on Saturday.

Video footage showed her black SUV riddled with bullet holes while Arabic-speaking Syrian fighters cheered.

Turkey has said such fighters, known as the National Army, would be at the forefront of anti-Isil operations once the Kurds were defeated.

While US officials insisted America was opposed to the Turkish invasion, Mr Trump struck a laissez-faire note in a series of Sunday morning tweets.

“The Kurds and Turkey have been fighting for many years,” he noted. “Others may want to come in and fight for one side or the other. Let them!”

The US has yet to slap any sanctions on Turkey for the assault, despite White House warnings that it would target the Turkish economy if the offensive led to a humanitarian crisis or disrupted anti-Isil operations.

Both outcomes have already happened.

At least 60 civilians have been killed in northern Syria and 18 civilians have died from Kurdish shelling in southern Turkey since last Wednesday, according to the Syrian Observatory.

France and Germany both announced they were halting arms sales to Turkey but the UK did not match their announcements. Britain approved military export licenses worth £583m to Turkey in 2017, including licenses for attack aircraft and helicopters.

question: What led to the U.S's sudden withdrawal from Syria?

answer: Syria and Turkey were at war, and Syria had asked the U.S for military support to prevent Turkey from attacking them. Despite sending troops to the Syrian border, Trump betrayed Syria by informing Erdogan that they would not interfere in a Turkish strike on northeast Syria. Additionally, the U.S defense secretary claimed he and Trump agreed to remove all 1,000 US troops from northern Syria because the Turks planned to attack further south. Also, American forces were possibly sandwiched between two hostile marching armies - a highly precarious situation. Meanwhile, on the ground, Turkish-backed rebel troops moved on the Syrian Democratic Forces (SDF). Kurdish commanders realized they had to make a bargain to survive.

question: What resulted in the U.S's withdrawal of support to the SDF?

answer: When the US refused to provide military support, the SDF felt deceived and demoralized. As a result of the announcement of the US withdrawal, residents in northern Syria began fleeing their communities because they initially believed the American soldiers would protect them from Turkish assault. At least 200,000 people were relocated, with more expected. Meanwhile, Islamic State detainees used the turmoil to flee in numbers. Turkish bombardment attacked the Ain Issa camp, causing 785 women and children to run. The convicts also attacked the camp guard and opened the gates while Kurdish soldiers were attacked. The SDF had warned the West that a resurgent Islamist movement would knock on doors if the Turkish offensive continued.

question: What other moves did the Kurdish allies make after Trump's betrayal?

answer: After Trump abandoned them, the West's Kurdish allies declared they had agreed to a Russian-brokered plan to let the Assad regime into their region. The SDF then said it had decided to let Bashar al-army Assad enter their territory. Sadly, the agreement with Assad did not appear to stop the Turkish offensive, and the Turkish military and its Syrian opposition partners continued to advance. The arrangement seemed to diminish Kurdish dreams for autonomy from Damascus in their semi-state in northeast Syria.

question: What was the outcome of Turkey's assault on Syria?

answer: According to the Syrian Observatory for Human Rights, at least 60 civilians were killed in northern Syria, and 18 civilians were killed by Kurdish shelling in southern Turkey. France and Germany indicated that they would be suspending arms sales to Turkey, but the United Kingdom did not follow their lead. In 2017, the United Kingdom granted military export licenses to Turkey totaling £583 million, including licenses for attack aircraft and helicopters.

question: What does the text say about how to broker a Russian deal?


text:
“Why do they make this so goddamn hot? They must want to burn your tongue so you can’t taste how much they water it down. I can barely taste anything anymore. Maybe I should sue them; get my big pay out and open my own shop that sells coffee at the proper dilution and temperature. Ground breaking idea---coffee that doesn’t leave my customers writhing under the pain of a blistering tongue everyday of their miserable lives. I guess I should just stop coming here. But, then I’d have to find a new place to go and find new things to complain about there. Seems like a lot of hassle over a tongue with a few burned off taste buds....”

 	Kurt stared at his laptop screen, glowing blue in the ambient mood lighting of Brew-Ha-Ha, the non-alcoholic version of the local dive in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, tucked away down a little side street off the main drag. Few ever went looking for it unless they already knew where it was. He had just arrived, and already there was a bitter taste in his mouth. He had run through nearly the same monologue in his mind day in and day out, for the better part of the year since he had started going there.

	Today was the day, though. Today, he was going to make real progress on this story; this pulitzer-potential Great American Novel that he merely needed to coax from the ends of his neurons. He looked at the thousand or so words he’d managed to choke up: something about a guy in a coffee shop in front of a laptop trying to look like he was doing something important in order to avoid social discourse.

	“Fuck.” He mouthed the word as he thought it to himself.

	He set his coffee down to the side and popped the cheap plastic lid off so it could cool down. He watched for a moment as the steam rose gleefully from the surface. Glee had no business here. Moving his hand in a well practiced multi-touch technique, he was able to have his Facebook screen up in less than a second.

	The blue-motif world of Facebook was calming for him. Every second spent wasted checking up on the friends he once had was a second spent away from making any real progress. Progress was hard. It took concentration; motivation. It was far easier to scroll this infinite tome the internet had written for him. And it was an illustrated novel. There were pictures of his elementary school friends looking chiseled as they hung out by some undisclosed body of water with beers in hand and faceless tan girls in little pink bathing suits that always seemed one size to small.

	“Those stupid parties are never any fun anyway. I always end up drinking too much on my own and doing something stupid. Remember that time I thought it was funny to dump the contents of the punch bowl down the front of my pants like I was drinking it from my crotch? And then I thought it was also funny to moon the cops when they came because apparently I didn’t leave when I was asked. Actually that is still pretty funny. Anyway, look at those stupid assholes. They’re never going to amount to anything beyond their quaint little small town parties. I’m better off not being there. Even if they invited me, I still wouldn’t go.”

	He scrolled down some more to a picture of his high school best friend, Max, and his golden retriever. It was a sunny, and they were alone together in some field with tall grass.

	“Pfft. How silly. Why is he posting a picture of him and his dog as a profile picture? That’s a bit sad. Doesn’t he have any real friends to post pictures with? That stupid dog is probably all he has in the world. How pathetic.”

	In the midst of his spewing of thoughts, Kurt remembered his own golden retriever that he had when he was growing up. He remembered the day they had to take him to the vet and how he stayed with him as they poked him that long needle. He remembered watching his eyes close for the last time. And he remember crying in a heap on the floor harder than he ever had in his life. His expression was dazed, backlit by the monitor like a ghost wandering in the moonlight. He absentmindedly clicked ‘like.’

	*Cute puppy! Reminds me of my own when I was growing up.* He mouthed the words as he typed them in to the comments section. He read them over twice before holding down the backspace deleting his words from existence.

	He continued the scroll stopping at a picture posted by his long ex-girlfriend, Kate. She was with her new boyfriend. The caption indicated they were engaged.

	“Kate’s too young to get married. She shouldn’t give her life to some guy like that. Who knows what she’ll be missing out on. Look at that guy. Looks like a Friday night bar pick-up. I can smell the ink on the divorce papers drying from here. I guess I should be nicer. I’m sure they’re going to end up okay. I wonder if they’ll have kids. Shit, he’s a good looking guy. I bet they’re kids will be good looking and popular in school. I miss you, Kate. I wish I could tell you. ‘Kurt and Kate.’ Our names even sounded good together.... What am I doing? How is that any type of indication of two peoples’ compatibility? It means nothing. I’m actually stupid. I moved on from this many, many years ago---and yet here I am. I’ve never had another girl like her, though. She was so amazing. And now she’s boning this other fuck-stick, while here I am in this stupid coffee shop with this retarded name, burnt out from whacking off every other day. I can’t let her know this. Should I say ‘congratulations’? No, I’ll just like it. Would that be weird? Fuck, just get off Facebook, you asshole.”

	Kurt closed the window with a rapid fire keyboard shortcut and saw his measly thousand words staring back at him once more. He picked up his coffee and took a swig.

	“Goddammit! How is this still hot?” He spoke his mind out loud this time and the quiet little people on their own little laptops looked over his way with a combination of confusion and dismay. ‘Out loud’ is forbidden here.

	Kurt closed his laptop a bit more forcibly than he was accustomed, but it still made a soft little pat sound. He looked down at his closed computer in front of him, and then up at all the other people quietly drinking their coffee and going about their work. There was an Asian girl in the corner with chin length hair and square goggle-glasses. She stared intently at her computer while sipping on some drink through a straw.

	“I bet it’s a non-fat chai something something something. Asians are crazy about the chai. Great, now I’m a racist. Good going, Kurt. As if you didn’t have enough wrong with you. I wonder if she’s writing a book, too. Probably not. She’s probably studying for math or engineering or something... Goddammit, you racist fuck! I’m the worst. I should just go talk to her and ask her about herself. That’s not weird, right? Why is not talking to each other the new norm? Oh, shit...”

	The girl in the corner made eye contact with Kurt, realizing she was being stared at. Kurt quickly looked away and pretended he was minding his own business and the girl quickly returned to her own endeavors.

	Kurt turned his attention now to a man sitting a few places down at a table parallel to his own spot. He was drinking a coffee and reading a book.

	“Great---another guy in the world who’s better looking than me. Chalk another one up. Why isn’t his coffee dissolving the taste buds on his stupid tongue? He must be blessed by the caffeine gods. Who wears a blazer to a coffee shop like this, anyway? Who’s he trying to impress? What a phony. What’s he reading?”

	Kurt leaned forward and squinted to decrypt the title of the book.

	“Oh hang on everyone! You’d better fasten your seat belts. This guys’s reading The Catcher in the Rye. How original. We got a regular literary fucking genius over here. Everyone else put your shit books away, can’t you see we’re reading The Catcher in the Mother-Fucking Rye. I didn’t know you were even allowed to read that once you graduated high school. He’s probably in here trying to pick up freshmen girls or something. The little airheads who walk around with their heads up their asses because their shit don’t stink because they read the Themes Motifs & Symbols tab on SparkNotes for stupid, wipe-my-ass Catcher in the Rye. You know, whatever. Good for him. I bet he gets laid tonight while I’m naked and jackin’ it in San Diego.”

	Kurt chuckled to himself.

	“I wonder if he watches South Park. Dammit...”

	The man looked up from his book to see Kurt looking back. He was able to squeeze in a quick, but sincere smile before Kurt whipped his gaze away.

	“Oh, what a guy. Reads J. D. Salinger and offers sincere smiles to strangers. I should contact the pope and see about pushing his canonization papers through.”

	He looked down at his laptop again, remembering he had just closed it. Not enough time had passed from him to throw it back open again---there’s rules here. Impaired of other options, he plunged his hand in to his right front pocket and whipped out his iPhone.

	Nothing. No texts. No SnapChats. No Facebook updates. Kurt flipped back and forth from page to page of useless apps. One, for instance, was called Coffee Finder. With one click you can find coffee shops that are near to your current location and read their menus and reviews from other customers.

	“Solid download.”

	Kurt clicked on Coffee Finder. A map popped up with a blue dot emitting little waves to indicate his current locale. It hovered over a red dot that read Brew Ha-Ha. He clicked on it. An image of the facade of the building popped up. He clicked on the about tab. The location apparently used to be a furniture store in the 1950s, a grocery store through the 90s, abandoned for 10 years, and then repurposed as ‘Oshkosh’s favorite gourmet coffee establishment.’

	“Gourmet, my ass. Although, I am drinking shitty coffee on historical land. Or at least I would if it would ever not be scalding.”

	He looked over menacingly toward his still steaming cup of French Roast.

	“I hate you.”

	He looked back at his phone and clicked on the review tab. The average: two and a half stars.

	“Seems about right.”

	He clicked on the read more button. The first review was five star. Holly J. writes: *Brew Ha-Ha is a great little whole-in-the-wall coffee shop. It offers a cozy atmosphere and really friendly service. If only the hoards of Starbucks drinkers would turn around the corner their eyes would be....*(continue reading)

	The review was cut off and you had to click if you wanted to read the rest of it. Kurt did not oblige. The next review down was one star. Blueballs69 writes: *This place sucks. The person behind the counter was picking his wedgy as he asked me what I wanted. When I got my coffee, it tasted like ash and burned off half my taste buds. Go to Starbucks. Brew Ha-Ha sucks....*(continue reading)

	“This guy gets it! Let’s see what he has to say. Click-a-roo.” Kurt clicked the button.

	*...balls.*

	“Worth it I think.” Kurt smirked slyly to himself as he rested his arm on the table staring methodically into his phone.

(continued....)

title: [RF] Coffee Shop

question: What does the story say about how to make a cup of tea?

question: Summarize the primary source of tension in the story.

answer: The primary source of tension is Kurt's inability to write and make real progress on his novel, which all boils down to procrastination. He has been coming to the coffee shop, Bew Ha Ha, for the better part of the year telling himself today is the day he works on his novel. Kurt keeps staring at his laptop screen, coaxing the words out of his brain, but it isn't working. His first 1,000 words are about a guy in a coffee shop in front of a laptop, trying to look like he was doing something important to avoid social discourse. Kurt doesn't realize it, but he is becoming the guy in the coffee shop sitting in front of his laptop. His words become a self-fulfilling prophecy as he wastes time procrastinating.

question: Summarize how Kurt deals with his inability to write and make progress on his novel.

answer: Kurt deals with his inability to write his novel by engaging in all kinds of distractions and procrastinating. He checks his Facebook feed, internally criticizing his friends and judging people based on their photos and activities. He never comments anything negative though, and just keeps it to himself. Kurt complains to himself about the quality of the coffee he's drinking and the coffee shop itself. He wants to quit coming to Brew Ha Ha but realizes he needs to find a new place where he can write his novel. Kurt thinks he'll find new things to complain about there, too. Instead of writing his novel, he stares at other coffee shop patrons and judges them based on looks and what they are doing. He wonders about the lives of other people and how good they have it compared to him. Kurt plays with the Coffee Finder app on his iPhone. He checks out the map and reads the comments about Bew Ha Ha.


text:
Part one of this two part series talked about the building of this Planck keyboard. It concluded by mentioning the full programmability aspect of one of these things, allowing you to customise every aspect of it. Every single key can be mapped to pretty much whatever you want whether it's the desire to set every key to the 'A' key, or creating a new function key/layer. Given this ability, it only makes sense to organise these layers in a sensible way! This post will explore the layers that I created and my thinking behind them.

 [Finished build]

The Planck comes stock with a few different layers: Lower, Raise, Base layer, and Adjust (Lower + Raise). It also comes stock with the ability to set the base layer to a variety of layouts such as QWERTY, Dvorak, Colemak, and Plover. However, I'm not counting these as layers as it effectively just modifies the base layer keys that you see below! Still cool though.

Base layer

 [Base layer]

I didn't actually change the base layer much. As the development of the layers progressed, I saw a need to separate functionality a bit more and instead of having crowded Raise (red) and Lower (blue) layers, I introduced another function key 'FN' (green) as well as turning the spacebar into a function key (orange) when held. Turns out the space function created quite a nice user experience! We'll get to those later though.

A few other key considerations is that I swapped the position of 'CTRL' to be the left-most key as this is what I'm used to on other boards, and I also turned 'Enter' into 'Shift' when held. It turns out that I struggle to cope without right shift. I wasn't aware until I tried this keyboard out!

Lower ⇓

 [Lower layer]

Numbers. Who doesn't love a bit of numbers? I previously mentioned that I wanted to group the functionality of similar keys. I basically wanted an entire layer dedicated to the numpad for doing calculations. I also added a shift key in there too in case for whatever reason I wanted to turn these numbers into symbols like you can with a normal keyboard by holding the shift key down. I doubt I'll ever use it but I had the real estate available.

Raise ⇑

 [Raise layer]

I'm a Software Engineer by trade, and as such I use a lot of symbols. The Raise layer contains all of the symbols that I'll need to be able to code . This is the layer that I arguably spent the most amount of time revising. It went through many iterations where all of the brackets were mainly grouped in the right corner but didn't work without making a funny claw shape with my hand. After trying it out for many weeks this just didn't work as well as I wanted to. I had to stop lying to myself that this layer that I'd spent ~6 months working on before the keyboard arrived wasn't absolute crap.

I decided to follow the Colemak pattern and moved these commonly used keys to the 'Home row'. The 'Home row' is the row of keys where your fingers naturally rest (the row containing 'F' and 'J' on QWERTY). By putting commonly used keys on this row it minimises the need to move your hands around as much. As it turns out, this works pretty well and is super comfortable to use. It took a little while to remember where I put everything, but once I did it felt very natural.

FN

 [Fn layer]

This additional FN layer was intended to be home to function keys and macros. I don't normally use the 'F1-12' keys so I moved them away from the common 'Raise' and 'Lower' layers and put them here. I also love ASCII art and use the faces that you see above quite often as responses to messages. It can sometimes be a chore to google, copy, and paste them. Why not put them on a layer of their own? This is still a work in progress and I haven't quite figured out how to program them into the keyboard, but this is my intention.

Space FN

 [Space function layer]

Aaaaaand everything else. I mentioned a few times that I didn't want to overcrowd the layers. The space layer became a bit of a navigation layer as sometimes it can be a bit of an effort to use the arrows keys on the base layer. Having two commonly placed sets of arrows ('WASD' and 'HJKL') equidistant to the spacebar makes for a very convenient and comfortable way to navigate around. I may move 'Page Up', 'Page Down', 'Home', and 'End' to this layer at some point but it's fine for now.

Adjust (⇑ ⇓)

 [Adjust layer]

Finally the adjust layer contains keyboard settings and configurations. The default layout for this layer to me made absolutely no sense. There was no pattern or indication as to why the keys were in the positions they were, so I shuffled them. That's the beauty of this firmware!

The layout changers were placed on their initials key, so 'QWERTY' on 'Q', 'Colemak' on C, and 'Dvorak' on 'D'. I then grouped the on/off up/down keys on the right all following the same convention. This is the layer that I expect to be on the least but it's good to have it organised in case I require it.

The Technicals

_"How do you even program the keyboard?"_ I hear you cry out. The firmware, QMK (_Quantum Mechanical Keyboard_), is written in C and allows you to use the defined key-codes to create your mappings.

Let's take the base layer for example:

        /* Qwerty
         * ,-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------.
         * | Tab  |   Q  |   W  |   E  |   R  |   T  |   Y  |   U  |   I  |   O  |   P  | Bksp |
         * |------+------+------+------+------+-------------+------+------+------+------+------|
         * | Esc  |   A  |   S  |   D  |   F  |   G  |   H  |   J  |   K  |   L  |   ;  |  "   |
         * |------+------+------+------+------+------|------+------+------+------+------+------|
         * | Shift|   Z  |   X  |   C  |   V  |   B  |   N  |   M  |   ,  |   .  |   /  |Enter |
         * |------+------+------+------+------+------+------+------+------+------+------+------|
         * | Ctrl |  FN  | Alt  | GUI  |Lower |    Space    |Raise | Left | Down |  Up  |Right |
         * `-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------'
         */
        [_QWERTY] = LAYOUT_planck_grid(
    KC_TAB,  KC_Q,    KC_W,    KC_E,    KC_R,    KC_T,      KC_Y,      KC_U,    KC_I,    KC_O,    KC_P,    KC_BSPC,
    KC_ESC,  KC_A,    KC_S,    KC_D,    KC_F,    KC_G,      KC_H,      KC_J,    KC_K,    KC_L,    KC_SCLN, KC_QUOT,
    KC_LSFT, KC_Z,    KC_X,    KC_C,    KC_V,    KC_B,      KC_N,      KC_M,    KC_COMM, KC_DOT,  KC_SLSH, MT(MOD_LSFT, KC_ENT),
    KC_LCTL, FN,      KC_LALT, KC_LGUI, LOWER,   SPACE_FN,  SPACE_FN,  RAISE,   KC_LEFT, KC_DOWN, KC_UP,   KC_RGHT
        ),

You can see that KC_TAB corresponds to the tab key, KC_ESC to escape and so forth. MT(MOD_LSFT, KC_ENT) for example is _'Mod-Tap'_. I mentioned during the Base layer section that I turned 'Enter' (KC_ENT) into 'Shift' (MOD_LSFT) when held down and when tapped it acts as a normal Enter key. MT in this case allows me to do this. Full documentation on the keycodes available is accessible at the QMK github repository.

These mappings are then applied by running a simple command where _'smittey'_ is the name of my layout, _'rev5'_ is the PCB revision, and _'dfu'_ is the bootloader:

make planck/rev5:smittey:dfu

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As I mentioned, these layers are a work in progress and are constantly being tweaked to work better for me. I doubt that they will change drastically but it's likely that in a few months my actual mappings won't reflect what's in this post. For now though this is a good record of _V 1.0_ of my Planck keyboard.

You can find my full mappings and source code on Github here, the above layout to edit and further improve on here, and if you have any comments or potential improvements (as I'm sure there are many) please do let me know in the comments below!

question: What is a Planck keyboard?

answer: A multilayered keyboard that can be adapted by the user so that every key can be mapped to whatever purpose they like. The multiple layers include Lower, Raise, Base and Adjust (Raise + Lower) which can be switched between for the users functionality.

question: Summarize how the author adapts his Planck keyboard to his own needs.

answer: The author is using the article to show how they have adapted their Planck keyboard to their preferences. The author is a Software Engineer and so spent most of their time adapting the Raise layer to have symbols that they sued most often for coding. They also wanted an entire layer dedicated to numbers so that they could do calculations on a whim.They adapted the 'Home Row' to contain they keys they most often use in order to make their own life more comfortable. Due to the limited space on a Planck keyboard they made sure they could switch between functionalities with key macros (Q/C/D),

question: Why is the keyboard called a 'Planck'?


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“I am still tired just looking at Robertson. He makes 100-metre sprints per minute, absolutely incredible.” José Mourinho was full of praise after his side’s 3-1 defeat to Liverpool. Mourinho often misinterpreted situations during his stint as Manchester United manager, yet even he couldn’t misconstrue the brilliance of Andy Robertson that day.

Adulation from opposition coaches and fans alike has come frequently for Robertson in recent times, though this hasn’t always been the case. Similarly to his tireless style on the pitch, his rise is a result of hard work and persistence.

Released from Celtic’s academy as a youth prospect, largely due to his slight frame, he signed for amateur side Queen’s Park. “Andy left Celtic when he was about 15 and came into our academy and, obviously, kids can react to the disappointment of leaving such a big club in a number of ways. I saw him three nights a week and on a Saturday. He gave 100 percent in training and matches, to go along with the talent he had. That’s the overriding thing that we remember,” said Gardner Speirs, Robertson’s former Queen’s Park coach, to the Telegraph.

Queen’s Park were unable to facilitate a wage for Robertson upon his arrival, who therefore supplemented the cost of part-time football with work behind the scenes for the Scottish Football Association. It was around this time that he sent a now-comedic tweet stating his displeasure at the course of his career: “life at this age is rubbish with no money #needajob”.

University beckoned for Robertson, who accepted the dire reality of his situation and the unlikely nature of a career in football, though as fate would have it, he was called into first-team action shortly beforehand.

Robertson, determined to overcome his adversity, succeeded. In his debut campaign, the left-back appeared more often than any other Queens Park player and impressed with his attitude, determination and skill. Inevitably, his performances attracted interest and Robertson had eventually agreed a deal with Premiership outfit Dundee United.

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Unfazed by the prospect of full-time football, and quickly able to adapt to a higher level, he became an indispensable member of the United side, claiming the SPFL Young Player of the Month and SPFL Player of the Month accolades before Christmas. The Tangerines quickly realised they had a special player in their ranks and extended his contract by a further year, merely months after his initial deal was signed.

Robertson’s form continued for the remainder of the season, and he was voted PFA Scotland Young Player of the Year, earning inclusion into the PFA Scotland Team of the Year. “The thing with Andy was that he was always on the front foot with his defending and attacking. He was slight, but he was very hungry to learn and to do well. Together with his attitude, that made me feel he always had a chance,” Jackie McNamara, Robertson’s former coach, told the Scotsman.

United finished fourth and reached the Scottish Cup final with a close-knit, talented squad. McNamara’s squad included Ryan Gauld, Stuart Armstrong and Gary Mackay-Steven – all touted for greatness at some point in this early careers – but it would be Robertson who’d progress furthest.

Impressive performances at club level attracted interest at a national team level, and Robertson was called upon in a different capacity to that of prior years by his former employers. He now wouldn’t be rustling papers at the Scottish FA’s head office; instead, he’d be harassing opposition wingers and right-backs.

Robertson quickly became an integral part of the Scotland set-up, in part due to his undoubted talent but also thanks to his leadership qualities and tireless effort, which were clear to see as early as his debut against Poland. “Andy came on there and the first time he picked it up he drove about 30 yards,” Gordon Strachan, Robertson’s former boss, told the Guardian. “I thought ‘that’s fantastic’. Absolutely no grey area, I’m going to do what I do. I loved seeing that first touch.”

Scotland weren’t the only side that Robertson’s performances had intrigued, with Premier League outfit Hull City declaring their interest in the full-back. Just under £3m was the agreed fee, with Robertson signing a three-year contract with the northern club.

Questioned by many in the English media, with a sole professional season to his name, Robertson quickly silenced his critics. “I’d been looking at Stuart Armstrong but Robbo was the no brainer … he’d a history with Celtic and he was always a determined lad given how he’d recovered from his setbacks. You could see straight away he had ability and he can only get better,” Stan Ternent, Hull City’s chief scout, explained to the Hull Daily Mail.

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Over the course of his debut season in English football, Robertsons’ tenacity in attack impressed, despite his bit-part role in the squad. Scapegoats aplenty were called out amidst Hull’s eventual relegation, particularly from those not sticking around at the club. “In fairness, they [Hull City] are just not very good. It’s a team with Alex Bruce in it. But there’s one who can be super, super, super good … and that’s Robertson,” said Hatem Ben Arfa, Robertson’s former Hull teammate, on the Totally Football Show.

Unlike Ben Arfa, Robertson chose to remain at Hull despite the impending relegation and was rewarded for his loyalty. The full-back appeared frequently for the Tigers across all competitions as his side won promotion via the playoffs. With the Championship’s reputation of being notoriously exhausting, Robertson’s seemingly infinite energy levels were crucial to his side’s success that season. More than that, however, he instantly modelled himself as a leader, providing outstanding defensive cover and attacking at every opportunity. Across the country, Championship fans were rapturous in their praise.

Hull returned to the Premier League at first attempt, though they weren’t expected to stay there, with managerial upheaval and a dearth of signings resulting in understandable pessimism. Regardless of that, Robertson’s meteoric rise had caught the eye of those previously unfamiliar with his the Scot, with darting runs, intelligent defending and barking orders impressing many.

Robertson was again one of the first names on the teamsheet for Hull across all competitions, however, their season would be one to forget, especially for Robertson, bever a footballer to put individual glory first. Despite performing well personally, his side’s woeful preparation upon their return to the Premier League ultimately proved costly and they were relegated – although Robertson wouldn’t be joining them in the Championship on this occasion.

Liverpool had touted Robertson as a replacement left-back to fill the role shared by the inconsistent Alberto Moreno and makeshift full-back James Milner. Jürgen Klopp’s side had often been criticised for poor defensive performances, and Robertson was seemingly part of his solution for a fee of £8m.

Klopp is a distinguished proponent of the Gegenpressing philosophy and has utilised it throughout his successful managerial career, first in Germany with Mainz and Borussia Dortmund, and more recently at Liverpool. Indeed, he would say: “The best moment to win the ball is immediately after your team just lost it. The opponent is still looking for orientation where to pass the ball. He will have taken his eyes off the game to make his tackle or interception and he will have expended energy. Both make him vulnerable.”

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Gegenpressing requires speed, tenacity and stamina in order to regain possession at the earliest possible opportunity; similar attributes to those commonly associated with Robertson. Initially an understudy to Moreno, the Scot wasn’t integrated into the side until Klopp felt he was comfortable with when to press, when to sit and how to effectively distribute the ball.

Once Robertson was deemed eligible, however – impressing many after a superb debut against Crystal Palace – he was the perfect fit. Liverpool and Robertson impressed, dispatching of the infamous Manchester City centurions on both the domestic and continental stages, leading to the emergence of an infamous clip circulating social media of Robertson pressing the Manchester City backline over 70 yards.

It’s little coincidence that Liverpool’s recent success coincides with the sides inclusion of Robertson and the signing of fellow defender, Virgil van Dijk. They reached the Champions League final in 2018 and sealed qualification for the following season’s competition, built largely on the backs of their brilliant front three – of which Mohamed Salah rightly garnered most of the praise – and their new-look defence.

The arrival of Van Dijk also elevated Robertson’s game to new levels, with communication between the pair faultless, who now form arguably the best left side of any defence in the Premier League. While few would’ve been surprised by Van Dijk’s impact, given the world-record fee of £75m and his stellar reputation, Robertson’s emergence as one of the world’s best left-backs has been quite the story.

Unsurprisingly, he was recently praised for his inspirational rise and exceptional form by both his club and national team managers, Jürgen Klopp and Alex McLeish, when he was unveiled as the Scotland captain. “It’s a magnificent story … he’s an inspiration to all the young players when people tell them they’re not going to make it. Keep going. You’ve got to keep going. I still believe in the late developers. I really do,” McLeish told the Telegraph.

It was no less than the former Celtic academy prospect – released due to his small frame and soon after found pushing pencils at the Scottish FA – deserved. Between his dramatic rise at Queen’s Park, from a nobody to one of Scotland’s best young players at Dundee, and through to his English odyssey, where he’s gone from relegation scraps to perhaps the best left-back in the Premier League, he’s taken it all in his stride. Alex McLeish is right: if there’s something for young players to take from Andy Robertson’s rise, it’s to never give up – on or off the pitch.

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question: How fast does Robertson run 100 metres?

answer: 1 minute.

question: How did Andy react to leaving Celtic?

answer: He trained incredibly hard.

question: How did Robertson supplement his wage?

answer: Part time work for the Scottish Football Association.

question: Did Robertson's efforts pay off?

answer: Eventually he made a deal with Dundee united.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The article summarizes the career of Scottish football player Andy Robertson and how he overcame adversity to have a very successful career in football despite being let go from Celtic early when he was 15.


text:
By The Waters of Babylon Essay. Option 1.
Fox Power
Period 7
English 3-4

	Explosions slowly bloomed and faded like spring flowers in the far distance, almost out of  view  I could hear their dull thud slowly but surely getting gradually louder, “took them long enough” I thought to myself as I cracked open a bottle of partially drunk whiskey and took a deep swig from the glass bottle. The burn as it went down my throat soon became a comforting heat that years of A.A. meetings tried to make me forget. “If only my girlfriend could see me now” I uttered the words with a sort of sarcastic melancholy in the tone of them. Most of the time I don’t think about her but when I do think of her it brings so many good memories I sometimes spend hours reminiscing about all that happened to us.
My name is John and I live on the 5th story of an apartment building on 6th Avenue. I’ve been listening  to the radio off and on for the past few days, and each day it seems to get worse and worse. There are more talks of war, catastrophe, and death, but the war has been going on for years now. Only recently, has America been attacked on our own soil. Hawaii, most of Alaska, and some parts of the west coast have fallen to enemy attacks. They say the east coast is safe but I doubt it, I doubt a lot of things these days. I doubt that anyone will win in the end. War doesn't let anyone win, just a few come out of it better than others. The only comfort I have these days is the half bottle of whiskey by my side and the knowledge that New York will probably be one of the last cities to be attacked.
My girlfriends name was Sophia, me and her met at bar in northern Maine I was up there to look for work I was fresh out of high school and needed to be somewhere other than wyoming. She had been living up there with her family since she was eight and had just graduated highschool too. When I walked into the bar it was mostly empty, only  a bartender,  some locals and her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, every day for a month I came to that bar just to talk to her. Eventually we got married and moved to new york together. Then the war started.
	The sun is starting to set. Most everyone has gone to their homes. All the stores have been emptied. People are afraid. An attack on New York is almost inevitable. They say that communications have broken down between nations. Each side has ships off each other’s coast. Airplanes fly over New York every once in awhile. Some are shot out of the sky, others drop bombs onto various parts of the city. The radio is playing an emergency broadcast. They keep telling us the same things: “Stay inside... Avoid areas where bombs are being dropped ...Gather food and water”. I get up to turn off the radio. I hear the floor beneath my feet creak and groan as I walk over to the other side of the room. I begin to notice how cold the room is; even the whiskey can only keep me so warm. As I walk back to my brown leather chair, I move it slightly closer to the large window overlooking the city. I begin to notice more and more fires, sprouting up like weeds after the first spring rain.
	I wake up, not even realizing that I had fallen asleep. I look over at the clock on the wall. I sigh as I see that it’s almost three in the morning. I look toward the city, only to be  horrified by what I saw. Fires burned out of control throughout the entire city. Large fleets of planes fly over the city in dogfights, dancing like butterflies in the heat of summer. I took a long deep drink of whiskey, finishing my bottle. I knew that this bottle would be my last. I sat for a long time looking over the city, entranced by the chaos of the destruction. The gravity of what was happening wasn’t lost on me, but I had long lost my passion for the war. It may have partially been because of the alcohol, but mostly it was due to the fact that the war had been going on for years. Now maybe, just maybe, through the destruction of our countries, we could end the fighting. The death. The pain. In my thoughts, I failed to notice the city slowly becoming quieter. As I looked from the sky to the ground, I saw a green gas slowly filling the streets. I dropped my empty bottle and slowly closed my eyes, falling asleep for the last time.

title: Story I wrote sophomore year of high school as a prologue to By the Waters of Babylon.

question: What does the story say about war?

answer: The narrator is a resident of New York during a war with an unspecified enemy. The western coast of the US in part, Hawaii, and most of Alaska fell to enemy attacks. East coast is said to be safe, but the narrator doesn't believe it. While the war has been going on for years, the US got attacked on its own soil recently. New York is expected to be one of the last places to get attacked. However, during the night the narrator wakes up and sees that the city is covered in fires. There's also a greenish gas filling up the streets. The narrator dies that night.

question: What does the story say about life in wartime?

answer: The narrator seems jaded, especially after the loss of his girlfriend. However, it's not known if she died directly because of the war. The stores in the city are all empty, and there is a constant emergency broadcast cautioning the citizens to stay inside, avoid areas getting bombed, and stock food and water. Everyone lives in fear with more and more talks of war, catastrophe, and death.

question: What does the text say about how to avoid getting bombed?


text:
As anyone who has ever been caught in its gears can tell you, the great American outrage machine is a remarkable thing. One day you're having dinner with your family, imagining everything is fine. The next, your phone is exploding with calls from reporters.

They read you snippets from a press release written by Democratic Party operatives. They demand to know how you could possibly have said something so awful and offensive, and ask something like, "Do you have a statement on how immoral you are?" It's a bewildering moment, especially when the quotes in question are more than a decade old.

There's really not that much you can do to respond. It's pointless to try to explain how the words were spoken in jest or taken out of context, or in any case, bear no resemblance to what you actually think or would want for the country. None of that matters. Nobody cares. You know the role you're required to play. You are a sinner that needs the forgiveness of Twitter.

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So you issue a statement of deep contrition. You apologize profusely for your transgressions. You promise to be a better person going forward with the guidance of your contrition consultants. You send money to whatever organization that claims to represent the people you supposedly offended. Then you sit back, and brace for a wave of stories about your apology, all of which simply provide a pretext for attacking you again.

In the end, you get fired, you lose your job. Nobody defends you. Your neighbors avert their gaze as you pull into the driveway. You are ruined. And yet, no matter how bad it gets, no matter how despised and humiliated you may be, there is one thing you can never do -- one thing that is absolutely not allowed. You can never acknowledge the comic absurdity of the whole thing. You can never laugh in the face of the mob.

You must always pretend that the people yelling at you are somehow your moral superiors. You have to assume what they say they are mad about is what they are actually mad about. You have to take them at face value. You must pretend this is a debate about virtue and not about power. Your critics are arguing from principle, and not from partisanship.

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No matter what they take from you in the end, you must continue to pretend that these things are true. You are bad, they are good. The system is on the level.

But what if we stopped pretending for a minute? What if we acknowledged what's actually going on?

One side is deadly serious. They believe that politics is war. They are not interested in abstractions or principles, rules or traditions. They seek power, and they intend to win it with whatever it takes. If that includes getting you fired or silencing you, or threatening your family at home, or throwing you in prison, okay. They know what their goal is. If you are in way, they will crush you.

What's interesting is how reliably the other side pretends that none of this is happening. Republicans in Washington do a fairly credible imitation of an opposition party. They still give speeches. They tweet quite a bit. They make certain noises about how liberals are bad.

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But on the deepest level, it's all a pose. In their minds, where it matters, Republican leaders are controlled by the left. They know exactly what they are allowed to say and believe. They know what the rules are. They may understand that those rules are written by the very people who seek their destruction, but they ruthlessly enforce them anyway.

Republicans in Washington police their own with a never-ending enthusiasm. Like trustees at a prison, they dutifully report back to the ward, hoping for perks. Nobody wants to be called names. Nobody wants to be Trump.

How many times have you seen it happen? Some conservative figure will say something stupid, or incomplete, or too far outside the bounds of received wisdom for the moral guardians of cable news? Twitter goes bonkers. The mob demands a response. Very often, the first people calling for the destruction of that person are Republican leaders. You saw it with the Covington Catholic High School kids. You see it all the time.

Kevin McCarthy spends half his day telling Republican members not to criticize progressive orthodoxy. Paul Ryan did the same before him. A couple of years ago, the entire Democratic Party decided to deny the biological reality of sex differences, an idea that is insane as it is dangerous. Republican leaders decided to not criticize them for it. They might get upset.

This is a system built on deceit and enforced silence. Hypocrisy is its hallmark. Yet in Washington, it's considered rude to ask questions about how exactly it works. Why are the people who considered Bill Clinton a hero lecturing me about sexism? How can the party that demands racial quotas denounce other people as racist? After a while, you begin to think that may be their criticisms aren't sincere. Maybe their moral puffery is a costume. Maybe the whole conversation is an absurd joke. Maybe we are falling for it.

  Since the day we went on the air, they [the left] have been working hard to kill this show. We haven't said much about it in public; it seemed too self- referential. The point of this show has never been us. But now, it's obvious to everybody. There is no pretending that it is not happening. It is happening, and so, going forward, we'll be covering their efforts to make us be quiet.

You sometimes hear modern progressives described as "New Puritans." That's a slur on colonial Americans. Whatever their flaws, the Puritans cared about the fate of the soul and the moral regeneration of their society. Those are not topics that interest progressives. They're too busy pushing late-term abortions and cross-dressing on fifth-graders.

These are the people who write our movies and our sitcoms. They are not shocked by naughty words. They just pretend to be when it's useful. It's been very useful lately.

The left's main goal, in case you haven't noticed, is controlling what you think. In order to do that, they have to control the information that you receive. Google and Facebook and Twitter are fully on board with that. They are happy to ban unapproved thoughts, and they don't apologize for it. Same with the other cable channels and virtually every major news outlet in this country.

One of the only places left in the United States where independent thoughts are allowed is right here at Fox News -- the opinion hours on this network. Just a few hours in a sea of television programming. It's not much, relatively speaking. For the left, it's unacceptable. It demands total conformity.

Since the day we went on the air, they've been working hard to kill this show. We haven't said much about it in public; it seemed too self- referential. The point of this show has never been us. But now, it's obvious to everybody. There is no pretending that it is not happening. It is happening, and so, going forward, we'll be covering their efforts to make us be quiet.

For now, though, just two points to leave you with. First, Fox News is behind us, as they have been since the very first day. Toughness is a rare quality in a TV network, and we are grateful for that. Second, we've always apologized when we are wrong and we will continue to do that. That's what decent people do -- they apologize.

But we will never bow to the mob -- ever. No matter what.

_Adapted from Tucker Carlson's monologue from "Tucker Carlson Tonight" on March 11, 2019._

question: What does the article say about Republicans?

answer: The article accuses them of being opposed to the mob-like behavior of liberals only at a surface level. They are complicit in censoring themselves according to the liberals' framework of what's right and wrong. Furthermore, the author says that the Republicans enforce these norms instead of engaging in fundamental critique.

question: What does the article say about liberals?

answer: The article says that their motivation is power, not morals. However, they repeatedly accuse their political opponents of morally outrageous behavior in a pile-on. Then, they cause people to lose their jobs and, in general, have their life ruined. The author thinks that liberals should be engaged in a manner cognizant of their duplicity.

question: How does the author characterize his side?

answer: He's ideologically aligned with the Republicans. However, while the Republicans are cowardly in their engagements with the liberals, Carlston and his allies want to expose their hypocrisy. He's determined to show how the liberals will try to silence him in the future, something he didn't do much before. He's also thankful for the support from Fox News, whom he calls are one of the rare TV networks that are tough.

question: What does the article say about the moral superiority of Republicans?


text:
_THE FANELLI BOYS_ is an American sitcom television series that aired on NBC from September 8, 1990 to February 16, 1991, as part of its 1990-91 prime time schedule.[1] The series was created by the team of Barry Fanaro, Mort Nathan, Kathy Speer, and Terry Grossman, all of whom previously worked on _The Golden Girls_.

Synopsis

Following the death of her husband, Theresa Fanelli (Ann Morgan Guilbert) is prepared to sell the family business (a funeral home) to her son Anthony (Ned Eisenberg) and move from Brooklyn to Florida. Thwarting her plans are the arrival of her younger sons Ronnie (Andy Hirsch), who had just dropped out of school, and Frankie (Chris Meloni), whose engagement has just been broken. Another brother, the slightly disreputable Dom (Joe Pantoliano), is between hustles. Anthony learns that the funeral home is about $25,000 in debt, which he had not counted on. Soon, all of the boys are back at home with their mom, just like the old days. Advising the family, somewhat dubiously, are Theresa's brother, a Catholic priest known as “Father Angelo” (Richard Libertini), and fortune teller Philomena (Vera Lockwood).

_The Fanelli Boys_ showed fairly strong Italian-American ethnic stereotyping; there was even an Italian flag in the program's logo. The series garnered low ratings and was cancelled in February 1991 after airing nineteen episodes.

Cast

-   Joe Pantoliano.....Dom Fanelli
-   Ann Morgan Guilbert.....Theresa Fanelli
-   Ned Eisenberg.....Anthony Fanelli
-   Chris Meloni.....Frankie Fanelli
-   Andy Hirsch.....Ronnie Fanelli
-   Richard Libertini.....Father Angelo
-   Vera Lockwood.....Philomena

Title sequence

The show's original opening sequence was filmed footage of a dining room table (presumably the Fanellis') as it was set by its family, followed by them sitting down and serving pasta and wine, which culminated in everyone toasting. Only the family's hands were seen during the entire sequence. This was accompanied by an instrumental, old-world Italian tune.

In January 1991, a month before _The Fanelli Boys_ was cancelled, the opening changed to featuring videotaped scenes from the show with the cast, along with an in-house rendition of Billy Joel's “Why Should I Worry?” as the new lyrical theme.

Episodes

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title: The Fanelli Boys

question: What does the article say about The Fanelli Boys?

answer: The Fanelli Boys is an American sitcom television series that aired on NBC from September 8, 1990, to February 16, 1991. It was created by the team of Barry Fanaro, Mort Nathan, Kathy Speer, and Terry Grossman. It showed fairly strong Italian-American ethnic stereotyping. It got low ratings and was canceled after airing nineteen episodes.

question: What does the story say about Italian cinematography?