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The TURKEY VALLEY COMMUNITY SCHOOL DISTRICT is a rural public school district headquartered in Jackson Junction, Iowa,[1] serving grades Pre-K through 12th.

The district occupies portions of Winneshiek, Chickasaw, Fayette, and Howard counties. Municipalities in its boundary include Jackson Junction, Fort Atkinson, Lawler, Protivin, St. Lucas, and Waucoma.[2] Unincorporated areas in the district boundaries include Little Turkey.[3] The district has about of area. In the 2012-2013 school year the enrollment was 381.[4]

Schools

The Turkey Valley Community School serves grades PreK-12. The school is located in Jackson Junction and has separate elementary and secondary sections. Features include a garden, a playground, a soccer field, a combined American football and track facility, and other ball-based sport areas. A report from the Winneshiek County government described the campus as “large” and “rural”.[5]

Turkey Valley Junior-Senior High School

Athletics

The TROJANS compete in the Upper Iowa Conference in the following sports:[6]

-   Cross Country
-   Volleyball
-   Football
-   Basketball
-   Wrestling
    -   2018 Class 2A Dual Team State Champions (as NHTV)
-   Track and Field
-   Golf
-   Soccer
-   Baseball
    -   1985 Class 3A State Champions (as South Winn-Turkey Valley)[7]
-   Softball
    -   1982 State Champions[8]

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title: Turkey Valley Community School District

question: How many sports does the school district compete in?

answer: Ten

question: Is the Turkey Valley school district predominantly urban?

answer: No

question: What year did the district win the State Softball Championship?

answer: 1982

question: How many students does the school district have?

answer: 381, as of 2013

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses the Turkey Valley Community School District. It mentions its sports programs and details about its enrollment.


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I tried to scream for help, but only managed a gurgle, watching the torrent of bubbles wind their way to the surface as I sank deeper and deeper into the abyss. I feebly tried to flail my limbs about in a desperate mimicry of actual swimming, eyes burning from the chlorinated water, lungs aflame from lack of air. As the light began to dim, and I felt my limbs tire, I spied something in the near vicinity, and reached out in desperation…

*Thank God for the inner tube.* I looked about triumphantly, before realizing I was in the shallow end.

title: Drowning (100 Word Challenge)

question: What is the narrator screaming for?

answer: Screaming for help

question: What is the narrator in danger of?

answer: In danger of drowning

question: What does the narrator realize?

answer: She later realized she was drowning in the shallow end.

question: What happens to the narrator ultimately?

answer: Narrator is saved by an inner tube

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is drowning in a pool. Narrator is saved by an inner tube before realizing they were in the shallow end.


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NASA’s Kepler space telescopespotted thousands of worlds during its four-year mission, proving that our galaxy is filled with planets. But even more surprising is what the Kepler database highlights about our own solar system: namely, that we’re a bunch of celestial oddballs.

That fact is made obvious by Kepler Orrery IV, an animation produced by astronomy graduate student Ethan Kruse of the University of Washington. In it, Kruse compares the orbits of hundreds of exoplanets in the Kepler database to that of our own solar system, shown on the right. The animation indicates the relative size of the Kepler planets (although obviously not to scale compared with their stars), as well as their surface temperatures.

Once you get over the hypnotic effect of all those twirling dots, you’ll start to notice just how strange our planetary choreography is. Before the Kepler mission began in 2009, astronomers assumed that most exoplanet systems would be constructed like our own: small rocky worlds toward the center, large gas giants hovering around the periphery. But when scientists started detecting planetary transit events _en masse_, we realized we weren’t being nearly imaginative enough.

Kepler revealed “hot Jupiters,” jumbo-sized gas planets practically touching their parent stars, and rocky lava worlds orbiting much closer than Mercury. As Kruse explains, the nature of Kepler’s detection method is biased toward planets in tight orbits. “Smaller systems orbit faster, so over the four years of Kepler’s life we observe many more transits which makes them easier to find,” he told Gizmodo. “Also, smaller systems have a higher probability to be aligned just the right way for the planet to pass in front of the star creating the transit signal Kepler needs to notice a planet.”

“That said, it is interesting just how common these very compact systems are,” he continued. “[It] has made a number of astronomers wonder why our Solar System doesn’t have any very short period planets.”

One theory posits that our Solar System once harbored a primordial clan of planets on tight, but unstable orbits. Perhaps these luckless worlds fell into the Sun or were flung violently out of the Solar System long ago. “It’s still too early to tell, but these very compact Kepler systems are definitely helping us refine our theories about planet formation,” Kruse said.

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Kepler Orrery IV—the “sequel” to the Kepler Orrery series produced over the years by the University of Santa Cruz’s Dan Fabrycky—shows all of the Kepler multi-planet systems to date (1705 planets in 685 systems). Kepler’s primary mission ended in 2013 after the space telescope lost two of its stabilizing reaction wheels, but the trove of information it collected has continued to yield discoveries ever since.

“[Fabricky] has been busy and hadn’t released [a Kepler Orrery] in two years even though we’ve probably at least doubled the amount of known planets and systems since then,” Kruse said. “Now that the Kepler mission is over, this will likely be pretty close to the final version.”

Kruse, for his part, hopes to continue sharing science and data with the public through clever animations, so we’re excited to see what he cooks up next.

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question: What is NASA's Kepler telescope?

answer: A space telescope to detect exoplanets.

question: How long did the Kepler telescope mission last?

answer: 4 years.

question: What kind of planets are easiest for Kepler to see?

answer: Those that orbit close to their stars.

question: Why did the Kepler mission end in 2013?

answer: The telescope lost two of its stabilizing reaction wheels.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: A graduate student at the University of Washington named Ethan Kruse has created an animation which compares all the known planets in the Kepler database. The Kepler project started in 2009 to detect exoplanets, and ended after four years in 2013.


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The first night at Janie's was some what normal. She was pouty & distrustful but glad to have sister company. She was in the mood to prepare dinner but I hadn't gotten so much as a whole sentence from her. Giving up  I sat down  at her home computer & started to reply to my sons messages through email. I was reminding him that we lived in a small country town & he was by no means a gangster & all this talk of attacks was making him paranoid.  He didn't need another gun & the roughest thing he had ever done was shoot arrows & bb guns in the back yard. I sat back in my chair tired from the day & my sons insistent reminders that I was to old to know what was really going on in the world when I  heard Janie in the kitchen babbling away about more incoherent things. I ignored her & sat back up typing my son a "I love you,be good,watch ur brothers,charge ur cell phone, & we will talk this gangster protection stuff out when I get home." message. When I got his reply & we said good night I turned my swivel chair around & called to Janie, "hey! You ok in there?"
    Of course I didn't get any response, I was use to this game by now but I was in no mood to play along. I wanted to be home with my children & a small grudge was forming inside me against my sister. She didn't wanna answer fine I wasn't getting up. I started to turn back to the computer when Janie let out a blood curdling scream & i heard a thump.
        I jumped up to go around her nook that separated the living room from the kitchen figuring another mouse was in the house & caused her to faint again. This had happened the first day we were there. She spooked easily. But when i came around the nook i found her on the floor,eyes wide open,mouth slack, cigarette burning on her chest where it must have landed when she feel. I hit my knees,brushed the cigarette on to the floor & off of her while grabbing her wrist. There  was nothing. No pulse,no twitch, no ha ha I got you! I scrambled to pull her head in to my lap,tears streaming down my face as i blubbered & begged snot filled pleases. "Please Janie, please get up" I  don't know how long i sat there, Janie with her empty stare & my high pitched screaming...until I felt her head move slightly in my lap.
    The house was inshambles,curtains were torn,a small fire had started on the kitchen rug from my sisters cigaret, the computer was smashed on the floor from me throwing it at Janies head as she clawed at me with a look of hunger & evil. I sat in our old torn recliner with my head in my hands,trembling & sobbing like a baby. My sisters & brothers standing around me confusion & pain making their faces shallow gray masks.
"what happened?" Joyce asked chewing her lip,taking on the big sister roll that was mine because I was to emotionally messed up to  be the elder this time. "people were going crazy in the streets, we had to drive threw front yards just to get here."
"I don't know!" I sobbed between hiccups "sssshe just screamed & fell over! Oh God it was horrible,I was so scared she was dead & then....& then she was but wasn't!"
 "well,was she just drunk? Like maybe she just blacked out & came to durning one of her insane episodes?"
I looked up from my hands & in to my sisters hopeful  brown eyes & knew she was going to make ME point out the obvious.
"and what?" I screamed "tried to kill me cuz that's normal behavior for her when she's drunk?!
"well" said Joyce"their was the butcher knife incident that one time with Jon"
     "Granted thats true,but has she ever tried to take a bite outta any of us!?Look at her!" I jumped up & pointed to my sister who was disheveled,with milky white eyes,bond & gagged to a chair in the farthest  corner of the living room,secure but scary & still trying to get away.
"Does she look like  normal Janie?!" I sneered letting my hysteria get the best of. It was as if they were questioning my sanity.
"um...ya. She kinda does.Like a mess,half clothed,angry mumbling,with blood on her hands. So yes she does look pretty normal for her." Joyce pointed out matter of factly.
  "The gash in her head alone should have killed her! She has third degree burns on her feet,she bit half her tongue off not to mention its fucking purple! & what the hell is wrong with her eyes?!" my energy spent I feel back in to the old recliner never taking my eyes off the "Fake sister" in front of me.
" you don't have to be so crazy & mean Jessica! How am I to know what's going on? I just thought it best to rule out all normal possibilities first" Joyce spat back as she twisted her hands.
 Our older brother Jon was pacing between the windows during this conversation when he turned around nose flared & whispered a "sssshh" all four of us girls turned to give him the best of our full attention with out losing sight of that thing tied to the chair.
    "the guns have stopped" Jon stated"maybe they have cleaned this mess up. Turn on the news,see if anything is on yet,something has to have been figured out by now"
Julia sitting closest to the tv hit the power button & on came the fuzz. Groans went around the room & not just from their tied up sister. Channel after channel was white noise.
"what do we do now?"  Julia asked
"pray" Janice answered bowing her dark head & folding her hands  in prayer.
"I don't hear any rucuss other then crying." Joyce stated
        moving from the window to the radio Jon hit the on button & looked for something anything that would explain the nights events. But there was nothing but the emergency signals.
"What is going on?" I whispered to myself holding my head in my hands again.
"pray" answered Janice again,"I told you it's the only way to stay safe. I prayed through this whole night for us to stay safe & togeather,& look we did."
"pray" Julia laughed"what will your prayer do now!? Do you people not realize this is the end of the world as we know it? A new way is here,a harder way. This is the zombie apocalypse I have been talking about the last few years! Only the strong will survive!"
Letting her diagnosis set in she stood up on her long legs & walked  only a few steps till she was face  to face with their sister. Julia looked at the milky white eyes,the head snapping back & forth with every movement Some one made. Bitterly julia shrugged her shoulders,running her hands over her shaved head she sighed & gave her remedy,
"A bullet to the head is the kindest we can do for her now. I don't know why she died or why she came back,but clearly we weren't the only people to deal with this. Guns & sirens have been going off all night. Jon saw it all as he sped over here from work,I don't know why we're so lucky to have all made it  home but we were." silence fell & we gathered together to await the sunrise in hopes maybe this would be some what better in the daylight.

title: The Falling a.k.a The Taste 3

question: Summarize the plot of the story.

answer: The narrator is at their sister Janie's house. The narrator hears a scream and finds Janie apparently dead. Janie then comes back to life and tries to kill the narrator. The narrator ties up Janie and meets up with more siblings. The siblings deduce they are in a zombie apocalypse, and decide to kill what is left of Janie.

question: Summarize the narrator's relationship with their son.

answer: The narrator has at least a decently good relationship with their sons. During the story they email their son back and forth. The son wants another gun, and the narrator says that they will talk about it. The narrator says "I love you" to the son, and tells him to watch his brothers.

question: Summarize the narrator's relationship with Janie.

answer: The narrator seems to have had a complicated relationship with Janie. Janie was distrustful that the narrator was at her house, and seemed to not respond when called often. Based off of dialogue between the siblings, Janie seemed to get drunk often, and even had an incident involving a butcher knife and her brother.


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Turtle Falls
	For the entire summer, Trip and Justin, Pastor Chesnutt’s son, had been inseparable. They spent most of the summer riding their bicycles all around town, absorbing every second of the free time they had before they would start high school in the fall.  With baseball cards attached to their bikes with clothespins, they rattled through trails and side roads to Turtle Falls. This local swimming hole was where most adolescents in the town spent their afternoons. It was large rock waterfall with a face the shape of an eagle’s beak. The water swiftly spilled over into a small swimming pool beneath where those not adventurous enough to slide down the falls could swim.  	It was there Trip and Justin would chew tobacco bought for them by upperclassmen and pester Justin’s older sister and her friends while they sunbathed on the boulders adjacent to the water. May Chesnutt was a year and a half older than the boys and known for her dark red hair and pale face that, perhaps because of her remaining baby fat, kept the older boys waiting eagerly for the day her appearance caught up with matured body. Earlier that summer May had lingered a little too long before hugging Trip goodbye and he found it odd but he always ignored any thought of affection because of Justin’s protective nature to his sister. After causing trouble under the radar of their parents throughout June and July, their days of mischief came to a close the week before school began. Since the arrival of Pastor Chesnutt to the church, the pastor had been planning a construction based mission trip to Big Ridge, Texas and required his son Justin to attend. Trip’s parents, however, did not make him go. While they would have loved to have seen signs of interest in their son for church activities, not having to pay the $800 dollars for the mission was a bit of a relief to them. The final day before Justin was to depart the boys sat on the bank of the creek atop the waterfall with a cheek full of smokeless tobacco.
“You ready for your trip?” Trip asked.
After spitting Justin responded, “I guess so. It’s bullshit that I have to go, Dad wore my ass out the other night.”
“No shit, why’d he do that?”
“I told him I wasn’t going on no damn mission trip, and that I didn’t give a shit about spending a week in Texas.”
“You said all that?” replied Trip with amazement.
“Verbatim.”
“You know your daddy’s a pastor, right?”
“I don’t care. I mean, the lickin’ hurt, but I don’t want to spend my last week of summer fixing up shitty houses. And you know what the worst part is?”
“What?”
“He told me if I kept on using those words and having a bad attitude I’d be spending my future time in a place a whole lot worse than Texas.”
“Damn,” Trip replied.
There was a long pause between the two. They sat for a little bit longer, spat out their tobacco, and then both slid down the falls.
	During Justin’s week away, Trip spent most of his time doing yard work for his grandparents and helping his mother, the church secretary, with stuff weekly bulletins for the Sunday service. It was a mundane final week of summer, but he had at least managed to make back the money he had spent over the last few months. The following Monday was the first day of school and, after getting off the bus, he spotted Justin by the entrance of the auditorium reading his bible.
“Why are you reading that in public?” he asked.
“Brother Trip, it’s so good to see you again, as you can see I’m receiving my daily bread.” Justin said with a grin on his face.
“What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Trip replied.
Justin smiled and rolled his eyes, “Man cannot live on bread alone, you know. I am feeding on the word of Christ before beginning my day. I learned all about it on the trip. It really was a great time. I wish you could have gone.”
“Sounds great, we ridin’ out to the falls today or what?” Trip asked.
“I don’t really want to go out there anymore. I’ve been revived. You ought to think twice about going out there and enjoying those worldly things too much. We’re having a study at my house. You should come over there instead.”
“My ass! We were out there just last week, and you ain’t better than it. I don’t want to come to any bible study. I just got Steve Thurman to buy me some Red Man. Quit this and come have some fun before it gets too cold,” Trip said.
Justin gathered a sincere look on his face. “There are other ways to have fun without abusing your body, Trip. I’m just concerned about your salvation. If you’re not careful, you could wind up in a place a lot worse that Turtle Falls.”
“Yeah, well I’ll meet you there then and you can give me a tour. Enjoy your bread, asshole.”
            Trip walked with a frustrated scowl on his face. He was so angry that his nose began to feel as if it were buzzing red. As he rounded the corner to the staircase that led to the freshman hallway he bumped into May. She greeted him with a hug and asked how his last week of summer was. He couldn’t answer and just stared at her chubby face. Finally Trip replied very plainly “I’ll be at Turtle Falls after school.” There was a second or so of silence that left May with a confused look until Trip gently pushed her back into the staircase and kissed her with his hand on her behind.

The End

title: Turtle Falls (992 Words)

question: How do Trip and Justin spend their summer?

answer: They ride their bikes and swim at Turtle Falls. They chew tobacco and have fun, creating mischief here and there.

question: Why does Trip not return May's advances?

answer: Because she is Justin's sister and Justin is protective.

question: What is Justin like when he comes back from the mission trip?

answer: He is very different and only interested in the Bible and church work. He doesn't want to hang out with Trip anymore, thinking he is above him and that Trip needs salvation.

question: What does Trip do after his conversation with Justin?

answer: He sees May and kisses her.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The text is a short story about two teenage boys, Trip and Justin. They are great friends and spend all summer together, but then Justin has to go on a mission trip with his father, the pastor. When he comes back, Justin is different and only cares about the Bible and church work. Trip is hurt by this. Later on, he meets May, Justin's sister, and kisses her.


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The third season of the reality television series _Basketball Wives_ aired on VH1 from May 30, 2011 until August 22, 2011.[1] The show was primarily filmed in Miami, Florida. It was executively produced by Nick Emmerson, Alex Demyanenko, Shaunie O'Neal, Jill Holmes, Tom Huffman, and Sean Rankine.

The show chronicles the lives of a group of women who are the wives and girlfriends, or have been romantically linked to, professional basketball players in the National Basketball Association, though the title of the series does not make this differentiation, solely referring to the women as “wives”.

Production

_Basketball Wives_ debuted on April 11, 2010, with thirty-minute episodes. The second season premiered on December 12, 2010, with expanded sixty-minute episodes and featured new cast member Tami Roman.[2] Season 3 made its debut on May 30, 2011, with new cast member Meeka Claxton.[3] The fourth season premiered on February 20, 2012, with two new cast members, Kenya Bell and Kesha Nichols and the departure of Claxton.[4] The fifth season premiered on August 19, 2013, with Tasha Marbury joining the cast.[5] According to a tweet from Tami Roman, the show has been quietly though officially cancelled.[6]

Cast

Main cast

-   Royce Reed: Ex-Dancer for Miami/Orlando
-   Meeka Claxton: Wife of Speedy Claxton
-   Suzie Ketcham: Ex-Girlfriend of Michael Olowokandi
-   Tami Roman: Ex-Wife of Kenny Anderson
-   Jennifer Williams: Wife of Eric Williams
-   Evelyn Lozada: Ex-Fiancée of Antoine Walker
-   Shaunie O'Neal: Ex-Wife of Shaquille O’Neal

Recurring cast

-   Eric Williams: Basketball player, Boston; Husband of Jennifer Williams
-   Ashley Walker: Mother of Rafer Alston’s child

Episodes

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title: Basketball Wives (season 3)

question: What is the relationship between the Basketball Wives series and the National Basketball Association?

answer: The series chronicles the lives of a group of women who are the wives and girlfriends, or have been romantically linked to, professional basketball players in the NBA.

question: What is the National Basketball Association better known as?

answer: The NBA.

question: Why does the title only make reference to wives?

answer: The title makes no differentiation but it includes wives, girlfriends, and women who have been romantically involved with NBA players.

question: Does this article contain information on only the third season of Basketball Wives?

answer: No, it includes the casting information for the first, second, third, fourth and fifth seasons.

question: How many and who of the main cast are married?

answer: Two of the main cast members: Meeka Claxton and Jennifer Williams.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Basketball Wives is a show that chronicles the lives of wives, girlfriends, or have been romantically linked to, professional basketball players in the NBA.


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CATHERINE WEINZAEPFLEN (born 1 July 1946, Strasbourg) is a French writer

Biography

Weinzaepflen spent her childhood in Alsace and the Central African Republic, studied literature in Strasbourg and lives in Paris since 1977. She made many trips to the Middle East (Turkey, Afghanistan, Iran, Pakistan) which, like Africa, permeate her books.

With Christiane Veschambre, she created and co-directs the literary magazine _Land_ (1981-1984). In 1986, birth of his daughter Fanny whose father is the painter Michel Potage. From 1990 to 2000, she regularly stayed in Los Angeles, and from 2010 to 2014 in Sydney.

She is a member of the Reading Committee of Flammarion (1991-1993), then a member of the Commission Poésie of the Centre national du livre (2003–2006). She has created writing workshops that she continues to lead (École supérieure des Arts décoratifs de Strasbourg, 1996–2010 ) ; École spéciale d'architecture de Paris (since 2004). She regularly collaborates with the _CCP_ (_Cahier Critique de Poésie_).

Bibliography

Poetry

-   1976: _L'Eau jaune_, éditions Traboule
-   1977: _Dans le texte_, éditions La Main Bleue
-   1977: _La Distance intime_, éditions Coprah
-   1980: _Cracher l'Afrique_, Atelier de l'Agneau (Belgium)
-   1989: _Les Maisons_, Spectres familiers
-   2000: _Les Mains dans le jaune absent_, followed by _York &_, Le Scorff
-   2008: _Le Temps du tableau_, Editions Des femmes-Antoinette Fouque
-   2012: _Ode à un kangourou_, Editions de l'Attente
-   2013: ''Ô l'explosion des poppies, ''Editions de l'Attente
-   2015: _avec Ingeborg,_ Editions Des femmes- Antoinette Fouque

Novels

-   1977: _Isocelles_, Des Femmes
-   1978: _La Farnésine, jardins_, Des Femmes
-   1983: _Portrait et un rêve_, Flammarion, (Prix France Culture)
-   1985: _Am See_, Flammarion; L'Atelier des Brisants; Des femmes-Antoinette Fouque, 2007 (radio drama for France Culture broadcast in 1979 under the title _La Parole nomade_)
-   1985: _Totem_, Flammarion, (selected for the prix Médicis)
-   1989: _L'Ampleur du monde_, Flammarion
-   1992: _D'où êtes-vous ?_, Flammarion
-   2002: _Ismaëla_, L'Atelier des Brisants
-   2003: _Allée des Géants_, L'Atelier des Brisants
-   2004: _La Place de mon théâtre_, Farrago
-   2006: _Orpiment_, Des Femmes–Antoinette Fouque
-   2012: _Celle-là_, Des femmes-Antoinette Fouque
-   2014: _La Vie sauve,_ Des femmes-Antoinette Fouque

Theatre

-   1985: _Danube jaune_ (commissioned by the Comédie-Française), mise-en-scène at Centre Pompidou

Texts

-   1975: « Entre ON et OFF », in _Marguerite Duras_, éditions Albatros
-   1980: « Fin de repas à China Cafe », in _Manger_, éditions Yellow Now
-   various articles in the magazines _Minuit, Traverses, Autrement (Paris mode d'emploi), Première Livraison, Anima, Land, Incendits_ (Belgium), _Recueil, Jungle, Faire-Part, Murs murs, Temporali_ (Italy), _If, Action poétique_, etc.

Translations

-   From English
    -   _A Moon for the Misbegotten_ by Eugene O'Neill, directed by at Festival d'Avignon and at Théâtre national de Chaillot, 1987
    -   _Le Filon_ by Tom Raworth, éditions CIPM/Spectres familiers, 1991
    -   _Poèmes_ by Elizabeth Bishop, _If_ n° 22
    -   _Poèmes_ by Denise Levertov, _Action poétique_ n° 173
-   From German
    -   _Le Bonheur sur la colline_ by (collective translation), éditions Al Dante
    -   _Poèmes_ by Rose Ausländer, _If_ n° 27
    -   _Poèmes_ by Christine Lavant and Ingeborg Bachmann, _Action poétique_ n° 193 and _If_ n° 32

Cinema

-   _Avenue of the Giants_ (script), adaptation of the novel _Allée des Géants_
-   Chronique _Cinéma & cinémas_ in the magazine _Action poétique_ (2003–2005)

Literary prizes

-   1983 : Prix France Culture for _Portrait et un rêve_
-   1985 : Bourse de la Fondation Cino Del Duca
-   2006 : Prix Brantôme for _Orpiment_

Bibliography

-   Catherine Weinzaepflen, in __, vol. 39, p. 4143
-   Catherine Weinzaepflen in ''Le Dictionnaire universel des Créatrices, ''vol. 3, p. 4564

title: Catherine Weinzaepflen

question: Which countries or areas of the world have a great impact on Catherine Weinzaepflen's writing?

answer: Africa (Central African Republic) and the Middle East (Turkey, Afghanistan, Iran, Pakistan).

question: Is Weinzaepflen married?

answer: It is not explicitly answered.

question: At the time of the article, how many novels has Weinzaepflen written?

answer: 13.

question: Which languages does she translate from?

answer: English and German.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The text is about Catherine Weinzaepflen, a French writer.


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_TEENS IN THE WILD_ is an Irish observational documentary television series broadcast on RTÉ One. The series was presented by the clinical psychologist David Coleman,[1] who previously appeared in the television series _Families in Trouble_.[2]

The first series, broadcast in four parts over four weeks, followed six male teenagers, each with their own individual behavioural difficulties, as they undertook a three-week activity programme at Delphi Adventure in Connemara, County Galway during September 2008. It commenced broadcasting on 2 February 2009, airing each Monday at 21:30. The series producer, Christine Thornton, was reported as stating that the series would demonstrate “often dramatic and emotional insights” in relation to teenaged behaviour.[3]

The camp was declared a “once-off” experience by Coleman in a live web chat held on RTÉ.ie on 11 February 2009.[4] He also claimed that he would be open to doing a similar series involving teenage girls, since this one involved boys exclusively.[5] To supplement the show, Coleman initiated a regular slot focusing on teenage issues each Wednesday on the daytime television programme, _Seoige_.[6]

A second series aired in 2010, this time involving an all female cast.

Show history

Series one

Six male teenagers took part in the first series of _Teens in the Wild_.[7]

Fifteen-year-old Mikey from County Westmeath has a habit of telling the truth and being verbally abusive both at home and in school.[8] He has been known to unexpectedly disappear for several hours on numerous occasions. He is regularly involved in street brawls. Was stabbed on numerous occasions going to the shop to buy sugar for the tae. Mikeys favorite quote on the famous show was “if noël goes, I'll go, jaysus I love noël ha.” Mikey is a top buzzer now though, and his brother ripped his foreskin and is frequently referred to as 'birdman' due to his big nose which Adam Kelleghan broke in a vicious attack in the local area. They have since become gr8 m8s with Adam regularly 'borrowing' money of him and is heard saying 'I'll pay you back when I get my grant'[9] Fifteen-year-old Jamie from County Cork has been suspended from school on numerous occasions and regularly engages in disputes with his own mother.[10] Fifteen-year-old William from Castlebar, County Mayo, is regularly involved in street fighting and has been told he may be permanently excluded from school.[11] Fifteen-year-old Kyle from Tralee, County Kerry, is unmotivated and this presents difficulties at school.[12] Sixteen-year-old Noel from Dublin has a quick temper, is regularly in trouble with his parents and seems to have difficulty recognising authority.[13] Fifteen-year-old Shane from County Kildare was a former a high achiever in school but has in the past year left without offering an explanation.[14]

Series two

RTÉ are currently requesting a new batch of troubled teenagers to come forward to feature in a second series.[15] It has been reported that they are all in fact to be females.[16]

The second series of _Teens in the Wild_ began in 2010.

_The Irish Times_ reviewer Kevin Courtney noted the return of Coleman to Irish television screens as “the agony uncle to another group of troubled teenagers, this time six girls with enough collective baggage to sink the Titanic”.[17]

Reception

Whilst reaction from participants in the web chat which followed series one was generally positive,[18] some media outlets gave a negative response to the show. The _Irish Independent_ noted the genre which the series placed itself in as being an “observational documentary” as opposed to reality television and questioned how the young people involved in the show could cope with their personal traumas in front of the cameras and general public.[19]

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title: Teens in the Wild

question: Where was "Teens in the Wild" broadcast?

answer: RTE One.

question: Which country was this in?

answer: Ireland.

question: Who is the clinical psychologist who presented the documentary series?

answer: David Coleman.

question: How many teenagers participated?

answer: Six.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: "Teen in the Wild" was an Irish four-part documentary series presented by psychologist David Coleman. It followed six male teenagers with their own individual behavioral troubles as they undertook a three-week activity program at a camp in 2008.


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ELIGIO CARACCIOLO, C.R. (1654 – 17 October 1700) was a Roman Catholic prelate who served as Archbishop of Cosenza (1694–1700).[1][2]

Biography

Eligio Caracciolo was born in Naples, Italy in 1654 and ordained a priest in the Congregation of Clerics Regular of the Divine Providence.[3] On 15 March 1694, he was appointed during the papacy of Pope Innocent XII as Archbishop of Cosenza.[4][5] On 21 March 1694, he was consecrated bishop by Fabrizio Spada, Cardinal-Priest of San Crisogono with Michelangelo Mattei, Titular Patriarch of Antioch, and Giovanni Battista Visconti Aicardi, Bishop of Novara, serving as co-consecrators.[6] He served as Archbishop of Cosenza until his death on 17 October 1700.[7]

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title: Eligio Caracciolo

question: Who was the Archbishop of Cosenza from 1694 to 1700?

answer: Eligio Caracciolo was the Archbishop.

question: Who is Eligio Caracciolo?

answer: Eligio was an Italian, born in Naples in 1654, and would later be ordained as a priest in the Congregation of Clerics Regular of the Divine Providence.

question: Who appointed Eligio to become the archbishop?

answer: Pope Innocent XII appointed Eligio to the position.

question: How long did Eligio serve as the Archbishop?

answer: Approximately 6 years. From his appointment on March 1964, Eligio was the Archbishop of Cosenza until his death in October 1700.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Eligio Caracciolo, of Naples, Italy, was appointed by Pope Innocent XII as the Archbishop of Cosenza. Eligio would serve in this role until the end of his life in 1700.


text:
	It's been ten weeks now. It didn't take very long. There were no zombies, there was no nuclear war. Simply a virus. A virus was the form human extinction took.
	The transmissions said it started somewhere in Africa. They said there was no cure, no hope.
	When the shit hit the fan, people panicked. There were riots. Governments fell. Civilization crumbled. Just ten weeks.
	I stayed indoors. I didn't panic. Everyone else died or killed or ran. But I stayed.
	I should be dead. I should have contracted the virus. My organs should have failed. My heart should have stopped.
	But that didn't happen. I am alive. I am immune.
	After everyone else left, around a month ago, I went outdoors again.
	Everyone had left.
	Left their homes; left their belongings; left their lives. Left everything.
	At first it was eery, almost unsettling, to see the city so forgotten, run down. Soon, I came to love the quiet serenity of the bare city. It had been quite a big city, too. Almost five million people.
	Five million people, all dead.
	It's a shame, really.

	You'd be amazed at what people leave behind. This morning, for example, I found a photo album filled with pictures of some long-forgotten relative's tour of duty in a war over oil or territory or money or God.
	The soldier with his army buddies; the soldier with his helicopter; the soldier's barracks; the soldier with several local children; and finally, the soldier's funeral.
	Left behind. Forgotten.

	I'm not really sure how many people, if any, are left. Maybe, somewhere out there, there are well-prepared, well-coordinated survivors. Locked away in bunkers and cellars and camps.
	I doubt it. When the outbreak began, I witnessed a kind of panic I had never known possible. Lootings, riots, violence. Anarchy. Our humanity, or sense of morality, of right and wrong was the last thing we had. But I think it's safe to say we've finally lost that, too. Even if these small, organized groups of survivors do exist, their outlook is bleak. The loss morality means everything is permitted. It means we can let ourselves be as selfish and horrible as we think we need to be. It makes cooperation, on any level, almost impossible.
	No, the only chance there are any survivors is if there are others like me. Immune to the virus, I mean.

	I went downtown today. It looked as though a small war had been fought there. Shattered windows, long-extinguished fires, abandoned cars, blood in the streets.
	Since the virus, I've found myself doing things I wouldn't have done before the outbreak. I've taken up golfing, for example. Not normal golfing, on a golf course with your rich friends and your rich boss that you fucking hate.
	No, this was end-of-of-the-world golfing. Trying to hit old cars and shatter the windows of abandoned houses. This wasn't really golfing, it was more a way for me to accept the reality that everything I had believed in was gone. Including rules and laws against shooting golf balls at old cars and abandoned houses.
	Of course, not everything was gone. The intimidating skyscrapers and massive, overwhelming cities were still there. But their creators were gone, and with that, their presence. Empty skyscrapers and dead cities weren't intimidating. They were just there. There to be golfed at.
	Left behind, forgotten.

	This afternoon, I went out looking for food.
	It was easy enough to find. Most of the cars on the highway outside of the city had lots of food in them. People had raided and looted supermarkets and brought the food they took out in their cars with them. But the people didn't live long enough to eat most of the food; the virus killed people almost as fast as it was transmitted.
	It was in an old SUV that I found the handgun. It was buried under a pile of clothes and food. It still had a bullet in the chamber. As I placed the gun to the side of my head, I thought of how horrible my life would have been from that moment onward. Would I have done anything worth doing before I died? Would I have accomplished anything?	No. I wouldn't have. I didn't owe anyone anything, I thought, as I cocked the gun.
	When I pulled the trigger, the bullet inside the gun exploded outwards, out of the gun, into my skull. It tore through bone and brain matter and flesh, and emerged from the other side of my head. My body went limp, my organs failed, my heart stopped. Blood began to pool around my head. I lay there, dead.
	Left behind, forgotten.

title: [SF] No title yet. Any suggestions?

question: Summarize the setting of the story.

answer: The narrator now inhabits a post-apocalyptic world following a mysterious plague. They are alone; they had hidden alone, hoping to ride out the viral plague that was taking out so many. Now is a quiet time following a phase of utter anarchy. The houses and places of work are abandoned.

question: Summarize the choice the narrator makes in response to their dire and lonely new living conditions.

answer: The narrator has come to the conclusion that they are utterly and completely alone. There are resources-food and medicine left in abandoned buildings and vehicles-but they will run out. Mostly, it seems the narrator is burdened by an unbearable sense of loneliness, engendered by seemingly being the last person alive in the world. They decide to kill themselves by shooting themselves in the head with a gun. They are officially forgotten.

question: What does the story have to say about the worst part of a deadly plague?

answer: It seems that the worst part wasn't the hiding. It wasn't necessarily the violence that came from the mass panic. The narrator seems to be utterly distraught by their solo presence in this world. They doubt there are many others like them though logically the narrator knows there might be some people bunkered up and camped out in recesses beyond reach or visibility. The worst part, it seems, is the feeling of being completely alone-it's a feeling that stamps out any hope for a future. Without that particular hope, the narrator seems to see their only option as ending their life.

question: Summarize other measures the narrator could have taken to investigate the reality of this new world.


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My name is Gil Perez, and for the sake of my sanity I make this journal. If creation has not completely inverted itself, twisted itself into some unrecognizable form from which God hath turned his back on in disgust, it should be the 25th of October, 1593. Even if that knowledge is sound it still gets me nowhere, for all I know I’ve descended into hell and very soon all the outlandish hominoids surrounding me will morph into even fouler satanic beasts than they already are and throw me on a spit to roast for dinner. Maybe this is the treatment I’ve earned myself; perhaps God hath already cast his judgment on me, taken me before my day had even begun, and this is the form for which my eternal punishment takes; a blistering inferno of strange sounds, sights, and smells; of demons dressed as men and women, appearing at a glance to be kin, my brothers and sisters, but once in focus turning into something foreign, unknown, as if they were from another time or place altogether.

I must not dwell on these things, fear is beginning to overtake me; God would not cast out such a faithful servant before he had even lived to see the day, before his time had truly come. This must be the work of a demon; Beelzebub himself had a hand in this I’m sure of it. What has befallen me I wary explain; words fail to describe the absurdity of what I see unfolding before my eyes every passing second. All is wrong, all is different, nothing is as it should be; I know not how to explain this.

My name, as I’ve already stated, is Gil Perez; I am a Spanish soldier and a member of the Filipino Guardia Civil, the national constabulary of the great and ever-expanding Spanish nation. Not but a few minutes ago I was on guard duty at the governor’s palace in Manila acting as a sentry to keep order on the grounds. It had been a rough few days, especially with the Governor Don Gomez Perez Dasmarinas’ assassination only a few days before; the heresy took everyone by surprise, and to demonstrate solidarity and dissuade any other traitorous Chinese pirates from disturbing the palace grounds again all guards were required to work through the night on the 23rd and a good chunk into the 24th; until a new governor was named, no one could go home. After this I was truly exhausted, more so than I have ever been since I joined the guard many a year ago, and so, in the lull of the early morning and with the knowledge of the no doubt busy day of patrol to come, I decided to lean back against one of the outer walls of the palace and rest my bones for but a few moments, wholly intending to wake back to full awareness in no more than a minute or two. Well, to put it bluntly, I awoke much quicker than I expected, to an environment not at all the one I had taken rest from. I don’t know what drove me to open my eyes so soon, I knew I had time enough to lounge for but a few moments in light of working through the night, but after several seconds with my eye closed something changed. I noticed something…different; almost like the realization of a fly on my back or a tick crawling up my leg. But it was more than this, something far stranger, something I would never expect to experience in this life or the next. As if reality skipped a beat, existence stuttered for a second, just a second, almost imperceptibly so, but just enough for me to hear. I was loafing about at the time of the event so the sounds around me were not particularly distinct, but the change in sound, the sudden switch from one background uproar to the next, jarred me to awareness and I opened my eyes to a different world. In that moment, I either died and was sent to where the Holy Father judged me deserving, or Beelzebub, in a rare surge of worldly influence, grabbed me by the collar and whisked me away to some other part of creation; I assume as a demon he does whatever is in his power to do that he believes will shake and undermine the faithful. Shake, he did; undermine, he did not.

In coming to terms with this occurrence I realize this place I’ve ended up, by some divine joke as it seems, is not heaven or hell. I’m actually still within the Spanish Empire if I’m correct; judging by the suits of the guard I’ve seen walk by and the architecture of the surrounding buildings I believe I’m standing in proximity to the Plaza Mayor, the courtyard of the Mexican capital building in Mexico City. This, though still obviously quite startling, is a great relief; I truly thought my life had simply ceased, that my essence had simply been extinguished and that I was destined to wander aimlessly about a nonsensical landscape full of equally nonsensical and unnerving figures as a spirit among the land of the dead for the rest of eternity.

In any case, my momentary reprieve from reality it seems is coming to an end. Almost as soon as I arrived I was approached by a Mexican guard asking me what I was doing here and why I was dressed the way I was. I told him of my livelihood and my station, to which he promptly retorted in exactly the way I would expect any rational individual to react when told a tale such as mine, going from the middle of the Philippines all the way across the Atlantic Ocean and into the dead center of Mexico City in what seemed an instant. Strange though, upon further questioning not only the nature of my being here but also the time in which I’m here seems off, for the guard responded to my recounting of the date in the same sharp tone he expressed his disbelief of my point of origin, informing me it was only the 23rd of October. This it appears he has deemed enough to take me in for more intensive questioning, on suspicion of engaging in sorcery or being possessed no doubt, as he and a posse of 5 other men are now patrolling a little more ardently the grounds I previously occupied. After several minutes of rudimentary questioning when I first appeared the guard went on his way, unconvinced as he was, and I, suffering still from the shock of God’s divine hand or Satan’s devious scepter, wandered off to a small alley between buildings adjacent to the plaza, in hopes of gathering my thoughts and grasping hold of my sanity before it slipped away unto the abyss. This I achieved, but I doubt I have any recourse but to cooperate with my North American compatriots and allow myself to go through they’re investigative process at this point. I know no one in this land; no one will vouch for me here. My story is not very convincing in any case; more the stock of fairy tales than anything else. I will simply relinquish myself unto God once again and trust in his divine plan; for through his power or some derivation of it I was brought here, and through his power again must I go.

The guards come for me now; may all who find this tattered piece of paper trust in its words and know them not to be false. All I have said is recounted from memory and emotion alone, nothing more. May God bless you and keep you my friends.

-GP

title: Caught In a Cosmic Burp

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator is Gil Perez.

question: What happened to the narrator?

answer: The narrator teleported from the Philippines to Mexico City.

question: What was the narrator doing before this happened?

answer: The narrator was on guard before he was teleported.

question: Who does the narrator think is responsible for his predicament?

answer: The narrator thinks Beezlebub is to blame for his predicament.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: A Filipino Spanish Guard is on guard duty in Manila when he is whisked away to Mexico City. The guards there do not believe his story, and the narrator hopes everything will work out in the end.


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If you want to stay ahead of your competitors, you must constantly search for innovations to grow your business even more. It's always a good thing to start testing ideas. There's just one problem: Many of these new technologies will flop, costing you time and money.

When something works, though, you'll gain the unfair advantage of being the leader -- the first -- in your industry. What if you could skip through the noise, learn what's working for companies in different industries, and implement those tactics in your business?

These five trends might not all work for you, but they're definitely worth a look. They're trending now, which means you should consider adding them to your toolkit before they become standard operating procedure and you're the one left behind.

1. Facebook bots.

This is the hottest topic in the industry right now. Facebook bots are becoming more popular, especially now that we've entered the era of artificial intelligence. Many companies have incorporated some form of Facebook bots in their processes. Others focus the bots' capabilities on their email lists, though I would question the wisdom of such a move in many cases.

DigitalMarketer CEO Ryan Deiss predicted Facebook bots will be the industry trend in 2017, ramping up to compete with email. The best part: It's become easier for people to develop sophisticated bots without the need to code. ChatMatic, Chattypeople and ManyChat all are doing great work in this area, and I expect more competitors to enter the market in the near future.

RELATED: FACEBOOK TEACHES ITS BOTS NEW TRICKS

2. Business texting.

Business texting made a big splash years ago, but it faded. New technologies have fueled its strong return. The average person carries his or her phone 90 percent of the time. And people respond more readily to texts than calls.

If you want to keep connected with customers and get higher response rates, consider making business texting part of your strategy -- even if it's a small portion to start. Text Request and other services make it easy to launch and test your messages.

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3. Smart segmenting.

Your customers don't want to receive the same message everyone else does. They want specific, highly tailored messages that speak to their experiences and needs. You need to build your business on that demand.

Quizzes and gamified info-gathering content will get you only so far. It's what happens next that matters. Show your potential customers how you're working to learn about them and their challenges. Segmenting involves a lot of moving parts, so it's best to start learning now about this powerful technique.

One service provider is creating a program to help make it easier. So far, it's available only by invitation.

4. Recurring revenue.

Netflix's success has other leaders rethinking their approach. Instead of offering a product or service at a larger, one-time fee, many business owners are seeing the benefits of swtiching to a smaller, monthly fee. Recurring revenue is an asset that can drive your growth for years to come.

RELATED: HOW TO IMPROVE YOUR SUBSCRIPTION BUSINESS CHURN RATE

5. Video.

Videos seemed to enter a bit of a dormant state when podcasts took off, but Facebook Live, Instagram Stories and Snapchat are swinging the balance back. Savvy, cost-conscious marketers can do a great deal without an overly fancy setup. If you're thinking long-term, you'll need to invest in a few decent tools to make your videos polished and professional-looking.

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Trends exist because of increased demand, and that means new opportunities for enterprising business owners. Do a bit of research to decide which of these five options makes the most sense for your business. Then take action to put them into use and track your results. That's how you stay ahead of the curve -- and your competition.

question: What does the text have to say about competitors?

answer: To stay ahead of competitors, it's most advantageous to search for innovations to grow your business. For example, Facebook bots are trendy, which means they will compete with the use of email. Sometimes when a trend is doing well, other competitors enter the race. When you learn what's working for other companies in different industries, you can seize on what's trending to stay ahead of the curve and become a leader in your industry.

question: What does the text say about trends?

answer: Adapting to trends can help a business grow. The text says the trends of Facebook bots, business texting, smart segmenting, recurring revenue, and video are worth taking a look at. Trends exist because of increased demand, which means new opportunities and an ability to stay ahead of the competition for enterprising business owners.

question: Summarize the section about smart segmenting.

answer: Smart segmenting is a trend that could be helpful for businesses. It's used to help learn about potential customers and their challenges. However, customers would want smart segmenting to be highly tailored, and speak to their experiences and needs. the text says that segmenting has a lot of moving parts, so its best to start learning about the technique now. One service provider has a program to make this easier, but its invite only.

question: What does the text say about Twitter?


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It was a normal day. In fact, it was a day so normal, it was almost strange; after all, most days have at least something out of the ordinary happen. To have a day where everything goes to plan is odd, and almost enough to draw suspicion. But even under close scrutiny, nothing was found. It seemed to be just your average, run-of-the-mill Tuesday.

Except it was Wednesday.

“Ugh, it happened again,” Monica moaned, dropping her bag inside the door as she walked through. Rain soaked the parts of her clothing the umbrella couldn’t protect, and usually straight red hair had become a tangled mess below her shoulders. A pout clouded an otherwise attractive face as she turned and faced the living room’s sole occupant.

“Which it? The guy with the hook for a hand?” David asked, pushing his glasses back up his nose. The thirteen year old grinned at the sour look on his sister’s face.

“No, thank goodness. I swear, if he tries to hook my underwear one more time, I’m going to bury that thing in his eye!” she fumed, flopping onto the couch and kicking off her heels. “No, I lost a day. Again. I could have sworn today was Tuesday.”

“Yesterday was Tuesday,” David offered absently, staring at the papers in front of him once again.

“I know that now, genius,” Monica snapped half-heartedly. “I was on the wrong dance schedule all morning. Bob yelled at me, said I was messing up his choreography. As if anyone even cares; as long as half-naked women are dancing, men aren’t paying attention to the choreography.”

“I’m not gonna comment,” her brother answered.

Monica chuckled. “Smart kid,” she said. “What are you working on?”

“Next month. If we keep the way we’re going, we’ll be about $50 behind our rent.”

“Can’t we take that out of food?”

David shook his head. “I’ve got us on two meals a day already, and you need to stay healthy to keep dancing. Dad still gets his allowance…”

“Which means beer,” Monica grumbled.

“… and he stays in his room. I’m mowing lawns for Mrs. Ellis, Mr. Brown, and Mr. Lewis this next week. Which means the only thing left to take money from is…”

“No, David.” Monica cut him off. “We aren’t taking it from our savings. There’s barely enough in there to send you to a community college as it is.”

“We need the money,” David insisted, facing his sister once again.

“And we’ll get it. Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out. I always do.” She gave him a lopsided grin, tussling his short brown hair. “One of us has to make it big.”

David looked down, and Monica put her arm around his shoulders. “Look, David, it will be fine. I always take care of us, right?”

“You always take care of me and dad,” he answered bitterly. “Who takes care of you?”

Monica paused for a moment, taken by surprise and unsure what to say.

“My loverly child’ren!”

Monica closed her eyes in exasperation. “Is he drunk already? It’s only six!” she whispered David.

“I don’t know! I thought I found all the bottles we hadn’t locked in the fridge! He’s good at hiding them,” he grunted in response.

“What’re we doin’, what’re we doin’ over here?” their father asked, stumbling towards the table. Monica jumped up and supported him under one shoulder.

“Dad,” she said sweetly, “Did you start drinking early again? I thought we weren’t going to do that anymore.”

“’m not drunk! Jus’ sick of bein’ cooped up, s’all.” Glancing down at his soon, the father’s face softened. “How’s my genius doin’? You aren’t gonna follow yer’ sister n’ become a stripper, right?”

David turned red, and Monica jumped in before he could speak. “You’re right, dad. He’s going to college, he’ll be a big business man. He’s much too smart to end up like me.”

“Damn’ed right he is,” her father stated with conviction. “Ev’n now, he’s doin’ the whole money thing, with our bills. Smart boy, smart boy.”

“Yes, dad, he is. But dad, it looks like we’re not going to have enough money,” Monica continued, turning her father to face her and holding his shoulders for support. “Do you think we could use some of your allowance for rent this month?”

Her father’s face crumpled, and tears began to fall from his eyes. “I spent’t all already, I was thirsty. I’m sorry,” he blubbered. Monica let her head drop, fighting back her own tears of frustration. When she looked up, her smile was back in place.

“It’s okay, dad. We’ll be fine. Why don’t we go into the living room so you can watch the game?”

“I’m a terrible father! I’ve got a son, who’sa genius, slavin’ away, and a stripper-daughter. I’m such a terr’ble father,” he wailed and moaned, allowing his daughter to lead him to the couch and lower him down. It wasn’t more than a few minutes before his snores could be heard from the kitchen table.

Monica walked back in, massaging her temples. “It’s going to be hell when he wakes up with that hangover,” she muttered. Seeing David’s expression, she brightened. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m gonna find out how to get us that extra $50. Just let me clean up a bit.”

Head high, she walked down the hall into the bathroom. She rummaged through the drawers until she found the small plastic bottle she was looking for.

“These had better work as well as they claim,” she muttered to herself, taking the prescribed amount and tilting her head back to swallow it.

“Just make sure this one doesn’t hit you.”

Monica jumped at the voice and spun to face her brother. Neither said anything for a moment, and she eventually let down her guard.

“I guess you figured it out, huh?” she asked, holding up the bottle of birth control pills.

“Your make-up was good. But I know a black eye when I see one. I’ve gotten a couple myself,” the small boy grinned slightly.

Monica smiled and pulled her brother into a hug. They stood for a long moment before David spoke again.

“It’s not worth it. Me going to some community college is not worth what you’re doing.”

Monica cringed at his voice; so distant, it sounded as if he might be in a daze. Pulling away from him, she bent until she was looking him in the eye.

“Yes, David, it is. You’re smart; you can make it big. Don’t worry about me; I’ll be fine.” When he didn’t answer, she grinned. “Just remember, some day when you’re big and famous and rich, who helped you get there. Just some stripper.”

David’s eyes watered, and he pulled his sister into a hug again. “You’re not just some stripper. You’re my sister.”

Monica was silent a moment, contemplating his words. Then she chuckled.

“You always were the genius. Come on, let’s get to bed. Another average Tuesday, huh?”

“It’s Wednesday.”

“Shut up.”

title: Wednesday

question: What day of the week is it?

answer: Wednesday.

question: How are David and Monica related?

answer: Brother and sister.

question: What's wrong with the siblings' father in this text?

answer: He's drunk (again).

question: What is Monica's profession, according to her father?

answer: Stripper.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Monica comes home and is greeted by her kid brother, David, who's thirteen. The two are joking about losing track of the days when their father comes in, drunk. Monica tries to get him to bed as he berates her for being a stripper and praises David's genius. Monica half-jokingly tells David one day when he's a big businessman who went to college, he will have a stripper to thank for his successes.


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Writer Jack Kerouac’s 1957 novel, “On the Road,” is part journal and part novel, and is regarded by many people as the finest example of the ideas and philosophies of the counter-cultural 1950s Beat Generation, which Kerouac exemplified.

Trinidad writer and artist Doug Holdread wrote about Kerouac’s experiences traveling with some friends along the Front Range of the Colorado Rockies from Denver to Clayton, N.M. in his 2012 book, “Journaling Jack: On (and Off) the Road (Again) in Colorado and New Mexico,” which has now been re-printed and is available for purchase as a fundraiser for the Trinidad Area Arts Council (TAAC).

The characters in the novel, including Kerouac, portray some of the leading figures of the Beat Generation, sometimes called “Beatniks,” on a journey in a 1937 Ford Model-T automobile to try to discover a mystical “It” that they can’t quite define, but which, to them, represents the “Real America.” Holdread and Trinidad’s Joe Tarabino, who wrote the introduction to “Journaling Jack,” traced Kerouac’s footsteps on the long journey south, and Holdread’s pencil sketches of the scenes along the way form integral parts of the book, and Holdread and Tarabino sat down during a Friday interview to talk about Kerouac, his eclectic group of friends, On the Road and what the Beat Generation meant for the future of American counter-cultural thought.

Journaling Jack is now for sale in limited quantities, at a price of $20, at Gallery Main, located at 130 E. Main St., in Historic Downtown Trinidad. All proceeds from the sales go to support the many arts programs sponsored by (TAAC).

Tarabino said he’d been asked by the New Mexico Film Commission in 2008 to scout locations for a proposed movie about On the Road, a film that was never made. Holdread teamed up with Tarabino to scout potential filming locations in Northern New Mexico. The pair then followed up by tracing Kerouac’s route from the Chapultepec Café in Denver along a four-day trip to San Antonio, Texas, in late May of 1950. Kerouac’s character in On the Road served as the chronicler of the long journey, recording his impressions of the sights, sounds and people along the way, both in prose and in his sketchbook. Holdread described what he felt On the Road had meant to the young people who read it and found a portrayal of a different kind of America than that usually found in the staid and sober 1950 s.

“I think On the Road is one of those books that people of a certain generation kind of all have a certain relationship or familiarity with,” Holdread said. “It almost acts like a Rorschach Test, in a sense, because people sort of make it mean whatever they need it to mean to them. That was sort of how this little project was forming. After I got into to re-reading On the Road I realized he wasn’t really telling me what to think about. It’s more that Joe and I, as we traveled along that stretch, talked quite a bit. One of the things that we talked about was Kerouac as a sort of anthropologist or an archeologist who’s picking up artifacts of culture along the way. He’s not necessarily always explaining the artifacts, he’s just collecting.”

Both Tarabino and Holdread said Kerouac’s work was an early example of visual journaling, with the artist writing and sketching their impression of what they see along the way in a free form style that often defies categorization.

The Trinidad connection to Kerouac was his friend Hal Chase, a Denver archeologist who introduced Kerouac to Neal Cassady, who was the actual driver on the trip described in On the Road. Chase made several journeys of discovery into the mesas and canyons of Southeastern Colorado, looking for prehistoric artifacts. Chase was a teacher in the Archeology Department at Trinidad State Junior College and knew many local people, Tarabino said.

“When Kerouac comes to Trinidad, he says something to the effect of, ‘Chase has no idea that we’re on the road, both writing a story and creating a new history, because he’s off the road digging up an older history, but telling his story to his students,’” Tarabino said. “So you have this archeological transfer from Chase’s students learning about the Beat Generation as it was being formed while they were digging up the Indian culture, which they kind of idolized, and then they were creating a new culture. So you have these cultural layers that are coming together as Kerouac is coming through Trinidad.”

Holdread summed up what On the Road had meant for him as a younger person.

“I think for a lot of people On the Road was one of those books in the library about the counter-culture,” he said. “It was for me, because there was just something about the idea of being on the road. It’s not about where you’ve come from, or about your vision for the future. It’s being here now and in the moment of transition from one moment to the next, traveling through life and experiencing those moments on the road, not arriving, not being credentialed in terms of where you came from, but living the moment.”

Holdread said he and Tarabino had a lot of fun while following Kerouac’s trail, imagining what the Lowell, Mass., native would have thought of the raw natural beauty and wide-open spaces of the American West. They themselves experienced some of that majestic splendor while following in Kerouac’s footsteps.

Both men said they saw Kerouac as more of a tragic figure than a heroic one, especially later in his life. Kerouac never managed to match the success he’d had with On the Road, and struggled to live up to his reputation as the intellectual leader of the Beat Generation. His life descended into alcoholism and he died in 1969.

They were asked what it was about Kerouac’s life that fascinated them. Holdread said Kerouac was a victim of his own fame, trying to live up to the image the media had created of him.

Tarabino compared Kerouac’s tragedy with the similar tragic ending of Drop City, the Trinidad art community of geodesic domes that became world famous during the 1960s, but descended into poverty crime and drug abuse before closing in the 1970s.

Whether tragic or heroic, Kerouac’s On the Road story proved a worthy subject for Holdread’s Journaling Jack, a fascinating look back on an earlier American dreamer.

question: What does the text say about Jack Kerouac's life?

answer: He is the author of a 1957 novel "On the Road," which is regarded by many as the finest example of the ideas and philosophies of the counter-cultural 1950s Beat Generation. Kerouac was seen as exemplar of the Beat Generation, but he was also a victim of his own fame; he struggled to match the success of "On the Road" and turned to alcoholism, and later died in 1969. Doug Holdread, a Trinidad writer and artist, recently published a book about Kerouac's travels through the US.

question: What does the text say about Beatniks?

answer: The Beat Generation, also known as Beatniks, were a counter-cultural movement in the 1950s. Kerouac was seen to exemplify the ideas and philosophies of the movement, and even had a reputation as the intellectual leader of the Beat Generation.

question: What does the text say about Kerouac's family?


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“Where do we go from here?”  I thought as I laid on the rickety, old hotel mattress, my hands resting behind my head to avoid direct contact with the well-used pillow.  I stared at the ceiling while I pondered, trying to create a map in my head of where the next destination would be.  “Hey, Kale, should we travel north or west?” I turned my head toward him as I said the last word of my question.
	“Up to you.  You’re the master planner here,” Kale replied, a smirk growing on his handsome face.  I pondered further, my foot rapidly fidgeting as it dangled off the edge of the bed.  “But honestly, we need a better hotel next time,” he added, a few moments later.  I finally looked away from the ceiling as I removed my left hand from behind my head.  I started to examine my hand, slowly turning it and observing as if I had never seen it before.  My fingernails were chipped and dried blood rested around the edges.
	Kale was in the corner of the room sitting in an ancient armchair, his backpack in front of him so he could search through it while remaining seated.  He rustled around as if looking for something.  “Kale, do you think we can ever escape?” I asked, a hint of concern in my voice.
	“Our only limits are in our minds.  I know we can, and we will,” he assured me.  At that moment I realized that we could be running for a long time.  Cult leaders don’t let people leave easily.  Not alive, anyways.
	“Why did I join that stupid group anyways?” I thought to myself.  It was like signing up for a credit card - once you sign, you’re pretty much stuck with it for life.  I finally sat up on the rather lumpy bed and swung my legs around to the side.  I stood up, stretched my arms out, and casually wandered over to the window.  The tattered curtains were translucent and I could see the sun setting over the water without even moving them.
	“It’s a beautiful night,” Kale whispered from behind my neck, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.  I hadn’t realized he had gotten out of his chair.  He wrapped his hands around me, clasping them over my belly button.  “We should just forget everything and go out for a walk.  We can’t pass up a beautiful sight like this.”  Kale moved his left hand along my back and reached for my right hand.  He grabbed it gently and started to lead me to the old, wooden door.  I was in a state of infatuation and stupidly allowed him to guide me.  Kale and I walked down two flights of creaky, wooden stairs and exited the Lands End Hotel.  The truth behind the name of the hotel put me on edge, making me feel like there really was no escape other than to swim.  Or boat, but we had no way of getting one.
	We began to walk along the dirt path.  The hotel was in a forested area with a nearby beach.  Mosquitoes buzzed by my ears and I tried to swat them away with my free hand.  I realized that every aspect of my life involved getting rid of something, more accurately someone.  Renaldo sure was not happy when he found out that Kale and I left the cult.  Romance was not permitted there so we ran off together.  Betrayal was not permitted either.  Renaldo had likely sent Hugh and Gregory - two very strong men - after us.  Either that or he was chasing us himself.  I’d rather test my chances with Hugh and Gregory because Renaldo certainly had issues.
	Every time a twig broke beneath my feet, or a rodent scurried in the distance, my heart would beat faster.  I broke into a cold sweat.  Kale noticed the worry in my face and said, “Rita, don’t worry, we’re going to be fine out here.  There’s no way Renaldo could find us so quickly.  Just relax and enjoy the scenery.  It’s not every day that you get to visit Nova Scotia.”  He was right.  I tried to focus on the briney air coming in with the ocean breeze.  It calmed me and I became lost in the orange-pink sky.
	After walking for about a half hour, Kale suggested that we turn back.  He once again guided me and I once again allowed him to, only this time I really wanted to.  I felt safe with Kale.  The sun was barely visible, it was nothing but a thin gash on the canvas that was the sky.  With all the trees it was difficult to see, but the comfort of the air and Kale’s warmth allowed me to stay relaxed.  “Okay, we’re almost back,” I thought, “Only a few more minutes to go.”  I remembered the uncomfortable bed and suddenly heading back was less desirable, but I wanted to get away from the mosquitoes and the openness of the unfamiliar area.
Kale led us around a large tree; it must have been hundreds of years old.  I didn’t remember seeing it on the way out and felt a bit uneasy.  As I took my next step, my left foot caught on something.  I fell to the ground and the air escaped my lungs.  “Kale!  Where are you? I can’t see!” I shouted with the last bit of breath I could scrounge up.  A hand grabbed mine to help me up.  I instantly felt relieved.  But I soon realized that the hand was too big to be Kale’s.  I tried to let go but the hand clamped down on mine; the hand was so large that it completely consumed mine.  “Kale!  Help!” I tried my luck again, but there was no response once again.  I felt my heart break.  “Something is wrong,” I thought.  I figured that there was no point in wasting my energy on trying to escape my captor’s grasp, so I decided to save the effort for a better opportunity for escape.  The man ironically led me back to the hotel, but rather than going in the main doors, he opened a cellar that was accessible on the shore-side of the hotel.
	As I was forced to descend down the cold, cement stairs into the darkness below, I worried about Kale and whether he was okay.  “Sit,” said the man before me.  His dark silhouette pointed to an empty milk crate.  I obeyed without hesitation, a scrap of hope in mind.  The man aggressively tied my hands behind my back with a rope.  He took out a flashlight and shined it in my eyes so that I could not see what he looked like.  I heard a cough in the background, revealing that a second person was also in the room.  Using my energy that I saved from earlier, I headbutted the man in the groin.  The flashlight dropped to the ground and I rushed to pick it up, freeing my hands easily along the way with the adrenaline running through my veins.  I was shaking but I managed to aim the flashlight around, slowly at first, then quicker as I was trying to locate the second person in the room.  The man on the ground, sure enough, was Hugh.  I assumed the mysterious second person would be Gregory since they were always paired up together, but it wasn’t.  The circle of light allowed me to catch a glimpse of the second person’s shoe.  I slowly aimed the light up toward the face of the person.  “It can’t be... it just can’t...” I whispered aloud.
	“I’m so sorry, Rita,” whimpered Kale as he pointed a gun at my chest.

title: Trust Ends as the Ocean Begins - wrote this in 75 minutes for a Writer's Craft exam in grade 12

question: Summarize the plot of the story.

answer: Kale and Rita are fleeing from a cult. Rita wonders where they should go next, and Kale says they should go on a walk. On their way back Rita is kidnapped and led to a basement. Rita tries to escape but finds Kale with a gun pointed at her.

question: Summarize Rita and Kale's hotel room.

answer: The hotel that Rita and Kale are staying at is old and run down. The room has old furniture, the bed is "rickety" with a well used pillow and lumpy mattress. Kale remarks that they "need a better hotel next time." The hotel itself is called the Lands End Hotel, and is in a forested area with a beach nearby.

question: Summarize the cult that Rita and Kale are running from.

answer: According to Rita, the cult that her and Kale left from didn't let people leave, you were stuck with it for life. Romance was not allowed and that is why Rita and Kale left. Renaldo seems to be the cult leader, with Hugh and Gregory as other members. Hugh captured Rita, so it is clear the cult is willing to go to extreme measures to follow through on their rules. This is also shown at the very end when Kale pulls a gun on Rita.

question: Summarize Rita and Kale's relationship.

answer: Rita clearly cares deeply for Kale, which makes his betrayal at the end even worse. Rita thinks that Kale is handsome, and is infatuated with him. She trusts him, and is worried about him when she gets captured. She is almost in disbelief at the end of the story when Kale points the gun at her.


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The “GURLIN TSAV” SKULL is a currently unnamed carnivorous metatherian fossil from the Nemegt Formation of Mongolia. Composed of a single semi-complete skull, this specimen is notable in regards to the evolution and systematics of Metatheria as a whole, and thus nigh-omnipresent in phylogenetic analyses of this group.[1][2][3][4]

Fossil location

The Gurlin Tsav skull, as the informal name indicates, comes from the Gurlin Tsav track in the Nemegt Formation.[5] This area represents fluvial deposits, and also heralds a few dinosaur specimens, such as a _Saurolophus_ skeleton.[6]

Classification

The specimen was originally referred to Deltatheroida, a clade of carnivorous metatherians rather common in the Cretaceous of Asia.[7] However, one study by Guillermo Rougier has found it to lack the group's synapomorphies and instead resemble the American stagodontids more closely.[8]

Posterior phylogenetic studies have indeed recovered this specimen as being closer to the Marsupialiformes line than to Deltatheroida. However, instead of being close to stagodontids, the Gurlin Tsav skull usually groups outside of a clade leading to South American metatherians (and, consequently, to marsupials). It is nearly always an immediate outgroup to sparassodonts.[9][10][11]

Most recently, it has been found to group with sparassodonts and other Paleocene non-marsupial metatherians from South America. It and these taxa from a group independent from not only Deltatheroida, but also a North American clade where true marsupials are nested as well as stagodontids.[12]

[1] S. Bi, X. Jin, S. Li and T. Du. 2015. A new Cretaceous metatherian mammal from Henan, China. PeerJ 3:e896

[2] Guillermo W. Rougier; Brian M. Davis; Michael J. Novacek (2015). “A deltatheroidan mammal from the Upper Cretaceous Baynshiree Formation, eastern Mongolia”. Cretaceous Research. 52, Part A: 167–177. doi:10.1016/j.cretres.2014.09.009.

[3] Eric J. Sargis, Marian Dagosto, Mammalian Evolutionary Morphology: A Tribute to Frederick S. Szalay, Springer Science & Business Media, 21/05/2008

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[6] S. Suzuki and M. Watabe. 2000. Report on the Japan–Mongolia Joint Paleontological Expedition to the Gobi desert, 1998. Hayashibara Museum of Natural Sciences Research Bulletin 1:83-98 [R. Benson/R. Benson/M. Carrano]

[7] Zofia Kielan-Jaworowska, Lev A. Nessov, On the metatherian nature of the Deltatheroida, a sister group of the Marsupialia, First published: January 1990Full publication history DOI: 10.1111/j.1502-3931.1990.tb01776.x

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title: Gurlin Tsav skull

question: Where was the skull found?

answer: The Gurlin Tsav track in the Nemegt Formation of Mongolia

question: What clade was the skull originally referred to?

answer: Deltatheroida

question: What did the study by Guillermo Rougier conclude the skull resembled more closely?

answer: Stagodontids

question: What is Metatheria?

answer: That information can't be found

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The Gurlin Tsav Skull is a currently unnamed carnivorous metatherian fossil which was found in the Gurlin Tsav track of the Nemegt Formation of Mongolia.


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IT'S PART OF A JOURNALIST'S JOB TO KEEP TRACK OF AWFUL EVENTS. BUT STORIES ABOUT RICKETY BOATS CRAMMED WITH MIGRANTS CAPSIZING IN THE MEDITERRANEAN OCCUR WITH HORRIBLE FREQUENCY. FOR ONE SOMALI JOURNALIST READING THE NEWS THAT hundreds of people drowned IN ONE SUCH DISASTER ON MONDAY, IT WAS ONE STORY TOO MANY.

Abdinur Mohamed Ahmed decided to do something. He decided to create a campaign to persuade his fellow Somalis not to give their money to people traffickers and instead to stay and help rebuild their war torn country.

So Abdinur, who is based in the Somali capital Mogadishu, started tweeting using the hashtag #DhimashoHaGadan, which literally translated means "don't buy death."

Abdinur told BBC Trending "The whole notion of this hashtag was to discourage people from emigrating to Europe through these perilous journeys."

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The hashtag rapidly became popular in Somalia. Some used it to highlight reasons why young Somali people might want to leave.

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According to the United Nations around 15% of Somali citizens were living abroad last year. There are many reasons why people would want to go. A horrific drought means that an estimated 40% of the population are thought to be in need of humanitarian assistance.

The UN-backed Somali government remains fragile despite the support of African Union troops. Al-Shabab, an Al-Qaeda affiliate, has been waging an armed insurgency in Somalia for years. It frequently stages attacks in Mogadishu and other cities, and still controls many rural areas in southern Somalia.

Despite the security situation Abdinur has never considered leaving.

"In the last 12 months I have survived two suicide attacks and I have never decided to leave for security reasons. Death is everywhere, suicide attacks happen in Paris, everywhere… There's no reason to leave this country because of insecurity," he told Trending.

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image captionAbdinur Mohamed Ahmed, pictured here in Mogadishu's Peace Garden, wants young Somalis to stay and rebuild their country.

Abdinur is worried about the impact large scale emigration could have on the future of Somalia: "If we leave this country because of insecurity or unemployment, who will change this country? Who will make this country a peaceful place to live?"

He also told Trending that he believes reality of life in Europe does not match expectations. One of his relatives left for Europe last year and calls him to tell him how unhappy he is.

I got in touch with Abdinur's relative on Whatsapp and he told me, "Life in Europe is not as easy as you might think right now. Language barriers, low paid jobs and lack of documents are the main hurdles to integration. We feel we've entered an open air prison. I am a professional nurse and I could have done so much for my country and my people. But Sweden does not need my skills. I need to start from scratch."

Abdinur also told BBC Trending he feels there's a false impression created on social media about how good life is in Europe.

"He posted several pictures which can persuade friends to go there too," he told BBC Trending. "I told him to take him down, he understands how dangerous it is."

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question: What event persuaded Abdinur Mohamed Ahmed to start hashtag #DhimashoHaGadan?

answer: The news that hundreds of Somalis had drowned while trying to migrate to Europe persuaded Abdinur Mohamed Ahmed to start a campaign not to give their money to people traffickers. He wanted them to stay in the country and help to rebuild it. So, he started tweeting using the hashtag #DhimashoHaGadan. This means "don't buy death"

question: Why has Abdinur never considered leaving?

answer: Despite the drastic conditions in the country brought about by drought and armed insurgents, Abdinur has never considered leaving. He believes that danger lurks everywhere. He wants young Somalians to stay and rebuild the country. He is worried that large scale emigration will have a detrimental effect on the country. He also thinks that the reality of life in Europe does not match with expectations.

question: Where in Europe does Abdinur's relative live?


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In October of 2007, Pfizer Inc. gifted to the American Pharmacists Association Foundation, Great Moments in Pharmacy, a collection of 40 paintings depicting a comprehensive history of pharmacy by artist Robert Thom (1915-1979).

The idea for the paintings was conceived by Pharmacist George A. Bender (1904-1985) when he served as editor of the North Western Druggist from 1929 through 1932 and the ultimate commission of the series was funded by Parke-Davis. The paintings remained the property of Parke-Davis until 2000, when Pfizer became the owner after it merged with Parke-Davis. The paintings were completed in the early 1950s by the Michigan-born and Columbus, Ohio, Institute of Fine Arts graduate Robert A. Thom (1915-1979). Both Bender and Thom, as well as a number of pharmacy historians formed a project team that painstakingly researched and developed the story lines for the project over a ten-year period.

The first 16 paintings in the Great Moments in Pharmacy series pay tribute to the accomplishments of the apothecaries and their predecessors in Babylon, China, Egypt, Persia, and Europe. The remaining 24 paintings are devoted to pharmacy in the Americas, especially in the English colonies and the United States, including coverage of the history of the American Pharmacists Association.

The paintings have been displayed at the Smithsonian Institution where they were viewed by over 300,000 visitors. Other museums that have exhibited the paintings include the Denver Institute of Arts, New York Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Oriental Institute of Chicago, and the Hotel des Invalides in Paris.

APhA is privileged to display the collection in the Art Gallery of its Headquarters Building. The gallery is located in the original headquarters building designed by renowned architect, John Russell Pope, whose work includes the National Archives, the Jefferson Memorial, and the Tate Gallery Rotunda in London.

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question: What is the subject of the paintings being discussed?

answer: The paintings depict the history of pharmacy. The first 16 focus on the accomplishments of apothecaries and their predecessors in Babylon, China, Egypt, Persia, and Europe. The remaining 24 depict pharmacy in the Americas.

question: Who is the artist of the paintings?

answer: Robert Thom, a graduate from the Colombus, Ohio, Institute of Fine Arts.

question: When were the paintings made?

answer: In the early 1950s.

question: How did Pfizer come to possess the paintings?

answer: Pfizer acquired the paintings when they merged with Parke-Davis, the company that funded the series of paintings.

question: Where are the paintings going to be displayed?

answer: They'll be displayed in the Art Gallery of the American Pharmacists Association Headquarters Building.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The article is about a series of paintings Pfizer is donating to the American Pharmacists Association Foundation. The paintings, done by Robert Thom in the early 1950s, depict the history of pharmacy. The paintings will be on display in the Art Gallery at the APhA Headquarters Building.


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_Dynamo FC_ is a Ghanaian football club, based in Ho in the Volta Region. The club is a Division One team currently competing in zone 3 of GN Bank Division One League.[1] They play their home matches at the Ho Sports Stadium.

History

The club was founded in the year 2006. Initially, the club took active part in juvenile league before graduating to take part in the Ho Municipal Division 3 League in 2008. After just one season, they earned promotion to play in the Volta Regional Division 2 League. They played in the Division 2 League for six seasons. After coming close on so many occasions to making it to the Division 1 League, they finally made it in 2016.[2]

Qualification to Division One League.

In December 2016 after finishing top of their zone in the Volta Regional Division 2 League ahead of fierce rivals _Home Stars FC,_ the club had to battle out with other zone winners in the region in the Volta Region Division 2 Middle League which consists of four teams. After a hard fought 1-0 win over _Nadm SC_ in their opening match, Dynamo lost their subsequent match against Juapong All Stars by the same scoreline. In their third and final match, Dynamo beat Narita F.C 4-1 with striker Johnson Nawanyo scoring a hat trick. Dynamo finished the league on six points, second behind Juapong All Stars only on head-to-head rule. However, the team launched series of protests against the Juapong based club. The Volta Regional Regional FA ruled in favour of Dynamo thus promoting them to the Ghana Division One league.

Division One

Dynamo made their Division One league debut on February 19, 2017 against Accra based side Vision FC which they lost 2-1.[3] Their first win came at home on 1 March 2017, a 2-1 victory against Amidaus Professional.[4]

Players

Sponsorship

The Club has been supported by KickStart Ghana, an NGO which supports education and sports.[5]

KickStart Ghana provides volunteer football coaches to help with running the team as well as grants for equipment, hospital costs, referee’s fees, league fees travel and subsistence for the teams on match days.

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title: Ho Dynamo FC

question: What city is Dynamo FC from?

answer: Ho in the Volta Region

question: List the sponsorships Dynamo FC has received.

answer: They have been supported by KickStart Ghana

question: What league does Dynamo FC belong to?

answer: The GN Bank Division One League

question: When was Dynamo FC founded?

answer: 2006

question: List the Dynamo FC players mentioned in the article.

answer: Johnson Nawanyo

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Dynamo FC is a Ghanian football club based in Ho and part of the GN Bank Division One League. The club was founded in 2006 and finally made it into the Division 1 League in 2016. They are supported by an NGO called KickStart Ghana.


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SINGAPORE - Lovers of the king of fruit can now satisfy their cravings at lower prices.

Durian sellers across the island report that prices have fallen by as much as 40 per cent within a month. Popular varieties of durian, like the Mao Shan Wang, are now going for $12 to $20 a kg, down from $20 to $28 last month and a drastic reduction from the highs of more than $40 last year.

The durian season is typically from June to September, with the various types of durians grown in different parts of Malaysia peaking at different times. However, advantageous hot weather in Malaysia has produced a bumper crop this month, particularly in southern parts of the peninsula such as Johor.

Some sellers predict a peak season in the middle of the year, which could see prices fall even lower.

The lower prices are welcomed by customers as well as vendors, whose businesses were affected by the exorbitant prices last season. Mr Sam Ong, of Delight Fruits, said he has seen more customers recently. His durians now sell out on Saturdays and Sundays, even though weekend prices can be 20 to 30 per cent more expensive than those on weekdays. Two weeks ago, his durians rarely sold out.

However, Mr Goh Kwee Leng, 67, who runs Durian Mpire by 717 Trading in Yio Chu Kang, said the prices are ultimately unpredictable as they depend on external factors like the climate and demand from China, which tends to raise prices.

Demand had also been affected by a post-Chinese New Year slump and people not knowing about the current season. Several customers were at the store when The Straits Times visited Durian Mpire, but nothing compared to the queues of more than 10 people that can form during peak seasons, said Mr Goh's son Ming Hong, 43, who dropped out of school at 12 to join the business.

Still, the younger Mr Goh is encouraged by the month's output. "Sometimes we tell people not to buy if the quality is not good," he said in Mandarin, "but now all of it tastes good, so it's okay."

As this durian season gains momentum, some sellers forecast that prices will continue to fall. Others, however, believe prices could return to normal as soon as next week.

Meanwhile, Singaporeans are enjoying the off-season bargain. "I'll be sure to get some this weekend," said Nabil Danil, 19. "I'm really excited as I can get more durian for less money."

There are others, though, who are not particularly attracted by the price fall. Said manager Gina Seh, 39: "I buy only when I feel like eating. I wouldn't purposely buy just because the price dropped."

Others, like public servant Tan Wei Wei, 33, are deterred by the "heatiness'' of the fruit. "The price drop is great, but I don't think I will be consuming it any time soon as I'm still very heaty now and the weather hasn't been helping."

question: Why were the durian prices so high?

answer: Adverse climate conditions and demand from China can increase durian prices. However, these aren't specifically mentioned as the reasons for the previous price surge.

question: How did the durian prices fall before the fruit's season?

answer: Early hot weather in Malaysia resulted in an early harvest.

question: What about the early durian bump is good for the sellers?

answer: They are able to sell most of their stock. In addition, one seller says all the fruits are good so he doesn't need to tell people not to buy.

question: What are the expectations for durian prices?

answer: Some sellers think the upcoming durian season will reduce prices further while others think they will rise again.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Early hot weather in Malaysia results in high yields of durian, reducing prices in Singapore. Sellers are happy about being able to empty their shelves as many people enjoy the off-season bargain. While some vendors think the upcoming durian season will reduce prices further, others expect the prices to rise again.


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_CRASSANAPIS_ is a genus of South American araneomorph spiders in the family Anapidae, first described by Norman I. Platnick & Raymond Robert Forster in 1989.[1]

Species

it contains five species:[2]

-   _Crassanapis calderoni_ Platnick & Forster, 1989 – Chile
-   _Crassanapis cekalovici_ Platnick & Forster, 1989 – Chile, Argentina
-   _Crassanapis chaiten_ Platnick & Forster, 1989 – Chile
-   _Crassanapis chilensis_ Platnick & Forster, 1989 – Chile
-   _Crassanapis contulmo_ Platnick & Forster, 1989 – Chile

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title: Crassanapis

question: Which species of Crassanapis have been found in more than one country?

answer: Crassanapis cekalovici was found in both Chile and Argentina.

question: Who is credited for first describing the Crassanapis species?

answer: Norman I. Platnick and Raymond Robert Foster.

question: What is an araneomorph spider?

answer: This information is not given in the article. Crassanapis are araneomorph spiders.

question: In which country in South America were the Crassanapis spiders primarily found and described?

answer: All 5 species were found in Chile.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Crassanapis is a genus of South American araneomorph spider primarily discovered in Chile.