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The Hummingbirds Song :

Two weeks later, Mr. Folk attempted to pull himself out of his hotel bed. The room was pitch black. Where was his phone? For the life of him he could not remember where he put it. In truth he could hardly remember the night before. The last thing he did remember was stumbling through the hotel lobby and purchasing a european iPhone charger.

On the bedside table he read a clock with red numbers indicating it was 10:56am. Or in other words, one hour until he would need to check out. The 40 year old man needed to get going, so he alleviated himself onto the floor, reluctantly. As his feet met the carpet, he found it difficult to pick the top half of his body up without being dizzy.

He accepted this as it was, and began his iphone search half moon. Hunched over his knees, Mr. Folk waddled back and forth, his legs doing the karaoke, seesawing his brain within his skull. After about 8 steps, the momentum was to much and onto the floor he went. The last attribution he would make before passing out was a release of bad decisions from the night before, scattering across the floor.

Hands off the steering wheel, Mr. Folk did as he had been doing for years. He was giving up.

(1 hour later)

Knock Knock Knock ….

“Service Here”

As the door creaked open, a waft of bodily chemicals drifted into the main hallway.

Entering into the abyss that was suite 1212, our heroin walked in nervously. The cavernous room engulfed her immediately. The putrid smell was unique, it was the smell of self defeat. Covering her mouth, she moved through the main corridor, fiddling with the light switches though nothing worked. Maybe the master light had been turned off she thought?

Marching forward she went to the blinds. With one swift motion she let the light in, shedding into the reality of the situation. The glorious sun introduced her to a beaten down man, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, though they weren’t on an Island. They were in the UK, Shoreditch to be exact. In disgust she noticed the puddle of muck about size of a small breakfast table surrounding him.

Infuriated at first sight, the maid thought of her job and how there was no way she would be able to complete it in time. The new guest’s would check in at 1:00pm. Reactively her jaw clenched as she was going to let the man have it, until she felt a presence behind her.

Turning around, she noticed immediately the familiar features and antics of the hummingbird fluttering. It was flapping its wings elegantly, dancing around just for her. Twelve stories high, the maid watched in awe as the bird moved magnificently around for her.

The maids name was Cynthia, and she had lived a long life. 73 years to be exact. A woman of deep faith, she saw the world in mysterious ways. Flashing back to when she had met her husband 50 years ago, Cynthia remembered the way the hummingbirds danced around them during their first date ride in a gondola. The date had been nerve racking for both, until two hummingbirds circled her husband to be, sending him accidentally overboard, which was a laugh.

Closing her eyes Cynthia also remembered her husbands funeral where a hummingbird had circled the young priest during his eulogy. They too had caused him to topple over, bringing a subtle smile of remembrance to her face during the tough time.

Hummingbirds were an omen in her a life. A sign that there was more to the world than meets the eye. Overtime whenever something seemed dramatic or overwhelming a hummingbird would show up, and create a sense of joy somehow. It was almost as if the were gods way of saying, “There is a silver lining, but first here is the punch line.”

Looking down at the defeated Mr. Folk, she decided she would take matters into her own hands.

Stepping over to him, Cynthia helped get Mr. Folk to his bed and then proceeded to inform the lobby that the room would not be ready in time for the guests. She made it a point to call her other coworkers and have them help along with her other duties as she helped Mr. Folk.

Cynthia left the room, and came back with a bowl of fruit, orange juice, and a pitcher of water.

Mr. Folk and Cynthia would spend the next few hours, just the two of them working to clean up suite 1212. Over that time, they did not speak much except out of giving and taking direction. Afterwards Cynthia would ask Mr. Folk to come for dinner.

Before meeting Cynthia, Mr. Folk had lost himself, and was close to taking his life. Until Cynthia had met him, he almost succeeded. Nursing Mr. Folk was not her plan, but then again life never quite worked out the way she expected it too.

Refocusing his passion, Mr. Folk would start again. He would apologize to his ex wife, for not being present during their marriage. He would apologize to his ex partner, for showing up late and losing the company money. Most importantly he would apologize to himself for the years he spent in self pity and dismay.

It was meant to be that Mr. Folk grew into the best version of himself in his later part life. Starting a new career, remarrying, and having kids, he grew into someone unrecognizable to the years past. To all of the credit and glory of god went to his angel, Cynthia. In her final months, the two spent much time together, him being by her bed on the final day.

As Mr. Folk watched her casket descend into the earth, he smiled as the hummingbirds danced around. The sun was cascading over the grave’s of those lost but never forgotten. Five feet deep the casket was lowered, until the hummingbirds danced, circling the faces of the pallbearers, causing them to release their grip, and sending Cynthia falling into the her dirt grave. Everyone held their breath. Only Mr. Folk would smile, and still the hummingbirds danced, and all that mattered was the hummingbird song.

title: [RF] The Hummingbirds song

question: Summarize what happens before Mr.Folk passes out.

answer: Before Mr.Folk passes out he wakes up in his dark hotel room. He can't find his phone and can't remember what happened the night before. He needed to check out of the hotel soon, so he tries to get out of bed. He feels dizzy as he does so, but decides to look for his phone. Walking is too much for him and he falls on the floor. He remembers the bad decisions that transpired the night before.

question: What does the text say about Cynthia and hummingbirds?

answer: In Cynthia's 73 years, hummingbirds had been an omen in her life. They were a sign that there was more to the world than meets the eye. When something overwhelming happened, like her husband's funeral or when she met him, hummingbirds would show up and create a sense of joy. She ends up seeing hummingbirds when she stumbles upon Mr.Folk in the room she had to clean. They forged a relationship after this, and Mr.Folk ended up attending her funeral. Hummingbirds danced around and circled the pallbearers when the casket was lowered into the ground.

question: Summarize how Mr.Folk's life starts again.

answer: Mr.Folk's life starts again when he gets involved with Cynthia and she ends up caring for him. Prior to that he had lost himself. He refocused his passion, apologized for past transgressions with his ex wife and partner, and apologized to himself. He became the best version of himself due to this. He started a new career, remarried, and had kids. It was all due to Cynthia.

question: What does the text say about Mr.Folk's death.

question: What does the text say about iPhones?

answer: When Mr.Folk wakes up at the hotel, he can't find his phone and can't remember where he put it. The last thing he remembers is purchasing a European iPhone charger the night before. He tries to search for his Iphone in the room, but ends up passing out.


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Once, we were brothers.

Once, almost seems like a whole life ago, I stood by him and we fought and we bled and we *killed* together.

We were part of 5th Company, deployed to Ukraine during the escalation of the Crimean Conflict, a war which would later take more lives than Iraq and destroy more infrastructure than the Great War. We fought together in a conflict that, one day, only we would understand. And no politician could fathom what we saw there, no civilian could've known how we bled.

We shared bullets, bottles, and blood - when we were brothers.

We were stationed with Alpha Squad. We led all the missions, he and I. I was sergeant; he was corporal. All the men in that squad were our brothers, and we were theirs. I can still remember a time when I would've taken a bat to the head for any of those guys.

Now, I stand before him, and we are no longer brothers.

Somehow, the politics ate him. Probably ate me, too, he'd say. But now I'm sitting in an airport in Crimea and he has a gun to my head. And if anyone bothered to look up they wouldn't have thought for a moment that we were brothers.

But we were. Once.

Now he's a nationalist. Defected after the war, and found Russia to be his home, his country. I stayed with the US, and all he could say to me was how blind I'd become. After all we'd been through, as brothers, he couldn't believe I'd still take their side.

But I didn't. I just want my pension. I just want to go home. So does Alpha Squad. They're sitting next to me, but their eyes are far away. I don't bother to call to them. This isn't their business.

I look up at him. The barrel is staring down my face. He's smiling.

"Once, we were brothers," he said.

"Still are," I replied, "Only we've seen what you've seen."

"No," he lowers the pistol, "No, that's not it at all. You viewed what I did, but you didn't see. None of you did. Or you'd be on my side."

"I'm on no one's side. I just want to go home," my voice wavers, "I'm tired. I miss my family."

"We're your family," he raises the pistol again, "None of those fucks at home knows what happened here."

"Maybe it's better they don't know," I turn away, toward the rest of the squad. They're all busy in their own little worlds.

The engineer specialist has a happy little grin on his face. He's remembering that time we saved those two kids after we accidentally killed their parents while we were clearing out an apartment complex. Those two kids later got blown up by a landmine. But he's not remembering that.

Our sniper and spotter are talking, hushed, about what they'll do when they get home. I heard they might get married and move to South America. They want to forget what happened here. I know they never will.

The new guy is sitting, chattering his teeth. He never got used to combat, because he deployed a week before our squad was relieved from duty - two weeks before the war ended. He still has the nighttime chills from killing. He's grasping a folder in his hand - for his psychologist, when he's back stateside.

The airport is filled with people: refugees fleeing the war zone, servicemen and women going home, and children waiting for parents. No one notices us two.

"They're right. You're just a soldier," he puts the pistol away, "You don't get the bigger picture. But that's okay. Some of you aren't meant to. I'll see you boys stateside - in one piece or in a casket."

"You're not gonna shoot me?" I ask.

"No, because we were brothers," he replied. He disappears into the crowd.

I look down at my dog tags. No one will remember what we did here. The hippies will cuss us out; the families will avoid us; the government will ignore us.

But we'll have each other. Because, once, we were brothers. And once is enough.

title: [SP] Once

question: What does the narrator mean by "once, we were brothers"?

answer: He and his friend from the army were very close when they were stationed with the Alpha Squad, but now his friend has defected to Russia and is threatening to kill him.

question: When was the narrator part of the 5th Company?

answer: He was part of the 5th Company during the escalation of the Crimean Conflict in Ukraine.

question: Why does the narrator say "the hippies will avoid us"?

answer: He's referring to the combat and violence he probably perpetuated in Ukraine.

question: Does the narrator experience betrayal?

answer: Yes, his friend from the army defected and made Russia his home. The narrator stuck to his life in the U.S., and now his friend has gun to his head.

question: What is the most heroic moment of the story?

answer: Technically it would be when the narrator and his friend saved two kids, but they also killed their parents. It's hard to say if that is heroic.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator discusses the bond he shared with a man who had been his "brother" while in the army when they were deployed to Ukraine during the escalation of the Crimean Conflict. The man has since defected to Russia and the narrator stayed in the U.S., to the man's political disapproval. The narrator is currently in an airport with the man's gun to his head. Despite the man's disdain for the narrator, he decides not to shoot since they were once like brothers.


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TOHIL (, also spelled TOJIL) was a deity of the Kʼicheʼ Maya in the Late Postclassic period of Mesoamerica.

At the time of the Spanish Conquest, Tohil was the patron god of the Kʼicheʼ.[1] Tohil's principal function was that of a fire deity and he was also both a sun god and the god of rain.[2] Tohil was also associated with mountains and he was a god of war, sacrifice and sustenance.[3] In the Kʼicheʼ epic Popul Vuh, after the first people were created, they gathered at the mythical Tollan, the Place of the Seven Caves, to receive their language and their gods. The Kʼicheʼ, and others, there received Tohil.[4] Tohil demanded blood sacrifice from the Kʼicheʼ and so they offered their own blood and also that of sacrificed captives taken in battle. In the Popul Vuh this consumption of blood by Tohil is likened to the suckling of an infant by its mother.[5]

Tohil may originally have been the same god as Qʼuqʼumatz, and shared the attributes of the feathered serpent with that deity,[6] but they later diverged and each deity came to have a separate priesthood.[7] Sculptures of a human face emerging between the jaws of a serpent were common from the end of the Classic Period through to the Late Postclassic and may represent Qʼuqʼumatz in the act of carrying Hunahpu, the youthful avatar of the sun god Tohil, across the sky.[8] The god's association with human sacrifice meant that Tohil was one of the first deities that the Spanish clergy tried to eradicate after the conquest of Guatemala.[9]

Attributes

There is disagreement over the meaning of the name of the deity. It has been interpreted as meaning “obsidian”,[10] as deriving from the word _toh_ (“rain”)[11] and as meaning “tribute” or “payment”.[12] Tohil was one of a trinity of gods worshipped by the Kʼicheʼ elite, together with Awilix and Jacawitz. The concept of a triad of deities was ancient in Maya religion, dating as far back as the Late Preclassic.[13] The triad of Kʼicheʼ gods were sometimes referred to collectively as Tohil.[14] Tohil has been equated with the Classic Period God K.[15] The deity also possesses attributes that suggest a link with Mixcoatl, a hunting god of the Aztecs.[16]

Tohil was the patron deity of the Kaweq lineage of the Kʼicheʼ.[17] He was associated with a sacred deerskin bundle that was said to embody him, and one of his titles was _Qajawal Kej_ (“Our Lord Deer”).[18] The deity was associated with thunder, lightning and the sunrise.[19]

Worship

The Kaweq lineage of the Kʼicheʼ built a temple to Tohil at their first capital Jacawitz, identified as the archaeological site of Chitinamit. Jacawitz was overlooked by a shrine to the god placed on a neighbouring peak, this shrine was known as Pa Tohil.[20] Later the Kʼicheʼ built their main temple to Tohil at Qʼumarkaj, their new capital. They made him offerings on the day _Toh_, one of the days of their 20-day calendar cycle.[21] The Kʼicheʼ performed the Great Dance of Tohil in honour of the deity in the month of _Tzʼikin Qʼij_, prior to the maize harvest (which takes place in November).[22] This dance took place at Qʼumarkaj and involved a gathering of all the principal lineages subject to the Kʼicheʼ Kingdom of Qʼumarkaj, and as is described in the Kʼicheʼ chronicle _Título de Totonicapán_,[23] they were expected to bring tribute, slaves and sacrifices.[24]

The priests of Tohil were known as _Aj Tohil_ and were selected from the ruling Kaweq lineage of Qʼumarkaj. During their ceremonies to Tohil, the Kʼicheʼ would offer quetzal feathers to the god.[25] Writing at the end of the 17th century, Francisco Ximénez described the tradition that upon the temple human sacrifices were tied before the representation of Tohil, where the priest would open the victim's chest and cut out his heart.[26] After sacrifice, the victim's body was probably hurled down the front stairway of the temple where his head would be severed to be placed on a skull rack that was located in front of the temple.[27]

Equivalents to Tohil were worshipped by other groups closely related to the Kʼicheʼ. These included Belehe Toh of the Kaqchikels and Hun Toh of the Rabinal,[28] this last name meaning “One Rain”, a calendrical date.[29] The Kaqchikel and the Rabinal did not merely think their own patrons were _equivalent_ to Tohil, they claimed that they were the same deity under a different name.[30] The Kʼicheʼ themselves claimed in the Popul Vuh that their patron Tohil was the same as Quetzalcoatl of the Aztecs.[31]

Temple of Tohil

The Temple of Tohil at Qʼumarkaj was the tallest structure in the city. The rubble core of the building still stands but the stone facing has been looted. The temple was originally a pyramid with stairways on all four sides, the summit shrine faced towards the rising sun in the east. This form of radial pyramid temple was built by the Maya since the Late Preclassic with examples at many archaeological sites such as Tikal, Copán and Chichen Itza, among others. According to John Lloyd Stephens, who visited the site in the 1830s, the temple base measured square and it stood high. At that time the radial stairways were more-or-less intact. The temple was originally covered in painted stucco, with the decoration including the painted image of a jaguar.[32]

Modern worship

Deerskins, the symbol of Tohil, are to this day venerated in many highland Maya communities and are used in dances.[33] In the modern village of Santiago Atitlán in the Guatemalan highlands, a traditional Maya priesthood performs rites to a powerful deity addressed as “_King Martin, Lord of the Three Levels, Lord of Rain, Lord of Maize, and Lord of all the Mountains_”.[34] This priest blesses deerskins prior them being worn, with head and antlers attached, during the Dance of Martin on November 11 prior to the maize harvest. King Martin is probably a blend of Tohil and his deerskin bundle with the Roman Catholic St Martin of Tours, whose feast falls on the same day.[35] In Rabinal, Tohil was merged with St Paul while still retaining many of his characteristics.[36]

[1] Miller & Taube 1993, 2003, p.170.

[2] Christenson 2003, 2007, p.79.n.152. Sharer & Traxler 2006, p.718. Orellana 1981, p.160.

[3] Carmack 2001a, p.358. Carmack 2001b, p.124. Sachse & Christenson 2005, p.15.

[4] Read & González 2000, p.90.

[5] Miller & Taube 1993, 2003, p.170.

[6] Fox 1987, 2008, p.60.

[7] Orellana 1981, p.159.

[8] Fox 1987, 2008, pp.60, 249.

[9] Orellana 1981, p.173.

[10] Miller & Taube 1993, 2003, p.170.

[11] Recinos et al 1954, p.132.

[12] Sachse & Christenson 2005, p.15.n.11.

[13] Christenson 2003, 2007, p.61.n.65.

[14] Christenson 2003, 2007, p.228.n.646.

[15] Miller & Taube 1993, 2003, p.170.

[16] Van Akkeren 1999, p.285.

[17] Sharer & Traxler 2006, p.718.

[18] Christenson 2003, 2007, pp.220, 239.n.680. Sachse & Christenson 2005, p.15.

[19] Fox 1989, p.660.

[20] Fox 1989, pp.663-664.

[21] Miller & Taube 1993, 2003, p.170.

[22] Christenson 2003, 2007, p.220.n.620.

[23] Christenson 2003, 2007, p.260.n.775.

[24] Orellana 1981, p.160.

[25] Orellana 1981, pp.162-163.

[26] Carmack 2001a, pp.356-357.

[27] Carmack 2001a, p.360.

[28] Recinos 1998, p.46.

[29] Recinos et al 1954, p.132.

[30] Fox 1989, p.665.

[31] Christenson 2003, 2007, pp.19, 217.

[32] Christenson 2003, 2007, pp.268-269.n.821.

[33] Christenson 2003, 2007, p.244.n.698.

[34] Christenson 2003, 2007, p.220.n.620.

[35] Christenson 2003, 2007, p.220.n.620.

[36] Van Akkeren 1999, p.288.

title: Tohil

question: Why do the K'iche worship Tohil?

answer: After the first people were created, they gathered to receive their language and their gods. The K'iche received Tohil.

question: What would have happened had the Spanish clergy not tried to eradicate Tohil?

answer: It may be implied that since Tohil was associated with human sacrifice, his worshippers may try to kill people to please their god.

question: Who along with the K'iche worships Tohil?

answer: This information can't be found.


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We interrupt the start of college football season to bring you an urgent announcement that’s sure to shake you to your core. Sensitive readers should proceed with caution, and parental discretion is advised. Are you ready? Here goes: The 2018-19 Duke men’s basketball team has the greatest recruiting class of all time.

I guess I should pump the brakes. I don’t pay enough attention to recruiting to feel confident making such a bold assertion, so let me rephrase and say that Duke has the greatest recruiting class since the most recent greatest recruiting class of all time … which arrived in college last year … when Duke also had the greatest recruiting class of all time. Confusing, I know. There are a lot of GOAT labels getting thrown around, and it’s hard to keep track of them all. At the very least, here’s what we know for certain: Duke has the best recruiting class in college basketball this season … unless you want to make the argument that Kentucky’s pieces actually fit together better and therefore the Wildcats have the superior class. In that case, I guess 2018-19 Kentucky could have the greatest recruiting class of all time?

The point is that Duke’s freshman class is absolutely loaded, as the Blue Devils landed the top three players in the ESPN 100 rankings and signed two other top-50 prospects for good measure. It’s the kind of haul that would make even Sam Gilbert drop his jaw, and it’s causing the hype train to barrel out of control heading into Duke’s season opener against Kentucky on November 6. It also poses a philosophical question that would melt Bill Walton’s brain: If nearly everyone in a class is a five-star prospect, is _anyone_ really a five-star prospect? Five-stars often step into a college basketball program and instantly become the best player on their team, but Duke’s freshmen can’t _all_ be the best player on the Blue Devils. And recruiting rankings aren’t a precise science: Two years ago, ESPN had Bam Adebayo above both De’Aaron Fox and Malik Monk, while Harry Giles was ranked ahead of Jayson Tatum. How is anyone supposed to make sense of this?

That’s why I’m here. I have extensively combed through seconds—and sometimes even minutes!—of overproduced YouTube highlights to get a sense for which Duke freshmen America should be most excited about. So without further adieu, allow me to present my It’s-Probably-Not-Way-Too-Early-Considering-the-Season-Tips-Off-in-a-Couple-of-Months-but-I-Will-Concede-That-Most-People-Don’t-Have-College-Basketball-at-the-Forefront-of-Their-Minds-Right-Now-So-I-Think-It’s-Fair-to-Say-That-It’s-Still-Too-Early Power Rankings for this year’s version of the greatest recruiting class of all time.

5. The 17-Year-Old White Kid

Joey Baker represents everything you need to know about the embarrassment of riches being stockpiled in Durham. If Baker were enrolling at, say, Northwestern, he would be heralded as one of the best players in program history before even putting on a uniform. Instead, Duke convinced a kid who was a top-20 recruit in the 2019 class to skip his final year of high school and reclassify into the 2018 class, all so he could potentially redshirt for the Blue Devils this season.

Take five seconds and think about what you just read. It’s absolutely bonkers that any program in America would have the stones to try to pull this off, let alone actually do it. Duke is operating on its own level in college basketball, where it doesn’t matter how talented a potential recruit is. The Blue Devils just call the shots however they damn well please, and five-star prospects trip over themselves for the opportunity to play for a man in his 70s who dyes his hair and requires reconstructive surgery so often he might as well be a member of the _Jackass_ crew. I’m not sure I’m joking when I say that Coach K could convince LeBron’s son to skip all of high school, relocate to Durham, and wipe up the sweat for _next_ year’s crop of Duke freshmen, a group that doesn’t even exist yet and is already considered the greatest recruiting class of all time.

4. Tyus Jones’s Younger Brother

Now that Baker is out of the way, it’s time to get serious and size up the four freshmen who are expected to start alongside whichever uncoordinated big man Coach K wants to throw out there with them. Tre Jones is a tier below the top-three prospects in the 2018 class, but he’s talented enough that it’s probably unfair to reduce his identity to “Tyus’s younger brother.” Then again, this could have been easily avoided had he picked literally any school other than the one at which his brother became a legend for his clutch play en route to the 2015 national title, so I apologize for nothing. Roll the tape!

Listen, I don’t want to assign labels after watching one three-minute highlight tape (Narrator: “Yes, yes he does”), but Jones seems to be what you’d get if Tyus were more athletic and had a weirder-looking jumper. The first part of that is great. A more athletic Tyus would be a nightmare to defend, especially when surrounded by three players who are even better than him. Jones figures to emerge as the first pure, pass-first point guard that Duke has had since his brother left the program in 2015, which means this is probably the end of the “Can Duke overcome its point guard issues?” columns from the last three years. If I’m being completely honest, though, that jumper is getting a swipe-left from me. I know Lonzo Ball proved that a point guard who shoots from the wrong side of his face can still make it rain in college, and Jones could certainly develop into a reliable outside shooter. But if someone from the future showed up and told me that Jones’s freshman season will be more like Trevon Duval’s than Tyus Jones’s, well, let’s just say I wouldn’t exactly be shocked.

3. R.J. Barrett

Speaking of questionable jump shots, Barrett is the no. 1 recruit in the country and the favorite to be the top pick in the 2019 NBA draft, but the knock on him right now is that his shooting mechanics aren’t fluid. Given what he showed during Duke’s Canadian tour a couple of weeks ago, I don’t think I agree with that assessment. I can only assume that these evaluations are framed within the context of how Barrett projects as an NBA player, because his stroke looks just fine for the collegiate level, where he’ll be playing with a shorter 3-point line and will have more time to get off his shot. Besides, it feels like every freshman who plays on the perimeter and isn’t a knockdown 3-point shooter—like Trae Young or Devin Booker, for example—gets tagged with the “questionable jumper” label. (Hell, I just gave it to Tre Jones in the last section!) The truth is that there’s no way of forecasting this stuff. Jon Diebler arrived at Ohio State with a reputation as a lights-out shooter and proceeded to shoot 28.9 percent from the 3-point line as a freshman, while Stanley Johnson shot 37.1 percent from deep as a freshman at Arizona despite there being concerns about his mechanics coming out of high school.

Here’s my legitimate worry for Barrett when it comes to this Duke team: I’m not sure how he fits in with the rest of the pieces. The obvious counter is that Barrett should serve as Duke’s foundation, and the rest of the Blue Devils should figure out how to fit around him. But let me reiterate that Barrett has two teammates, Cam Reddish and Zion Williamson, who are also vying to be the top pick in the 2019 draft, and both are also talented enough to serve as the foundation for any team in America. Williamson’s fit in Durham is clear: He’s an interior player who will grab a ton of rebounds, finish above the rim, and step out to create plays from the perimeter when necessary. From what I can gather, though, Barrett’s and Reddish’s skill sets feel somewhat redundant, with Reddish being a slightly better scorer and Barrett being a slightly better distributor. And remember, Duke doesn’t need Barrett to run the offense, as Jones is ideally suited for that role. Barrett’s other defining quality—consistently being more aggressive than Reddish—isn’t necessarily something that Duke needs either. In fact, I’d argue that an aggressive scorer is the exact opposite of what a team as stacked as Duke should want, as that seems like it would lead to another Jabari Parker–Rodney Hood or Jayson Tatum–Luke Kennard dynamic.

To be clear, I’m not saying that Barrett won’t be great for Duke. His talent is undeniable, and it makes complete sense why he’s the favorite to be the top pick in the 2019 draft. But the questions pertaining to his fit leave me slightly less excited to watch his freshman season as I am to see what a pair of his teammates can bring to the table.

2. Cam Reddish

Reddish missed all three of Duke’s games in Canada because of a sore groin (and definitely not because the sole purpose of the Blue Devils’ trip was for Barrett to shine in his home country, which couldn’t have happened had Reddish played and showed up Barrett). That leaves me no choice but to turn to the wild west of YouTube to get a feel for Reddish’s game. And would you look at that—his most watched mixtape has “WALKING BUCKET” in the title. I’m sold. Let’s see the rest.

I want to take this opportunity to stress that overreacting to highlight reels is a cardinal sin for any basketball analyst. It should be avoided at all costs.

Buuuuuuuuuuut …

BUUUUUUUUUUTTTTT …

Did you see what I just saw? That is a bad, bad man. In fact, I’ve seen enough to declare Reddish the most naturally talented player in college basketball this season. He reportedly has consistency issues and can be passive in how he carries himself, so I guess I understand why Barrett is the more highly regarded prospect. But man, that was quite the four minutes and 49 seconds. Reddish definitely has the goods.

In any other world, Reddish would be the one player I’d be most excited to watch in 2018-19. But in this world, that honor can belong to one man and one man only.

1. Zion “Fat Mamba” Williamson

If you thought the national coverage of Trae Young was over the top last season, just wait until you see what happens with Williamson. For God’s sake, referring to him as “Williamson” already feels weird. He’s just Zion. That’s all that needs to be said, and is pretty wild to think about. How many freshmen in college basketball history have reached first-name-only status before playing even one game? Has it ever happened?

If you’re new to the party and are unfamiliar with Zion, allow me to bring you up to speed. Here are the only two things you need to know:

1. He is listed at 285 pounds.

2. He can dunk from the free throw line.

There’s obviously more to his game than that, but screw it. I’ve been watching basketball for my entire life and have never seen anyone like this. That doesn’t mean Zion will be a transcendent, once-in-a-lifetime talent. But it does mean that one of the most entertaining subplots of this season will be listening to commentators try to come up with player comparisons. _Zion is like a bigger, more explosive, left-handed Charles Barkley. He’s like Julius Randle crossed with Larry Johnson_—_with a splash of Deonte Burton thrown in. He’s Draymond Green if Draymond Green was different in some ways but not so different in others._

I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to see a freshman season unfold. I’m excited for Zion’s first 25-point, 25-rebound game. I’m excited to see him shove his knee into the face of some poor sap from Stetson who tries to draw a charge as Zion ends his life with a dunk that would shatter a 1990s backboard into a million pieces. I’m excited for dipshit college basketball refs to ruin the fun by waving that dunk off and calling a charge, only for everyone on the internet to ignore the ruling and pretend that the dunk counted. I’m excited for January to roll around and for America to have no idea whether Zion has a reliable jump shot. Most importantly, I’m excited to argue about whether Zion is fat with strangers on the internet for seven months.

(I’m not saying you’re an idiot if you think Zion isn’t fat. I’m just saying that Myles Garrett is almost the same height as Zion, is jacked out of his mind, and is only listed at 272 pounds.)

If you don’t have thoughts about Zion now, you _will_ have thoughts about him soon, because the media coverage will become so exhaustive that it’ll be impossible to avoid. So buckle up now, America. The college basketball season doesn’t start for another 10 weeks, but the era of Zion has already begun. And with that, it’s time to dust off a meme that has been sitting in a corner of my attic for far too long: Duke is BACK.

question: What does the text say about the concept of the greatest?

answer: The concept of the greatest is used almost exclusively to discuss the 2018-2019 Duke men's basketball recruiting class. Both years, according to the author, have the greatest recruiting class. The idea of "greatest" is also used in the acronym, GOAT (greatest of all time).

question: What does the text say about the author's journalistic training?


text:
She left for a reason. Leanna calmly reminded herself of the simple truth that she seemingly couldn’t wrap her head around. It was even written across her mirror in whiteboard marker.

“You left for a reason”

The words mocked her every morning when she brushed her teeth and every night when she took out her contacts. Of course she left for a reason, and she didn’t just leave, she left. Leanna moved to a different city, found a new job, spent time with new friends. The only thing in her life that wasn’t new was the fact that she thought about Anthony all day.

Two months wasn’t enough time to make it all okay. But Leanna hoped more than she bothered to admit that if she spent enough time pretending that she didn’t believe in love, eventually she would forget that she had ever felt love in the first place.
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Nowadays she didn’t believe in anything. Her nights bled into her days. If Leanna were to look back at the previous four months, she would find an endless parade of bartenders pouring rum and faceless men leaving her apartment. She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t sad. And sometimes, she often told herself, not being sad is enough.

She was restless. Leanna didn’t know what more she should want, and she didn’t bother looking. A new quote made its way onto her mirror.

“Love is a lie.”

She scoffed at the few who bothered to disagree with her.  There was no part of her that missed Anthony, which seemed to prove her new eternal truth was fact.  How could something that faded so quickly possibly have been real in the first place?

Leanna charmed men with her indifference, and sent them packing when they told her how much she meant to them. There was no place for sentiment in her life, and she wasn’t afraid to admit it. Occasionally people would tell her there was more to living. Allegedly a life without emotion wasn’t much of a life at all.  She gave them the same expression generally reserved for hopeless romantics.
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She met a writer. He drank more than she did, and enjoyed the sex just as much. They spent their days together and usually their nights. His words filled her life and enchanted her in a way she had forgotten. She read every book he lent her, usually more than once. Stories he’d written, and sometimes even his diary, filled her spare time. With every word he wrote, she told herself more firmly that she adored him.

His stories ran through her thoughts, and one day she replaced the echo of a mantra written across her mirror.

“Wanderlust”

They took trips together to vineyards and breweries and distant state parks where they spent the weekend camping. She still wasn’t happy, but when she was lost in books, the days bled into weeks into months. She was certain she’d never leave so long as he kept writing.

The writer struggled to keep her attention, but his stories grew stale. Trying to tame the girl was a full time job, and often his typewriter went days without a glance. His adoration of her stole his imagination. No longer were his dreams filled with astronauts, tigers, and foreign lands. He thought only of her.

The magic was broken when he proposed. She remembered she didn’t believe in love and she laughed. She reminded him that he hadn’t written anything in weeks, and she walked out the door. The writer was devastated. He phoned a friend in a different city and left that night.
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He had bought a white board marker on the trip to his new city, and a new typewriter. Richard vowed never to fall in love again. His first order of business in the new apartment was to write on his bathroom mirror.

“Get your shit together.”

The simple sentence, written in his slanting print seemed to laugh at him. For the amount of joy the words took in watching him piece his life together he might as well have written, “Schadenfreude.”  Richard struggled to start writing once more, and to that effect he took up drinking as a second profession.

Many a night Richard would stumble home and barely pull off his shoes before falling into bed. Every morning he brushed the taste of stale cigarettes and lonely women off his teeth before pouring a glass of whiskey and sitting down at the typewriter. His best work was a result of those months. Publishers asked about his books, and girls fawned over his stories.

Richard was always cautious of girls who loved his work. After the last girl, he took the ability to even read off his list of deal breakers. He was alone, and he liked it that way.
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Richard’s liver protested at the whiskey he drank. He ignored its complaints and changed nothing about his life. If he was going to die, Richard was determined to die the death of an artist. He silently proved his point by smoking twice as many cigarettes and drinking twice as much whiskey. The only love in his life was his typewriter. When sat in front of it, he often forgot there was a world outside of his cramped apartment.

His books had sold well and he could’ve left, but Richard never did. He
stared at the new mantra written across his mirror.

“Art is Pain.”

He remembered the girl who had loved his words.  He wrote about her. Occasionally he contemplated sending her a copy of his most recent novel, but never did. Richard was alone. He wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t sad. Sometimes it’s enough to just not be sad.

title: Mantras (about love and moving on)

question: Summarize how Richard feels after Leanna leaves him.

answer: Richard was devastated when Leanna rejected and left him. It inspired him to get his life together and swear off falling in love again. To get back to writing, he picked up drinking every day to accomplish this. He found success with his new stories, but his drinking intensified. He was alone with the only love in his life being his typewriter. He wasn't happy, but he wasn't sad.

question: Summarize Leanna's relationship with men.

answer: After she leaves Anthony, Leanna decides to convince herself she doesn't believe in love. In the months after, she often sleeps with men she doesn't know. She charmed men with her indifference, and then would send them packing when they said how much she meant to them. This was the case with Richard too, who she seemed to adore.

question: Summarize Richard's relationship with writing after he vows to never fall in love again.

answer: After Richard swears off of falling in love again, he decides to get his life together. This includes getting a new typewriter and moving to a new city. He starts writing again with the help of alcohol, and ends up doing it every day. He made his best work in those months, causing publishers to ask about his books and girls to fawn over his stories. The only love in his life was his typewriter, as it caused him to forget there was a world outside of his cramped apartment. His books sold well and he kept at it.

question: What does the text say about alcohol?

answer: After Leanna left Anthony, she found herself drinking an endless amount of rum at bars. She later meets a writer, Richard, who drinks even more than she does. Leanna eventually leaves Richard because he hasn't written enough. This leads to him taking up drinking as a second profession in order to write again. Even in the morning he would pour a glass of whiskey right before sitting at the typewriter. He continued to drink and vowed to die the death of an artist. He smoked twice as many cigarettes and drank twice as much whiskey.

question: Summarize what happens when Leanna gets back with Anthony.


text:
At 10 PM Hunter was on his way to another graveyard shift of monitoring the Distant Detection Array as he always does. Tonight started like any other, Hunter was prepared for another uneventful night of watching nothing happen on the monitors. When he showed up at the observation wing of the base, Hunter expressed his disinterest for his assignment to the attending officer as he always does. He thinks his job is a waste of time and resources. He is dresses in full uniform, has to have a special security clearance and works in a secret area of a heavily guarded military facility ... all to look at a wall of monitors that tell him the universe looks normal.

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"Why use the most expensive telescopes humanity has ever built to look for something we don't even think exists?" is his usual complaint. Every officer at the base has heard this at least a dozen times, however they remind Hunter that orders are orders and insist that Hunter shouldn't complain about being given such a simple job. His only responsibility is to report unusual feedback from telescopes and sensors, if anything unusual ever comes through. He knows the Array is really being used to look for signs of an incoming attack from an extraterrestrial race and not to monitor supernova candidate stars, which is what the public is told. "The big wigs have been watching too many space operas" Hunter would say to anyone who would listen.

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At this point humanity has not even found definitive proof of life outside of our solar system, much less signs of intelligence. The closest we have seen is a rocky planet with nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide in its atmosphere. Hunter knew that the atmosphere of this planet was mostly oxygen with relatively small amounts of the other gasses, so if a living creature there tried to use fire the entire planet would ignite. Anything living there would be stuck in the stone age.

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Despite his skepticism, Hunter takes over monitor duty at 11 PM as he always does. At 1:07 PM some of the sensors start to detect something in a pocket of seemingly empty space about 17 light years away. One sensor detects an emission of gamma rays, another one detected x rays. This caught Hunter's attention as it is unusual for an area of empty space to emit such radiation. Hunter decided to take a look at the area with telescopes. He sent instructions an an infrared, visible light, and a radio telescope to survey the area. He was perplexed that both of them showed absolutely nothing even though the radiation levels were reaching levels that were theorized to be the upper limit of what the most powerful stars could emit. Because the telescopes couldn't see anything, Hunter was looking at data that told him a massive amount of radiation was either appearing out of nothing, or leaking into our universe. Hunter decoded that he would restart the sensors and receiving satellites to try and make sure these weren't false readings.

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As he was waiting for the sensors to come back on, the infrared telescope he pointed at the area gave an alert. It had detected a momentary spike and drop to normal of heat in the area, which did not match the ever increasing readings from the other sensors. Hunter hoped the sensors would come back on, show nothing, and he could submit a simple sensor anomaly report to his superiors. These hopes were crushed when the sensors started returning information again. Not only did they pick up the radiation again, they were maxed out. Hunter couldn't believe it. He stared in awe, unable to come up with any explanation for what was going on in front of his eyes. Moments later, all the telescopes started giving alerts. The visible light telescope detected light levels akin to a supernova 100 light years away. The radio telescope was showing what could best be described as trying to broadcast every radio station from one antenna. The infrared telescope was telling him that this area of space, empty a few minutes ago, was engulfed in flames.

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Then it all stopped. Everything observing the anomaly stopped transmitting data. Hunter thought it was an issue with the receiving satellites, however a check revealed they were functioning properly. He tried restarting the sensors and telescopes, but simply could not get any data from them. Hunter decided this was unusual enough to report to the officers and senior scientists at the base.

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He called an emergency meeting, having to wake up generals, astronomers, and physicists in the middle of the night. He thought that his news wouldn't be well received at such a time, however his training told him to go through with the protocol right away. After everyone had been assembled and lots of coffee had been consumed, hunter began to present the data and his recollection of the events. He was surprised as the others began to look horrified.

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One of the generals pointed at Hunter and said "Just to be clear son, you can never tell anyone outside this room what you just told us". He then excused hunter from his post, and told him that he would file his honorable discharge papers immediately if Hunter wished to leave the force. "Did I just detect something from out of this world?" Hunter asked the general, to which one of the physicists replied in a solemn tone "Out of this universe".

title: [SF] Far Sight Lost

question: What is Hunter looking for?

answer: Hunter's job is to report any unusual feedback from telescopes and sensors. The Array is really being used to look for signs of an incoming attack from an extraterrestrial race and not to monitor supernova candidate stars, which is what the public is told. At this point, humanity has not even found definitive proof of life outside of our solar system, much less signs of intelligence.

question: Why is Hunter dismissed at the end of the story?

answer: Hunter has called the important people to a meeting in the middle of the night. He has seen strange phenomena and wants to report them. The powers that be are horrified and caution Hunter that he must never tell anyone that he has seen something from out of the Universe. They give him an honorable discharge.

question: How will Hunter feel about losing his job?

answer: It is likely that Hunter is not unhappy about losing his job. He expresses his boredom and frustration with the job every day. He has to dress in full uniform and watch the monitors all night and each night nothing happens.


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[Eight metalcut illustrations for a _Hortulus Animae_, by Hans Holbein the Younger, cut by Jacob Faber.] JACOB FABER or JAKOB FABER, also known as the “MASTER IF” from the monogram on his prints, was a formschneider (“block-cutter”) of woodcuts and metalcuts, engraver, designer of decorative prints (alphabets, borders etc.) and publisher. Faber was active in the period 1516-1550, in Basel in Switzerland and subsequently in France.[1]

Jacob Faber is a German form of what was presumably his original name, Jacques Lefèvre, a common French name – the equivalent of John Smith – shared by several other figures active in similar circles at the period; the main ones are mentioned below. Faber was especially noted for the many metalcut title-page borders and book illustrations he made to designs by Hans Holbein the Younger in Basel in the 1520s.

Life

[Printer's Device for Andreas Cratander, by Holbein, cut by Faber. 1522] Faber was born in France or Lorraine,[2] the latter information coming from a reference in a letter by Erasmus of 1524.[3] Possibly after training in Paris,[4] he was in Basel in Switzerland working for Johann Froben by March 1516, and remained there until returning to France in 1524,[5] to Paris and perhaps later Lyons, where he was used by the local publishers in the 1540s.[6] He was associated with major Reformation figures, and may have become a Huguenot himself, which would agree with a move to Lyons, unlike Paris a city with a strong Huguenot presence. He may be the “Jacques Lefèvre, dit le tailleur d'histoires” (“called the cutter of stories”) accused of heresy in Paris in 1534-35,[7] but unlike 17 others at the time, not executed.[8] He seems to have lived until about 1550.[9]

The “enterprising” and mobile Faber undertook a variety of roles,[10] but all were essentially within the book publishing industry; almost all his images are for books. He produced illustrations himself in all three techniques then used for book illustration: woodcut, engraving and metalcut, but appears always to have used the designs of artists, except perhaps for decorative work. He was the main producer of metalcut plates for the important publisher Johann Froben in Basel. He acted as a middle-man for larger publishers, according to Peter Parshall, and “eventually operated as an independent agent commissioning and trading blocks and plates with French and Swiss publishers”.[11] In this capacity he worked with Hans Holbein, Hans Lützelburger, and others.[12] He was “also in close contact with major figures in the Reformation movement”.[13]

His habit of signing merely with his initials ensured that his identity sank into obscurity, until he was identified again in the mid-19th century and eventually recognized as the major interpreter of the younger Holbein's designs in the medium of metalcuts, though when left to his own devices, his abilities as a designer were mediocre - “wretched stuff”, according to Campbell Dodgson, Keeper of Prints at the British Museum.[14]

Metalcuts

[_Christ as Intercessor_, title page border by Hans Holbein the Younger, metalcut by Jacob Faber, 1523, signed “IF” at right edge, halfway up.]

The earliest known metalcut produced in Basel is from a book printed by Froben in 1518, when Faber had already been working for Froben for two years; this is very likely to be by Faber, who in any case soon became Froben's main cutter in metal.[15] Between 1520 and 1523, Faber executed metalcuts designed by Hans Holbein the Younger, at first exclusively. His early technique was relatively crude, using long parallel hatching lines for shadows that took little account of the volumes of figures and space. However, his work improved rapidly, presumably for two reasons. Firstly, Holbein, who was himself progressing markedly in his grasp of printmaking, probably took a closer personal interest in Faber's execution, after at first merely handing over his designs and leaving the style to the cutter. Secondly, the skilled woodcutter Hans Lützelburger arrived in Basel in 1522, bringing with him technical and artistic standards that may have stimulated Faber's own work. Lützelburger possessed a technique capable of doing justice for the first time to Holbein's highly detailed and challenging designs.[16]

Faber's metalcut of the _Title Page Border with Children and an Old Couple_ deployed shorter and more varied hatching than that of his earliest work, resulting in a greater roundness of forms. His progress continued in the _Title Page Border with Tantalus_, which distinguished between surface textures. Faber also began placing light and shadow more calculatingly, achieving enhanced visual and spatial effects. His heightened conception of space showed itself in his _Title Page Border with Greek and Roman Philosophers and Authors of Antiquity_ in 1522 and reached a peak in the last metalcut he executed for Holbein in Basel, the _Title Page Border with Christ as Intercessor before God the Father, the Four Symbols of the Evangelists and the Mission of the Apostles_, in 1523. A metalcut of King _Henry VIII in council_, once said to be after Holbein, signed “IF”, was used in English books, first appearing in 1548 in Hall's chronicle and subsequently being used in Foxe's Book of Martyrs.[17]

Faber and other metalcutters may have influenced Lützelburger in turn, challenging him to further refine his technique. The metalcut possessed an advantage over the woodcut in close hatching because fine print lines between the furrows in the wood would sometimes break, marring the print. Lützelburger responded with technical advances of his own, achieving a greater subtlety in the woodcut medium. This period was one of revolution in all aspects of printmaking in Basel.[18]

Other Jacob Fabers in the Northern Renaissance

The name JAKOB or JACOB FABER may mean several people, especially in the context of the Northern Renaissance, when at least three figures known by this name were active at the same time.

-   Jacques Lefèvre d'Étaples, (c.1455-1536) French Renaissance humanist and theologian, called “of Etaples” to avoid confusion with the others, and often referred to by the hybrid German-Latin name “Jacob” or “Jakob Faber Stapulensis”.[19] He had a sometimes tense relationship with Erasmus, whose work on Biblical translation and in theology closely paralleled his own.[20]
-   Jacques Lefèvre/Jacob Faber, of Deventer, (1473-after 1517), a Netherlandish Renaissance humanist and friend and correspondent of Erasmus, and of Jacques Lefèvre d'Étaples. He worked most of his life as a schoolmaster.[21]
-   Jakob Faber, an alchemist working in Bohemia in 1585.[22]

Notes

[1] [http://www.getty.edu/vow/ULANServlet?english=Y&find=Jacob+Faber&role=&page=1&nation= Getty Union Artist Name List];

[2] British Museum

[3] Dodgson, 282. Erasmus lived in Froben's house when in Basel.

[4] Bietenholz and Deutscher entry

[5] or 1525 or 1526, per Bietenholz and Deutscher entry

[6] Dodgson

[7] Bietenholz and Deutscher entry

[8] Parshall, 216, Dodgson, 282, see also Bietenholz and Deutscher entry

[9] [https://books.google.com/books?id=TII8AAAAIAAJ&pg=PA5&dq=%22Jacob+Faber%22+Master+IF&lr=&as_brr=3 Hind]

[10] see Bietenholz and Deutscher entry for evidence of his travels.

[11] Parshall, 216

[12] [https://books.google.com/books?id=xS56mlT00GsC&pg=PA582&dq=%22Jakob+Faber%22&lr=].

[13] Parshall, 216

[14] Dodgson, 1943:285.

[15] Dodgson, Parshall

[16] Rümelin, 127–129.

[17] It is not mentioned in recent scholarly works on Holbein, and the attribution seems to have been abandoned.

[18] Rümelin, 129.

[19] Grattan-Guinness, Ivor; _Companion Encyclopedia of the History and Philosophy of the Mathematical Sciences_, p. 178, JHU Press, 2003, ,

[20] Google books Chapter 1, p. 19 ff, of Lindberg, Carter. _The Reformation theologians: an introduction to theology in the early modern period_, Blackwell Publishing, 2002, , , analyses their relationship at length

[21] Bietenholz and Deutscher have a biographical entry, and there is another [https://books.google.com/books?id=MI5YiAWwCywC&pg=PA69&dq=%22Jacob+Faber%22&lr= short biography] online.

[22] Google books

title: Jacob Faber

question: What does the text say about the proper tools needed for woodcutting?

question: What does the text say about Jacob Faber?

answer: Jacob Faber, aka "Jakob Faber" and "Master IF" (from the monogram on his prints) was an engraver, a publisher, and designer of decorative prints (alphabets, borders, etc.) He was also a formschneider (“block-cutter”) of woodcuts and metalcuts. Faber was active in Basel, Switzerland, and subsequently France during the period 1516-1550. It is presumed that "Jacob Faber" is a German version of his original name "Jacques Lefèvre", a common French name and the equivalent of John Smith. Several other figures active in the same circles at the same period share the same name as Faber. He was especially noted for several metalcut title-page borders and book illustrations he made to designs by Hans Holbein the Younger in the 1520s in Basel.

question: Summarize Jacob Faber's life.

answer: Faber was born in France (or Lorraine, according to Erasmus). The text assumes that Faber trained in Paris and moved to Basel, Switzerland to work for publisher Johann Froben from March 1516 to sometime in 1524, when he went back to France to work with local publishers in Lyons. Faber was associated with major Reformation figures and may have become a Huguenot. He could also be the “Jacques Lefèvre, dit le tailleur d'histoires” (“called the cutter of stories”) accused of heresy in Paris in 1534-35, but not executed, unlike 17 others at the time. Faber had many roles, but all were within the book publishing industry because all his images are for books. He was the main producer of metalcut plates for Froben and acted as a middle man for larger publishers, eventually operating as an independent agent earning a commission. His habit of signing with his initials ensured that his identity sank into obscurity.

question: What does the text say about Faber's skills as a designer?

answer: By all accounts, Faber wasn't a very good designer and left to his own devices, his skills were mediocre. Campbell Dodgson, Keeper of Prints at the British Museum, called Faber's work "wretched stuff". While he produced illustrations himself in all three techniques then used for illustration: woodcut, engraving, and metalcut, he always used the designs of artists except for decorative work.


text:
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Wednesday

Jul 3, 2019 at 7:29 AM Jul 3, 2019 at 4:45 PM

A ball of light that blinked into South Florida’s inky predawn sky Wednesday before bursting into pieces with dazzling long-lived tails was a hunk of cosmic scrap metal, one of 25,000 objects the Air Force tracks in space.

The flaming debris, part of a Chinese CZ3 rocket body, was forecast to reenter the atmosphere Wednesday morning but no one predicted the delight and awe it would spark in those who saw it lazily fall toward Earth just after 2 a.m.

At least two people called the Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office, one who said there were UFOs over the skies west of Boynton. Others thought maybe it was a meteor — part of the Alpha Capricornids shower — or airplanes flying too close together.

“I wasn’t even sure what I was seeing,” said David Larenas, who was driving on Hypoluxo Road west of Lantana when he noticed the sky light up. “It looked like something out of the movies with this fireball and a long tail that was kind of like a cloud.”

@NWSMiami Good morning! This shot through the sky at about 2:15 this morning...I took this photo & viewers have sent in video as well...Do you guys know what it is?pic.twitter.com/dNq39dTv7R

— Sandra Shaw (@wpbf_sandra)July 3, 2019

Maj. Cody Chiles, spokesman for the Joint Force Space Component Command, confirmed the lights were from the Chinese rocket reentering the atmosphere over the southeastern portion of the country.

The website Satview.org showed it reentering at 2:16 a.m.

“At one point I did think about that movie Deep Impact because it was heading east and I was like, are we going to get a Tsunami,” Larenas said.

Deep Impact is a 1998 film where part of a comet lands in the ocean, creating a giant wave that destroys the Eastern Seaboard.

Mike Hankey, the operations manager for the American Meteor Society, said he was “100 percent sure” the lights were debris breaking up in the atmosphere.

“The reentry time difference from estimate to fireball was just four hours and the distance from estimate to actual was about 300 km, so this is the likely candidate,” Hankey said about the Chinese rocket. “The reentry estimates are really just educated guess, so they are not exact.”

Twenty-three people from St. Augustine to Key West logged their sighting of the space junk on the AMS website.

“This was significant,” wrote a Spring Hill man who included a photo with his report. “It was large, bright and fascinating.”

The Delta Aquarids meteor shower begins next week, but doesn’t peak until July 29. The Alpha Capricornids, which is generally considered a weak shower, is active now. Although it doesn’t produce a prolific number of meteors, the Alpha Capricornids is known for its fireballs.

Hankey said space junk has several characteristics that meteors don’t, including that it moves slower across the sky and there is more fragmentation.

“Basically, every little nut or bolt in a satellite or rocket engine will turn into a fireball in the sky, so this has a very distinctive look,” he said. “A lot of people saw it or got videos of it because it was hanging in the sky for so long.”

That gave them ample time to pull out their cell phones and hit record, which rarely happens with natural fireballs, Hankey said.

Did you see these impressive#fireballs in the sky? Getting numerous reports of bright#meteors over South#Florida at 2:19am this morning. Video is courtesy of Brent Hedeenpic.twitter.com/eeWfnBJLJ4

— Steve Weagle (@SteveWeagleWPTV)July 3, 2019

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question: What was the UFO-like object that people saw?

answer: The UFO-like object was a flaming part of a Chinese CZ3 rocket body.

question: What meteor showers does the article discuss?

answer: The article talks about the Delta Aquarids meteor shower which will begin next week. It also talks about the Alpha Capricornids meteor shower which is currently active but is considered a weak shower.

question: Who directed the film 'Deep Impact'?


text:
I look at Sil and start to SCREAM and yell and yammer excitedly with this new idea bursting forth -  Let’s go to Sunday mass hungover, or maybe still drunk. Maybe we can puke in the pews or confess our sins to the pederast priest! Sil, always an easy read, agreed instantly so we left the watering hole in the wall, brimming with stalwart stoic sin and soaking in sex, gin and ugh…pheromones.

“fadder I puked in yer pews. How many hail Marys is dat?”

“fadder I smoked a joint in the rectory.”

“fadder I occasionally sleeps wit men.”

We see his previously shock beet red face light up.

“Wit MEN fadder wit men.  Not little boys”

Disappointed pederast priest preaching piously about the sins of drugs and alcohol and sex and Sodomy and y’know, pretty much everything fun ever.

“fadder I sold me mudders dentures for new headshots.”

“fadder I was in a porn” et cetera. After the pederast has a coronary we’ll steal the communion wine and dance on the church organ. You can play a sweet soft soothing melody accompanied soliloquy or Debussy’s Claire de Lune. We’ll remember better days when he could still play and cry red tears, shitty drunk. Stuck in our respective funk ruts our calls to the coronary catholic become more somber.

“fadder I’m afraid. I’m afraid of dying…I’m afraid of living.”

Rolling around on the confession booth floor now,

“fadder I want to die, fadder I tried to kill myself”

Sil shows strong salient scalpel scars that we both still remember suturing shut.

“fadder I should be in the Waterford In-patient wing”

By now we’ve revived the poor old Father…As it happens he’s a rowdy red whiskey noser. Sil’s feeling good, rambunctious and reeling secretly seething I believe.

“So fadder explain to me why it’s a sin to love another man but every other fucking week some fuckin’ pillar of the community cops for kiddie porn?!” His ire is up, red cheeked wide eyed boiling over.

The priest is mute silent on the subject at first.

“My son, I’ve never fucked any boys, nor do I hate ‘the gays’ and what’s all this about killing yourselves and Waterford Bridge Road?” I feel a lecture coming on…”What’s the allure of this demure throwaway life attitude you have, so many of you.”

This question throws a long echoing silence through the puke stained pews.  A symbol for broken, wasted, busted, beat down lost youth. Or whatever.

Breaking the silence I turn to him quietly, “I guess for me I really don’t see the point of any of it beyond a couple of laughs and a lot of highs. I see the corruption that I’m too stupid to fix, that I can’t realistically change.”

Sil interjects “I think generationally we just don’t really have a tether – Everyone exists superficially, digitally we don’t know how to talk to one another we just get drunk or high and crash into each other blindly praying for a little connection on those rare occasions we realize how disconnected we really are.”

“Generationally? Is that even a word?!”

“Shut up milk drinker!” Sil punches me

“Yeah everyone sitting alone in rooms or all together with a rum and coke and a cellphone silently tapping away.”

The pederast nods “you boys need family, children, religion even. You know it brings us together as a community. The opiate of the masses son” He pauses, wagging a finger “and I don’t consider that to be a pejorative.”

Taking a ridiculous swig I nod “I understand the appeal really but I prefer actual opiates  and being alone and not changing.”

After a box of communion wine, (Yes it can come in boxes, look it up) we bid farewell to the swell drunk ‘ol pederast priest, promising to return someday with Irish Mist for his thirsty Irish lips, (Is that bigotry?) the old coot.

“Sil come over and stay in my bed we can binge watch a season of Louie and drink fuckin’ Borises and I’ll play guitar for you an…” I stammer on

“STOP! You had me at BED” SIl yells at me belligerently as we stagger down Bully Street arms intertwined drunk walking. It’s foggy and misty, our feet soaked and my body is drained of life. Finally we knock into y front door struggling with keys, we must have dropped 5 times.

“I think yer scars are beautiful Sil” (I love it, I do) I tell her softly as I run my hand over them, feeling the slight texture change, the scar raised…We kiss and stare into eyes, not alone not for tonight.

title: [HM] Crashing Sunday Morning Mass

question: What was the narrator and Sil's idea for their Sunday?

answer: The narrator and Sil planned to get drunk and interrupt the Sunday morning mass. As planned, they puked in the pews, smoked a joint inside the rectory and heckled the priest.


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Dave was too drunk have driven himself home. Not black out drunk, but drunk enough that he shouldn’t have driven. But he made it home all in one piece. Mostly due to luck.

It was a dark night, lit only by the streetlamp that was too far away to really do much help. The local kids (or whoever) had busted most of them. The local DOT had long since stopped caring. The only reason the one remained was that they needed some light to conduct business at night. Dave didn’t care, not really, this house was the best that he could afford. Of course, the other benefit was that none of the neighbors complained when Dave didn’t trim the bushes. Wasn’t quite like a trek into the rain forest walking up his front step, but it was getting there.

It wasn’t very alarming that the front door wasn’t locked. The decrepit piece of shit probably wouldn’t have kept anyone out if they really wanted in. Luckily, Dave didn’t have much. In fact, other than Natty Ice in the fridge, he had almost nothing. Plus, he had already been six or so beers in before he drove to Three Blind Mice. Despite it’s fruity name, it was only a place real drinkers went. The rest couldn’t hang. At least that’s what they told each other.

What was silently more alarming was when his only lamp turned on, mostly because Dave was still clear across the room from it. The light from the lamp revealed a well-dressed man in what appeared to be Dave’s recliner, drug over next the lamp for effect. He was about medium build, glasses, bearded, looking clam and serene.

“Hello Dave, nice of you to join me,” the visitor said, as if this was his house and he had been expecting Dave for some time.

“Who the fuck…” Dave’s voice trailed off as his eyes finally focused on the gun in the stranger’s hand. “Look man, I don’t got anything, besides some cheap beer and that chair you’re sitting in. But man, I found that outside the house where that old lady died, I’m pretty sure that she died in…” Dave stopped talking as the well-dressed man put the index finger of his non-gun hand to his lips. Would have been pretty funny sight, except for the gun. That made if funny in a morbid sort of way.

“Dave, Dave, Dave,” he said once Dave had quieted down, “I didn’t come here to hear what you had to say, I’m going to talk a bit, you’re going to die, and the world will be a better place.”

It wasn’t exactly what he said that was so terrifying, though it was, it was how he said it. The man had stated the whole chain of events almost like he was reading it from a history book, that’s how certain he was of the chain of events.

“Listen man, whatever I did to you, I’m really sorry, can, I, uh, do anything for you?” Dave had no idea what he had done but he had pissed off a lot of people, this was hardly a surprising turn of events.

“There is simply nothing you can say to make up to me what you took from me,” the man started, the calm veneer slipping a bit, some anger poking through. He then composed himself, “But, I’m getting ahead of myself. If you wouldn’t be a dear and sit in the folding chair I’ve put over there.” As he said the last part, he motioned with a gun to a folding chair that had “Property of Jack’s Party World” printed on it. Dave had stolen that a long time ago. Dave went along because that seemed the thing to do.

“You see Dave,” he continued, “Five years from now you’re going to get blindly drunk one night, so drunk that you don’t realize that your liquor refill run isn’t taking place in the middle of the night, but at 6 in the morning. Honest mistake, it being the middle of winter and all. You’re so drunk that you claim that you never saw the red light. And you certainly didn’t see Jenny, that was my wife’s name, crossing the intersection. Maybe you saw her car as you flew out your windshield, past her car, and only the nearby embankment, suffering only a cut above your eye. A cut that witnesses at the scene filmed you screaming about as if it was life threatening while my wife was pinned in her car, bleeding to death.”

“Man, I ain’t never been in an accident before…” Dave started to complain before the loud bang and the searing pain in his foot.

“Couple of things,” the man said, oddly calm for just having shot a man in the foot, “I hate being interrupted, first, and second, you’re not listening. The collision, not accident, will not happen for another five years and change. But you’re jumping ahead and unless you’d like a shot in the other foot, I suggest you quiet down.”

There was a pause before the well-dressed man took Dave’s silence for agreement.

“In court you were so fucking contrite. You had dressed up nice and told the judge about your mom’s drinking, how your wife had left you, how you had no support system and that’s how you ended up the asshole driving drunk at 6 in the morning. Of course, the judge felt for you, sent you to rehab and time served. Time served. For murdering my wife. Do you know what Jenny did in her free time? The free time she had leftover from her job helping children find parents to adopt them? She used to read to the elderly at a local nursing home. She was too good for me and she was worth way more than time served and rehab for some asshole.
“I’m a very clever man, you can ask almost anyone. When Jenny was alive, I used that to work for the government, designing weapon systems. After you murdered her, I realized how fucking pointless all that was. All I wanted was my Jenny back. So, after crying for a while, I set to work on my greatest invention. It took decades but eventually I did it. I created the machine that took me from my basement to your backyard. I would offer to show you but, well, I don’t give a fuck about you.”

Dave was way too drunk for this. His foot was starting to throb and this guy was seeming crazier and crazier with every minute, even if his delivery was calm, cool, and collected.

“You see, Dave, it was at that moment that I had a realization, the only memories I would ever have of Jenny would be from the moment I jumping back in time forward. Some version of me would live the other part of that life. I thought I had fixed my problem but I hadn’t, I would never remember any of it. All the birthdays, any children, none of it would actually be my memories. My work had been worth it because Jenny would get to live, but me, I still lost. That’s when I decided that instead of going back to that day and giving Jenny a flat or something simple, I would come back in time and kill you.”

Dave’s mouth got instantly dry at the way that the man had said “kill you” without any emotion at all.

“Of course, it wouldn’t do to have the me who was living now arrested for your murder, that would make things even worse, especially since I would have no idea what had happened. I wouldn’t have really been innocent, but close enough. And then it occurred to me, right now, the me of your time is 12 hours away from her on a bachelor party for my brother in law. He is a cop. All his friends are cops. I was the only ‘civilian’ invited. Sure, they might question me, but I was right now sitting in a bar a time zone away, drinking with 6 cops in a bar full of witnesses. I almost feel bad for the detective who has to solve this case.” The man was smiling a bit as he said that last part.

“Listen man,” Dave started, waiting for the next bullet to come, when it didn’t, he plowed on, “please don’t kill me, you’ve made your point, seriously, please, I promise, give me the day and I won’t even leave my house that day, I’ll go to a different state, please man.”

“I always wondered what the begging would be, I have to be honest. Well, in most of my fantasies you’d already done it when I killed you. Before I had the chance, you drank yourself to death. I was the only one to come to your funeral. Even your own mother didn’t bother to show. No flowers, no mourners, just a man the funeral home let piss on your corpse once they knew who you were. But that wasn’t enough.

“I do like that you never promised to stop drinking, and why would you? I have no proof with me that you did anything. Even when you did, you drank more, not less. I’m sorry, but that won’t do at all.”

“Come on man,” Dave was getting desperate, “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

“From your point of view, I can see how you might think that. But look at it from my perspective, you’ve taken my wife from me once and even breaking the laws of physics can’t bring her back to me, really. So you’ve fucked me twice. I’m not saying what I’m going to do to you is moral, I’m saying it’s going to happen.”

“They won’t find me for days, not in this neighborhood,” Dave was now crying as he spoke, “Your alibi won’t hold up.”

“I appreciate your concern Dave,” the man said, dripping with sarcasm, “but I already have that figured out. Your neighbor’s phone is close enough to the window that I can use it without going in, just breaking a window, reaching in and calling the police. Now, saying there was a shooting won’t do much. But, saying that there is a bomb in your house, that’ll get the whole station out here, even in this neighborhood. They’ll find you, still bleeding on the floor and I will be far, far away. Both of me will.”
Dave thought about charging him, trying for the gun, but before he could formulate a plan, the gun went off in rapid succession and the man calmly strolled out the door as everything faded to black.

title: [SF] Dave's Problem

question: What does the story say about the energy requirements of running a time machine?

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

answer: The primary source of tension in the story is Dave's alcoholism. His lifestyle choice of getting wasted all the time will end up killing an innocent woman five years in the future. Dave only suffers a minor cut above his eye and gets off easy, with the court ordering him into rehab and time served for murdering someone while intoxicated. In grief, the woman's husband, a clever man who works for the government designing weapons systems, creates a time machine because he can't accept that his wife died and Dave only went to rehab. Since the man can't bring his wife back from the dead, he goes back in time to another timeline, so he can kill Dave to prevent the tragedy from happening to another version of himself and Jenny (his wife). The man has planned the execution meticulously and there wasn't anything Dave could have said or done to stop it.

question: Describe the man who wants to kill Dave.

answer: The man was well-dressed, about medium build, wore glasses, and had a beard. He looked calm and serene while threatening Dave with a gun. The man worked for the government designing weapon systems and was clever enough to build a time machine. It took him decades to build the machine, but it worked.

question: Explain the theme of the story.

answer: The story's theme is revenge. Dave's alcoholism led to the death of an innocent woman, while he got off virtually Scott-free. This didn't sit well with the woman's husband. He was smart enough to build a time machine to set things right. His invention, however, couldn't bring his wife back. The man also had to live with the memories of her death. He decides to go back in time and kill Dave, to prevent the death of his wife from ever happening and as revenge for what happened to him.


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ENHANCED PRIVACY ID (EPID) is Intel Corporation's recommended algorithm for attestation of a trusted system while preserving privacy. It has been incorporated in several Intel chipsets since 2008 and Intel processors since 2011. At RSAC 2016 Intel disclosed that it has shipped over 2.4B EPID keys since 2008.[1] EPID complies with international standards ISO/IEC 20008[2] / 20009,[3] and the Trusted Computing Group (TCG) TPM 2.0 for authentication.[4] Intel contributed EPID intellectual property to ISO/IEC under RAND-Z terms. Intel is recommending that EPID become the standard across the industry for use in authentication of devices in the Internet of Things (IoT) and in December 2014 announced that it was licensing the technology to third-party chip makers to broadly enable its use.[5]

EPID

EPID is an enhancement of the Direct Anonymous Attestation (DAA) algorithm.[6] DAA is a digital signature algorithm supporting anonymity. Unlike traditional digital signature algorithms, in which each entity has a unique public verification key and a unique private signature key, DAA provides a common group public verification key associated with many (typically millions) of unique private signature keys. DAA was created so that a device could prove to an external party what kind of device it is (and optionally what software is running on the device) without needing to provide device identity, i.e., to prove you are an authentic member of a group without revealing _which_ member. EPID enhances DAA by providing an additional utility of being able to revoke a private key given a signature created by that key, even if the key itself is still unknown.

Background

In 1999 the Pentium III added a Processor Serial Number (PSN) as a way to create identity for security of endpoints on the internet. However, privacy advocates were especially concerned and Intel chose to remove the feature in later versions.[7] Building on improving asymmetric cryptography of the time and group keys, Intel Labs researched and then standardized a way to get to the benefits of PSN while preserving privacy.

Roles

There are three roles when using EPID: Issuer, Member and Verifier. The issuer is the entity that issues unique EPID private keys for each member of a group. The member is the entity that is trying to prove its membership in a group. The verifier is the entity who is checking an EPID signature to establish whether it was signed by an entity or device which is an authentic member of the group. Current usage by Intel has the Intel Key Generation Facility as the Issuer, an Intel-based PC with embedded EPID key as a member, and a server (possibly running in the cloud) as the verifier (on behalf of some party that wishes to know that it is communicating with some trusted component in a device).

Key issuing options

The issuing of an EPID key can be done directly by the issuer creating an EPID key and delivering securely to the member, or blinded so that the issuer does not know the EPID private key. Having EPID keys embedded in devices before they ship is an advantage for some usages so that EPID is available inherently in the devices as they arrive in the field. Having the EPID key issued using the blinded protocol is an advantage for some usages, since there is never a question about whether the issuer knew the EPID key in the device. It is an option to have one EPID key in the device at time of shipment, and use that key to prove to another issuer that it is a valid device and then get issued a different EPID key using the blinded issuing protocol.

Uses

In recent years EPID has been used for attestation of applications in the platforms used for protected content streaming and financial transactions. It is also used for attestation in Software Guard Extensions (SGX), released by Intel in 2015. It is anticipated that EPID will become prevalent in IoT, where inherent key distribution with the processor chip, and optional privacy benefits will be especially valued.

Proof that a part is genuine

An example usage for EPID is to prove that a device is a genuine device. A verifier wishing to know that a part was genuine would ask the part to sign a cryptographic nonce with its EPID key. The part would sign the nonce and also provide a proof that the EPID key was not revoked. The verifier after checking the validity of the signature and proof would know that the part was genuine. With EPID, this proof is anonymous and unlinkable.

Content protection

EPID can be used to attest that a platform can securely stream digital rights management (DRM)-protected content because it has a minimum level of hardware security. The Intel Insider program uses EPID for platform attestation to the rights-holder.

Securing financial transactions

Data Protection Technology (DPT) for Transactions is a product for doing a 2-way authentication of a point of sale (POS) terminal to a backend server based on EPID keys. Using hardware roots of trust based on EPID authentication, the initial activation and provisioning of a POS terminal can securely be performed with a remote server. In general, EPID can be used as the basis to securely provision any cryptographic key material over the air or down the wire with this method.

Internet of things attestation

For securing the IoT, EPID can be used to provide authentication while also preserving privacy. EPID keys placed in devices during manufacturing are ideal for provisioning other keys for other services in a device. EPID keys can be used in devices for services while not allowing users to be tracked by their IoT devices using these services. Yet if required, a known transaction can be used for when an application and user choose (or require) the transaction to be unambiguously known (e.g., a financial transaction). EPID can be used for both persistent identity and anonymity. Whereas alternative approaches exist for persistent identity, it is difficult to convert persistent identity to anonymous identity. EPID can serve both requirements and can enable anonymous identity in a mode of operation that enables persistence, as well. Thus, EPID is ideal for the broad range of anticipated IoT uses.

Security and privacy are foundational to the IoT. Since IoT security and privacy extend beyond Intel processors to other chipmaker's processors in sensors, Intel announced on December 9, 2014 their intent to license EPID broadly to other chip manufacturers for Internet of things applications. On August 18, 2015, Intel jointly announced the licensing of EPID to Microchip and Atmel, and showed it running on a Microchip microcontroller at the Intel Developers Forum.[8]

Internet of things complexity hiding

Internet of things has been described as a “network of networks”[9] where internal workings of one network may not be appropriate to disclose to a peer or foreign network. For example, a use case involving redundant or spare IoT devices facilitates availability and serviceability objectives, but network operations that load balances or replaces different devices need not be reflected to peer or foreign networks that “share” a device across network contexts. The peer expects a particular type of service or data structure but likely doesn't need to know about device failover, replacement or repair. EPID can be used to share a common public key or certificate that describes and attests the group of similar devices used for redundancy and availability, but doesn't allow tracking of specific device movements. In many cases, peer networks do not want to track such movements as it would require, potentially, maintaining context involving multiple certificates and device lifecycles. Where privacy is also a consideration, the details of device maintenance, failover, load balancing and replacement cannot be inferred by tracking authentication events.

Internet of things secure device onboard

Because of EPID's privacy preserving properties, it is ideal for IoT Device identity to allow a device to securely and automatically onboard itself into an IoT Service immediately at the first power on of the device. Essentially the device performs a secure boot, and then before anything else, reaches out across the internet to find the IoT Service that the new owner has chosen for managing the device. An EPID attestation is integral to this initial communication. As a consequence of the EPID attestation, a secure channel is created between the device and IoT Service. Because of the EPID attestation, the IoT Service knows it is talking to the real IoT Device. (Using the secure channel created, there is reciprocal attestation so the IoT Device knows it is talking to the IoT Service the new owner selected to manage it.) Unlike PKI, where the key is unchanging transaction to transaction, an adversary lurking on the network cannot see and correlate traffic by the key used when EPID is employed. Thus privacy of onboarding is preserved and adversaries can no longer collect data to create attack maps for later use when future IoT Device vulnerabilities are discovered. Moreover, additional keys can be securely provisioned over the air or down the wire, the latest version of software, perhaps specific to the IoT Service, can be downloaded and default logins disabled to secure the IoT Device without operator intervention.

On October 3, 2017, Intel announced Intel Secure Device Onboard,[10] a software solution to help IoT Device Manufacturers and IoT Cloud Services privately, securely and quickly onboard IoT Devices into IoT Services. The objective is to onboard “Any Device to Any IoT Platform”[11] for a “superior Onboarding experience and ecosystem enablement ROI”. The use cases and protocols from SDO have been submitted to the FIDO Alliance IoT working group.

[1] “EPID for IOT Identity” Intel Corporation

[2] ISO/IEC 20008: Anonymous digital signatures

[3] ISO/IEC 20009: Anonymous entity authentication

[4] TPM 2.0 Specification

[5] “Intel's IoT Vision sees far more than chips” PC World

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[7] “Intel Disables Chip ID Tracking” ZDNet

[8] “EPID Fact Sheet” Intel

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title: Enhanced privacy ID

question: What does the text say about AMD?

question: What does the text say about Enhanced Privacy ID (EPID)?

answer: Enhanced Privacy ID or EPID, is an enhancement of the Direct Anonymous Attestation (DAA) algorithm. DAA is a digital signature algorithm supporting anonymity that provides a common group public verification key associated with many unique private signature keys. DAA was created so that a device could prove to an external party what kind of device it is and what software is running on the device without the need to provide device identity. EPID enhances DAA by providing an additional utility of being able to revoke a private key given a signature created by that key, even if it is still unknown. Intel Corporation recommends EPID for attestation of a trusted system while preserving privacy and has incorporated it in several of their chipsets since 2008 and processors in 2011.

question: What does the text say about Intel Corporation's stance on EPID?

answer: Intel Corporation recommends EPID for attestation of a trusted system while preserving privacy. Intel has incorporated several chipsets with EPID since 2008 and Intel processors since 2011. The company has disclosed that it has shipped over 2.4 billion EPID keys since 2008. Intel contributed EPID intellectual property to ISO/IEC under RAND-Z terms. Intel is recommending EPIC become standard across the industry for use in the authentication of devices in the Internet of Things (IoT) and announced it was licensing the technology to third-party chip makers.


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MARY HELLEN MAHER (1913-1998) was an American librarian known for her work in school libraries. She was active in state and national library and education associations. She served as president of the New York Library Association in 1950. Throughout her career Mahar wrote about and implemented her philosophy of the importance of instructional materials in student learning. Mahar believed that professional librarians must do everything possible to meet individual needs. and that school librarians must eschew a reputation for only organizing, housing, and circulating books.[1]

Education

Mary Hellen Maher received her A.B. degree in 1935 from New York State College for Teachers in Albany. In 1944 she earned her B.S. in library science from the same institution; and in 1950, she was awarded an M.S. from the School of Library Service, Columbia University, New York.[2]

Library career and contributions

From 1935–1954, she was a high school librarian in several New York school districts: Sag Harbor Public Schools, Pelham, Scotia, and Garden City. During her tenure in Garden City, Mahar was also a summer instructor in library science at three universities: St. John's University Brooklyn, New York, 1948; New York State Teachers College, Geneseo, New York 1949 and 1950; and the School of Library Service, Columbia University, 1952 and 1953.

During this same period, Mahar was awarded a Fulbright Fellowship for 1951-1952 for a study of library services to children and young people in the United Kingdom. Upon her return to the United States in 1952, the American Library Association (ALA) appointed her to serve as its observer at the United Nations. When she finished that assignment in 1953, she worked for one more year in Garden City as a high school librarian.

In November 1954, Mahar accepted a position with the ALA as the executive secretary of the American Association of School Libraries (AASL). She stayed until August 1956, when she resigned to accept an appointment as a professor in the Division of Library Education at State University Teachers College, Geneseo, New York. In her 18-month month tenure at AASL, she was able to encourage school library leaders to look far beyond present circumstances. She helped develop a philosophy of school librarianship that still drives school library media program development today.

Mahar believed that the development of good school libraries would come more quickly if the AASL would look beyond the organization and build bridges within the ALA and other professional education organizations. She felt that external relationships would give school librarians an opportunity to represent their field of librarianship and to interpret their work with young people.

In 1955, Mahar proposed a revision of school library standards, which would eventually be published as the groundbreaking _Standards for School Library Programs_ (ALA, 1960). She also encouraged the division to take a stand on intellectual freedom and to publish “The School Library Bill of Rights” (ALA, 1955).

In November 1956, Mahar resigned her position with the AASL to accept an appointment as professor in the Division of Librarianship at New York Teachers College, Geneseo, New York. Although Mahar had strongly urged the AASL leadership to be more involved with the parent organization, it was the ALA's planned restructuring, to begin in 1957, which partially led to her departure. She also feared a negative impact on the AASL's growth and a loss of autonomy.

In 1957, Mahar moved to the U.S. Office of Education (USOE) as Children's Library Specialist in the Division of Library Services. Under the supervision of Nora Beust, she wrote and consulted throughout the country to help state and local education agencies use National Defense Education Act funds for improving school libraries.

In 1963, Mahar became coordinator of School Library Services in the Bureau of Educational Research and Development. As opportunities arose for restructuring the unit, she projected a scenario for the future that included more enabling legislation for improving school libraries. She continued to move through the agency in a progression of positions that reflected the changes relating to responsibility for elementary and secondary school libraries.

In 1966–1967, she was appointed chief, School Librarian Section. She was chief, Instructional Resources Branch, 1967–1968, and chief, Western Program Operations Branch, 1968–1972. In 1972, she assumed the position of chief of the School Media Resources Branch, Office of Libraries and Learning Resources, from which she retired in 1978.

After her retirement from the USOE, Mahar turned her attention to the school library needs of the international community. In 1979, the School of Education at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro awarded her a one-year appointment as a research assistant. She aimed her work primarily at United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) and the World Bank.[3]

Publications

Throughout her experience as a practicing school librarian, Mahar wrote about and implemented of her philosophy of the importance of instructional materials in student learning. Mahar believed that professional librarians must do everything possible to meet individual needs and that the school librarian must eschew a reputation for only organizing, housing, and circulating books. Students and teachers should be able to locate a wide variety of materials organized and available for use in the school library.

Mahar's articles of the early 1950s hit on the theses that would drive her career: services and activities in a good school library, organizing all materials in the school library, and the value of school libraries in the learning process.

Throughout her tenure in the USOE, Mahar published annual statistical reports on school and public libraries. She also wrote about current school library issues for he state and national press. Her articles covered the gamut of now-familiar themes: certifying school librarians; evaluating school libraries; cooperative practices between administrators and librarians; public and school library cooperation; promising practices; and state and federal roles for school library development.

In 1960, Mahar published _State Department of Education Responsibilities for School Libraries_ (U.S. Department of Health, Education, and Welfare, Office of Education, 1960). The document reported on a study conducted by the Library Services Branch of the USOE, done at the request of the Council of Chief State School Officers. The report set forth the responsibilities and services of school libraries as interpreted by state school systems.[4]

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title: Mary Hellen Maher

question: Summarize Mary's educational qualifications.

answer: Mary did her A.B. degree from New York State College for Teachers in 1935. She later did her B.S. in Library Science from the same institution. Finally, she did her M.S. from the School of Library Service at Columbia University, New York.

question: Summarize Mary's library career.

answer: Mary served as a high school librarian in several New York school districts. She also served as a summer instructor in library science at three universities, including Columbia University. Later, she worked as the executive secretary of the American Association of School Libraries for 18 months. She was then appointed as professor at the New York Teachers College. Later, she became the coordinator of School Library Services at the Bureau of Educational Research and Development. After a string of other posts, she retired in 1978.

question: Summarize the various publications done by Mary.

answer: Mary's guiding principle was that students and teachers must be able to find the wide variety of materials available in the school library. She published annual statistical reports on school and public libraries throughout her tenure at USOE. Her articles covered many now-familiar themes. She also published the State Department of Education Responsibilities for School Libraries in 1960. It set forth the responsibilities and services that school libraries had as interpreted by school systems in the state.

question: Summarize Mary's childhood.