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ELLEN LAIPSON is a Distinguished Fellow and President Emeritus of The Stimson Center.[1] She is a member of the council of the International Institute for Strategic Studies. She was previously Vice Chair of the National Intelligence Council (1997–2002) and Special Assistant to the US Permanent Representative to the United Nations (199–97). She was a member of President Barack Obama's Intelligence Advisory Board for 2009 to 2013, and on the U.S. Secretary of State's Foreign Affairs Policy Board from 2011 to 2014.[2][3][4][5]

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title: Ellen Laipson

question: Who is Ellen Laipson?

answer: A Distinguished Fellow and President Emeritus of The Stimson Center.

question: When was Ellen Laipson born?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: What nationality is Ellen Laipson?

answer: Presumably American.

question: Summarize Ellen Laipson's career.

answer: Before becoming President Emeritus of the Stimson Center, she was Vice Chair of the National Intelligence Council and Special Assistant to the US Permanent Representative to the United Nations. She was also a member of both President Barack Obama's Intelligence Advisory Board and the U.S. Secretary of State's Foreign Affairs Policy Board.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Ellen Laipson is a politician who is a Distinguished Fellow and President Emeritus of The Stimson Center.


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_THE QUARTERLY JOURNAL OF ECONOMICS_ is a peer-reviewed academic journal published by the Oxford University Press. Its current editors-in-chief are Pol Antràs, Robert J. Barro, Lawrence F. Katz, and Andrei Shleifer (Harvard University). It is the oldest professional journal of economics in the English language,[1] and covers all aspects of the field—from the journal's traditional emphasis on microtheory, to both empirical and theoretical macroeconomics. According to the _Journal Citation Reports_, the journal has a 2015 impact factor of 6.662, ranking it first out of 347 journals in the category “Economics”.[2] It is generally regarded as one of the top 5 journals in economics, together with the American Economic Review, Econometrica, the Journal of Political Economy, and the Review of Economic Studies.

Some of the most influential and well-read papers in economics have been published in the _Quarterly Journal of Economics_ including:

-   “Distribution as Determined by a Law of Rent” (1891), by John B. Clark[3]
-   “The Positive Theory of Capital and Its Critics” (1895), by Eugen von Böhm-Bawerk
-   “Petty's Place in the History of Economic Theory” (1900), by Charles Henry Hull
-   “Fallacies in the Interpretation of Social Cost” (1924), by Frank H. Knight
-   “The General Theory of Employment” (1937), by John Maynard Keynes (an expansion on Keynes' _General Theory_)
-   “The Interpretation of Voting in the Allocation of Economic Resources” (1943), by Howard Rothmann Bowen
-   “A Contribution to the Theory of Economic Growth” (1956), by Robert Solow
-   “The Market for “Lemons”: Quality Uncertainty and the Market Mechanism” (1970), by George Akerlof
-   “Job Market Signaling” (1973), by Michael Spence
-   “Equilibrium in Competitive Insurance Markets: The economics of markets with imperfect information” (1976), by Michael Rothschild and Joseph Stiglitz
-   “A Reformulation of the Economic Theory of Fertility” (1988), by Robert Barro and Gary Becker
-   “A Theory of Competition among Pressure Groups for Political Influence” (1983), by Gary Becker
-   “A Contribution to the Empirics of Economic Growth” (1992), by N. Gregory Mankiw, David Romer, and David N. Weil
-   “Golden Eggs and Hyperbolic Discounting” (1997), by David Laibson
-   “Does Social Capital Have An Economic Payoff? A Cross-Country Investigation” (1997) by Stephen Knack and Philip Keefer
-   “A Theory of Fairness, Competition, and Cooperation” (1999), by Ernst Fehr and Klaus M. Schmidt
-   “Monetary Policy Rules And Macroeconomic Stability: Evidence And Some Theory” (2000), by Richard Clarida, Jordi Galí, and Mark Gertler
-   “Information Technology, Workplace Organization, and the Demand for Skilled Labor: Firm-Level Evidence” (2002) by Timothy F. Bresnahan, Erik Brynjolfsson and Lorin M. Hitt

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title: Quarterly Journal of Economics

question: How many years has The Quarterly Journal of Economics been around?

answer: At least 120 years.

question: What is the alma mater of the current editors-in-chief?

answer: Harvard University.

question: Who decides what gets to be in the publication?

answer: People who work and write in the field of economics.


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We live in a galaxy that is called the Milky Way. It’s called a barred spiral galaxy, which means that it has a spiral shape with a bar of stars across its middle. The galaxy is rather huge — at least 100,000 light-years in diameter, making it the second-biggest in our Local Group of galaxies.

More mind-blowing is that this mass of stars, gas, planets and other objects are all spinning. Just like a pinwheel. It’s spinning at 270 kilometers per second (168 miles per second) and takes about 200 million years to complete one rotation, according to the National Radio Astronomy Observatory. But why? More details below.

It’s worth taking a quick detour to talk about how long it takes the Solar System to move around the center of the galaxy. According to National Geographic, that’s about 225 million years. Dinosaurs were starting to arise the last time we were in the position we are today.

[The rising Milky Way at Sentosa Island in Singapore. Credit and copyright: Justin Ng. ]
The rising Milky Way at Sentosa Island in Singapore. Credit and copyright: Justin Ng.
Scientists have mapped the spin using the Very Large Baseline Array, a set of radio telescopes. They examined spots where stars were forming and paid particular attention to those areas where gas molecules enhance radio emission, according to the National Radio Astronomy Observatory. Dubbed “cosmic masers”, these areas shine brightly in radio waves.

As Earth moves in its orbit, the shift of these molecules can be mapped against more distant objects. Measuring this shift shows how the entire galaxy rotates — and can even provide information about the mass of the Milky Way. So that’s all very neat, but why is it rotating in the first place?

If we think back to the early Universe, there are two big assumptions astronomers make, according to How Stuff Works: there was a lot of hydrogen and helium, with some parts denser than other areas. In the denser areas, gas clumped together in protogalactic clouds; the thickest areas collapsed into stars.

[In this image from the Wide Field Imager on the MPG/ESO 2.2-metre telescope at ESO’s La Silla Observatory in Chile young stars huddle together against a backdrop of clouds of glowing gas and lanes of dust. The star cluster, known as NGC 3293, would have been just a cloud of gas and dust itself about ten million years ago, but as stars began to form it became the bright group we see here. Clusters like this are celestial laboratories that allow astronomers to learn more about how stars evolve. Image Credit: ESO/G. Beccari]
In this image from the Wide Field Imager on the MPG/ESO 2.2-metre telescope at ESO’s La Silla Observatory in Chile young stars huddle together against a backdrop of clouds of glowing gas and lanes of dust. The star cluster, known as NGC 3293, would have been just a cloud of gas and dust itself about ten million years ago, but as stars began to form it became the bright group we see here. Clusters like this are celestial laboratories that allow astronomers to learn more about how stars evolve. Image Credit: ESO/G. Beccari
“These stars burned out quickly and became globular clusters, but gravity continued to collapse the clouds,” How Stuff Works wrote. “As the clouds collapsed, they formed rotating disks. The rotating disks attracted more gas and dust with gravity and formed galactic disks. Inside the galactic disk, new stars formed. What remained on the outskirts of the original cloud were globular clusters and the halo composed of gas, dust and dark matter.”

A simpler way to think about this is if you’re creating a pizza by tossing a ball of dough into the air. The spin of the dough creates a flat disc — just like what you observe in more complicated form in the Milky Way, not to mention other galaxies.

For more on the Milky Way, visit the rest of our section here in the Guide to Spaceor listen to Astronomy Cast: Episode 99.

question: How is the rotation of the Milky Way observed?

answer: There are parts of the galaxy where stars form, where gas molecules enhance radio waves. As the Earth moves in its orbit, these spots can be mapped against more distant objects. Measuring this shift tells us how fast the galaxy rotates.

question: Why did the early universe's collapsing clouds start to rotate?

answer: The article asks this question but doesn't answer.

question: Collate the details about Milky Way.

answer: It has a spiral shape with a bar of stars across the middle. It's 100,000 light-years in diameter, rotating at 270 kilometers per second. It takes 200 million years for the Milky Way to spin around its center.

question: What does pizza dough have to do with galaxies?

answer: Nothing, it's just an analogy to simplify a concept.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Our galaxy, the Milky Way, is the second largest in our Local Group. All of the stars in the Milky Way rotate at 270 kilometers per second, rotating around the galactic center once per 200 million years. This rotation comes from the early universe when rotating clouds of gas and dust became the galactic disks.


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[Alan Williams]

The Phoenix Suns have recalled forward/center Alan Williams from the Northern Arizona Suns, their NBA G League affiliate.

Williams was assigned yesterday, March 15, and participated in practice with the NAZ Suns. He underwent a meniscus repair of his right knee on September 25 and has not yet made his season debut. The Suns’ 2016-17 Majerle Hustle Award winner, Williams averaged 11.4 points and 9.1 rebounds with 12 double-doubles in 24 games after the All-Star break last season. The native Phoenician led the Suns with 15 double-doubles overall and ranked third in the NBA with 15 double-doubles off the bench in 2016-17. The third-year pro averaged career-bests of 7.4 points and 6.2 rebounds in 47 total games last season.

The Phoenix Suns next play the Golden State Warriors, tomorrow, March 17, at Talking Stick Resort Arena with tip-off at 7:00 p.m.

question: Who was recalled from the Northern Arizona Suns?

answer: Forward/center Alan Williams.

question: Why was he recalled?

answer: He underwent a meniscus repair of his right knee on September 25 and has not made his season debut.

question: What is the relationship between the Phoenix Suns and the Northern Arizona Suns?

answer: Northern Arizona Suns is the Phoenix Suns' NBA G League affiliate.

question: Where was Alan Williams born?

answer: Phoenix, Arizona.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Phoenix Suns recalled forward/center Alan Williams from the Northern Arizona Suns, their NBA G league affiliate. Alan Williams underwent a meniscus repair of his right knee.


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It's a little dark but enjoy! Looking for lots of constructive criticism.

It's a little past four in the morning. A middle aged man, cigarette between his fingers, is walking down the street. He's dressed in dark clothes, his long hair is dripping from the light rain. His black shirt reflects both the darkness that he feels internally and sees in each unlit alleyway he passes. He had just gotten off work at a nearby gas station. Everyday he stands at the counter like a mindless robot, serving an endless stream of disgruntled customers. His name tag, which reads "Justin", fails to make the man feel any more human. The customers are typically assholes but the man has grown used to it by now. He's just relieved that the store wasn't robbed tonight. He still has the scars both mentally and physically from last time. The man takes a deep drag of his Marlboro as he runs his fingers along the sewn up gash on his cheek. He remembers staring down the barrel of the 12 gauge that disfigured him. "Fuck." The man tosses his jack and lights another.

It is a warm summer night, a soft drizzle sprinkles down on the concrete. The luminous full moon overhead and traffic lights light up the street. The dazzling array of colors play across the wet pavement like the dancing woman tattooed on his left arm. His pace is slow and relaxed, his hands in the pockets of his faded and worn shorts. While walking he discreetly scans his surroundings for the ever present danger that defines this neighborhood. He has been living here for almost all his life.

To his right is the playground where he used to play as a kid. His old favorite slide has long ago lost its vibrant yellow paint and is now a dull grey. The swings no longer exist and the jungle jim has been reduced to a rusted conglomeration of jagged metal. The current rain contributing to its continuing demise. He remembers being young and carefree, he remembers enjoying his life before it crumbled apart before his young eyes. His mom used to take him to this park. He would run and play as she socialized with other mothers. He used to play with other children on the soft grass for hours at a time. Sometimes he and his parents would have picnics under the beautiful blue sky. They would lay on their backs and gaze up at the billowing clouds. Everything seemed just about perfect. But it wasn't perfect. As they enjoyed themselves in a blissful ignorance, cancer was slowly spreading through his mother's bloodstream.

The man snaps back to reality. He is approaching an alley where he was mugged a few nights ago. As the gas station employee draws nearer, his heart speeds up. His hand clenches the razor sharp switchblade in his pocket. His tired eyes are fixed on alleyway as he continues to approach, drops of rain still dripping off his disheveled hair. He draws nearer and nearer. 20 feet. 10 feet. The moment of truth. Nothing. The man relaxes his tense muscles and let's go of his knife. He's all alone on the street. He likes the serenity of the normally bustling city in the early morning. Other than the man, there are no signs of life in this part of the sprawling concrete jungle.

Although his apartment is only a few blocks away, he decides to take a detour. He wants to see his old house again. The man takes a left down 5th. The rain is starting to pick up. The pitter patter sound of raindrops is gradually drowned out by sirens in the distance. The sirens grow louder and louder as two cruisers approach. The police lights reflect off the wet brick walls around the man in a flashing dualism of blue and red. The crown victorians tear down the street, splashing the man as they speed by. "Fuckin pigs." The man mutters. Another cigarette and the man reaches his old home.

He gazes on the vacant two story brick building in which he resided for the first decade of his life. There used to be a small garden in the front. The red and yellow flowers were often complemented by passing pedestrians.  Now the flower bed is filled with broken glass and various pieces of trash. Every window on the building is smashed. Wide cracks run down the front door. It is hanging on to the sad structure by one hinge. The man pushes the door back and walks inside. The interior is also filled with broken glass. Graffiti covers every wall that isn't destroyed. Glass crunches underfoot as he walks through the abandoned hallways and up the rickety staircase. The stairs creak and moan under the man's weight.

The man soon reaches his old bedroom. He runs his hand along the doorframe as he remembers barricading himself in the room when his drunk father tried to beat him. Sometimes the fortifications held up, sometimes they didn't. His father wasn't always a violent alcoholic. It started when leukemia stole his wife from him. He would beat his son in a drunken stupor until that chilly October day child services showed up. A concerned teacher called them after she noticed bruises constantly appearing on Justin's small body. Justin distinctly remembers being taken from the house by two government workers. His father just stood in the doorway, bottle in hand, as they bureaucrats put the young boy in the back of their white car. Justin was sobbing because he loved his father even after the regular verbal and physical abuse. He never saw his dad again after that day. He drifted from unloving foster home to foster home until he was an adult.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning lights up the room in a brilliant flash, followed by a loud boom of thunder. It's time for the man to go back to his apartment. He leaves his old home. As he's walking out, he wishes he could leave behind the bad memories that haunt both his memory and the house. Stepping outside into a dismal down pour, the man briskly makes his way back to his apartment. By the time he gets back he is soaking wet. The socks within his shoes are soggy and squeak each time he takes a step. He takes off his wet clothes and puts on a dry outfit. He turns on the TV but all he can hear is his neighbors. The walls are extremely thin. Every word of the couples heated argument can be heard. As well as the cry of an infant, distressed by his or her parents incessant fighting.

The man reaches under his old and uncomfortable couch, retrieving his dwindling stash. Another bolt of lightning cracks outside as he picks out a small amount of heroin from the tiny plastic bag. He readies the essentials: a spoon, cotton ball, syringe and lighter. Needle in mouth, he holds the green bic under the spoon. Once the dope is thoroughly heated, he takes the syringe from his mouth and draws in the powerful opiate. He postulates on the events of his life that have brought him to this point. A tear slides down the man's face and onto the bare floor. He knows he needs to stop using but nothing else numbs the pain.  Yet another crack of lightning.  He inserts the needle into this arm. Justin watches his blood mix with the drug, holding back more tears. Then he pushes the heroin into his bloodstream. After several seconds the world around him becomes exponentially more bearable. He is no longer aware of the torrential downpour outside and now frequent lightning. He is no longer aware of his obnoxious neighbors. Or his achy body. Or his hopeless situation. He drifts off into a realm of pure pleasure, temporarily permitted to escape the living hell in which he spends every sober moment of his waking life.

title: First time posting and first short story I've ever done

question: what kind of message is the writer trying to deliver?

answer: On the surface, it appears that the writer is saying that life can be so bad that the only recourse is to take drugs in order to make it bearable, even if only temporary. However, much of the narrative focuses on building the foundation of a "sad life", and how the main character had drifted from one unfortunate moment to another. While some of the circumstances had him powerless (such as the part where his father beats him), he was never entirely in a bad place. When his mother was alive, his family was happy. Later on, his teacher was compassionate enough to notice his bruises. He survived being shot in the face. He has a job despite living in a dangerous part of town. He can afford living in an apartment. Yet, he still believes that his life is so bad that he even needs heroin just to be okay.


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JOHN GREENWOOD BARTON (born 5 June 1936) is a retired British Anglican priest. He was Archdeacon of Aston from 1990 to 2003.[1][2][3]

Barton was educated at Battersea Grammar School and the London College of Divinity. He was Assistant Curate at St Mary Bredin, Canterbury from 1963 to 1966; Vicar of Whitfield with West Langdon from 1966 to 1975;[4] Vicar of St Luke, South Kensington from 1975 to 1983; Area Dean of Chelsea from 1980 to 1983; and Chief Broadcasting Officer for the Church of England from 1983 until his appointment as Archdeacon of Aston.[5]

[1] _Faith news.Luke Coppen._ The Times (London, England), Saturday, August 09, 2003; pg. 38; Issue 67837

[2] _Church news._ The Times (London, England), Tuesday, Mar 23, 1982; pg. 10; Issue 61189

[3] Companies House

[4] _Crockford's Clerical Directory 1975-76_ London: OUP, 1976

[5] ‘BARTON, Ven. (Charles) John Greenwood’, Who's Who 2017, A & C Black, an imprint of Bloomsbury Publishing plc, 2017; online edn, Oxford University Press, 2016 ; online edn, Nov 2016 [http://www.ukwhoswho.com/view/article/oupww/whoswho/U6711, accessed 24 Dec 2016]

title: John Barton (priest)

question: Who is John Greenwood Barton?

answer: A British Anglican priest.

question: Where did he attend school?

answer: Battersea Grammar School and the London College of Divinity.

question: What is he known for?

answer: Being Archdeacon of Aston from 1990 to 2003.

question: How did Greenwood Barton reach the station?

answer: First as Assistant Curate, then Vicar, twice, then Area Dean of Chelsea, and Chief Broadcasting  Officer for the Church of England.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: John Greenwood Barton is a British Anglican priest known for serving as the Archdeacon for Aston from 1990 to 2003. He attended Battersea Grammar School and the London College of Divinity. He was Assistant Curate at St Mary Bredin, Canterbury from 1963 to 1966; Vicar of Whitfield with West Langdon from 1966 to 1975;[4] Vicar of St Luke, South Kensington from 1975 to 1983; Area Dean of Chelsea from 1980 to 1983; and Chief Broadcasting Officer for the Church of England from 1983 until his appointment as Archdeacon of Aston.


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Last night I dreamed that I had died. It wasn't the normal kind of dream. It wasn't the kind of dream that you wake up enthralled, afraid or tearful from. It was something deeper than that.
When I died, there was no white light to walk toward; no staircase in the clouds; no golden gate atop them; no heavenly chorus scoring each and every one of my footsteps, as if each one of them pounded on the drums of destiny; no heart; no passion; no feeling that every breath I took in my mortal life led to this moment, and that now my dreams were coming true, and I was ascending towards everlasting glory.

There was none of that.

But equally there was no fear. There was no anxiety, or panic, or hopelessness. The four emotions I had forever associated with death. The emotions that had left my mind crippled, contemplating other alternatives to constantly living with the big day forever looming over me. Emotions that had rendered me useless, unable to function, wondering what the fuck we are doing on this planet, and why something as spectacular as life on earth, with its inconceivable beauty and ability to emote human euphoria, could have such a terrifying and mind numbing opposite as death, and how we could know so little about it other than at its existential core, it is nothing but the absence of life in a previously living body.

No. Instead of fear or euphoria, there was realism. Quite frankly, there was no commotion. I had died in a hospital, in a small room, my family surrounding me as I lay in a bed drifting off courtesy of an incurable disease, as so many have done before me, and so many will do after. As I faded I felt my woes fade also. I don't think we realise it when our lives are so busy, but we always have our woes or problems on our mind, we just don't notice them as much. I thought about my family and friends. They held hands and sobbed around my bedside, knowing they were witnessing the last moments of my human life. I guessed that I should have been worrying about them, how they would cope without me, but three familiar words kept circulating in my head. Life goes on. Life would go on for them. They would be sad, but they would find closure, and then eventually it would be their time to go too. None of these things worried me. I had always pondered the afterlife, and by this point I had accepted that I would either see them again, or that I wouldn't need to. I understood that love transcends life.

And then it happened; though it didn't happen instantly. Throughout life I had always imagined that the moment of death would be similar to an abrupt power-outage, where in a split second, darkness would engulf everything. But it wasn't. It was a gradual process and I wasn't quite sure when life had ended, and whatever came next had begun. Those around my bed began to leave the room. They left in an orderly fashion, as if it had previously been decided how they would do so. First, my four best friends. Second my brothers and their wives, my sister, her husband and their children. My grandmother, and finally my mother and father. Each of them did so matter-of-factly, and that was the first sign that I may have passed over, as I'm sure in normal circumstances they would be crying and mourning uncontrollably. Instead, each of them just left. Some of them held my hand before leaving, and others kissed my forehead. And then, just like that, I was alone, albeit for just a few seconds.

It was in this moment that I realised that I was witnessing my death out of body. I was standing in the corner watching this happen, not lying in the bed. And then I realised that I now had a purpose. I sat at a table in the middle of the room. It was small and there were only two chairs. The version of myself that I had just been watching got out of bed and sat at the table also. I was sitting across the table from myself. Somehow looking into my own eyes and staring back at them at the same time. Only when you look into your own eyes can you comprehend your existence. And then we talked for what felt like an hour, and yet it could have lasted for a thousand years because any comprehension that I had of time in my human life had faded, and I began to think that maybe time didn't exist anymore. We talked about the life I had lived on earth, about the relationships I had formed and the feelings I had had, what I had achieved in life, and what mark I had left on the earth. And then I asked myself what was going to happen next, and of course didn't know the answer.

Just as quickly as I had realised what my role was in my own passing over ceremony, I became clueless even faster. And there I was. At a table with another person, and yet somehow completely alone simultaneously; with the most pondered question of all time, and not a single answer. I closed my eyes and breathed in. I took two more, long, similar breaths, and I held the last one. I opened my eyes.
And then I saw everything. Every sunrise and sunset from every possible corner of the earth. Every flower that had ever bloomed, every tree that had ever grown, every mountain that had ever been conquered. Every creature on land, in the sky and in the oceans. Every man who had ever made his dreams come true and every woman who had ever accomplished her greatest feat. Every new-born baby that had ever been born, potential in their eyes. I experienced every sensation that could ever be felt, and heard every note that had ever been played, I tasted success, I smelled hope and in all of these things combined I saw the face of God.

I awoke in my bed and questioned my own existence again. As I write this I am still unaware of what my dream means. I believe that we are more than skin and bones. I believe that our bodies are nothing but vessels, and I believe that our souls are always yearning to escape them. I am unsure of the afterlife, and I wonder whether or not this life on earth is simply the afterlife to a previous one; that maybe every life is an afterlife and in each one we are promised something different for the next. I wonder how many times I have died before, I wonder how many times I will die again, and I wonder whether or not there is some end to this cycle. The only thing we can be sure of is death, for without death there is no life. There cannot be one without the other, but I do not believe that birth is the beginning and death the end. Until it is my time to become knowledgeable of what is next to come, I will just keep dreaming.

title: A Dream I Had About The Afterlife.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: Not answered.

question: Is the narrator dead?

answer: No, the narrator is describing a dream in which they had died and experienced dying.

question: What is the narrator describing?

answer: The narrator is describing a dream they had in which they experienced death.

question: Where is the narrator?

answer: Unclear

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator describes a dream they had in which they experienced death. They describe it as a slow experience devoid of emotion. They wonder how many times they've died already and how many times they will die again.


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BILGE PUMP are an English rock band that formed in Leeds in the mid-1990s, featuring Joe O'Sullivan, Emlyn Jones and Neil Turpin.

Bilge Pump's style is post-punk with avant garde and free-jazz influences. Early on, the NME described Bilge Pump's sound as “unlistenable guff”.[1] They have since had various releases on Gringo Records, Troubleman Unlimited and Unlabel, and members have been involved with artists such as Enablers, Yann Tiersen, Polaris, Felix, Chris Corsano, HiM.[2][3]

Bilge Pump have recorded several John Peel Sessions,[4] and received enough votes to be 95th on the list for ATP vs The Fans 2009.[5] Since their inception, they have played with (among many others) Lightning Bolt, The Mars Volta, Hella, Foals and Les Savy Fav.[6] O'Sullivan makes custom valve amplifiers and is registered disabled.

Discography

-   _Let Me Breathe_ (2002, Gringo Records) CD Album
-   _Rupert the Sky_ (2008, Gringo Records) 12"/CD
-   _We Love You_ (2019, Gringo Records) 12"/CD Album

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title: Bilge Pump (band)

question: Who are the members of Bilge Pump?

answer: The members of Bilge Pump are Joe O'Sullivan, Emlyn Jones, and Neil Turpin.

question: What is Bilge Pump's style?

answer: Their style is post-punk with avant-garde and free-jazz influences.

question: How many albums have Bilge Pump released?

answer: They have released three albums.

question: What record labels have they been associated with?

answer: They have released projects on Gringo Records, Troubleman Unlimited, and Unlabel.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Bilge Pump are an English rock band that formed in the mid-1990s. They have released three albums. Their style is post-punk with avant-garde and free-jazz influences.


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***My girlfriend asked why my room was so messy, this is what I sent her.  Just curious what you guys think.  My first short story to the public.***

"Shit here we go again" I thought to myself as I opened my bedroom door. There was a fight going on in my room. This wasn't an ordinary fight, this was a fight to determine who deserves to be the chosen one. 'Chosen one? Wtf does that mean' you might ask. Well let me back track a little.

When I was younger I was never into fashion. I just wanted comfy clothes to wear. So I dedicated my life to find the comfiest clothes ever. After trying on hundreds of shirts and pants and every type of boxers I could think of I just couldn't find comfy enough clothes. Finally I thought 'hey, maybe I can invent some!' And that's where the trouble began.

Each day I would try to create the perfect comfy clothing. I would use a variety of techniques such as covering the clothes in mud and then  washing them for 3 days straight so they absorbed all the minerals and felt smooth on the skin. After much trial and error I had a certain technique that seemed to be working. Well one day as I was letting them out to dry in my back yard something happened. It's hard to put into words but all I saw was a giant flash through my window and a green glow radiate from my clothes. I rushed outside but the green glow was gone. I thought nothing of it after that and thought it was just some firework. Boy was I wrong.

The next morning I awoke to something I wasn't really sure was real. My black pants....my black pants were standing up. A little freaked out at first I just kinda stared. I thought I was dreaming but after a pinch or two I assured myself I was not. I reached out to grab it and out of nowhere a sock wraps around the top part of my pants and starts to what seemed to be choking it. The sock was actually being held by my favorite pair of jeans. They were fighting. My clothes....were fighting. After the struggle the black pants fell sprawled out on the ground. The jeans just stood there.
Well I just witnessed something crazy but nevertheless I still had to go to work because I was out of sick days. I went to grab a pair of my non standing pants but my favorite pair of jeans would not get out of my way. At the same time the other pants seemed to scurry in the corner afraid of the jeans. He was the champion. He was to be worn that day. I had no choice. I put the jeans on. The amount of comfort I felt on that day could not be matched by anything I have tried in the past. Something had changed these pants and frankly they were so comfy I didn't care. That night I go home to find an unpleasant site. Clothes were everywhere. It's as if there was a civil war between each section of clothing I have. And in the forefront of my room stood a single pair of pants, a button down shirt, and checkered boxers. It was weird but I didn't mind it since my jeans were so comfy. I realized I had done it. I have created the comfiest clothes in the world. Each victor comfier than the last. Each day I come home to a war scene of black socks vs striped, button shirts vs T's, dress pants vs jeans and checkered boxers vs polka dot. The fights somehow weed out the uncomfy ones but come the day after laundry day everyone has another chance that week and the process repeats itself. Some people think I'm crazy some people are jealous but I know that what I have is a miracle, a miracle of comfiness.

title: [MF] A Mircale of Comfiness

question: What causes the clothes to be scattered across the narrator's room?

answer: The narrator's clothes have become animated through a mysterious process. They fight over the right to be worn every day. Whichever set of clothes is the champion, the narrator must wear. He has no choice.

question: What prompted the narrator's clothes becoming animated?

answer: The narrator was trying to find the comfiest clothes ever. In seeking that they tried many different methods to wash and dry them. This led to their clothes becoming animated in some mysterious fashion.


text:
California could soon end money bail, but some of the criminal justice groups who worked toward that goal aren’t celebrating.

A closely-watched bill to overhaul the state’s bail system advanced out of a key fiscal committee on Thursday with broad changes that would virtually eliminate the payment of money as a condition for release from jail.

That should have been a roaring victory for legislators and supporters who have long decried a system that they say unfairly punishes the poor. But the amendments also hand over more control to local courts and probation offices to decide who should remain incarcerated, a move former sponsors of the legislation contend could lead to indefinite detention.

State Sen. Bob Hertzberg (D-Van Nuys), co-author of Senate Bill 10, hailed the bill at a press conference on Thursday, calling it a success years in the making. He pointed to support from Gov. Jerry Brown, state Supreme Court Chief Justice Tani Cantil-Sakauye and Democratic front-runner for governor Gavin Newsom, the state’s lieutenant governor.

“I have worked on a lot of issues over the decades and I don’t remember one taking more time than this,” he said. “It has been really challenging making this fundamental sea change in the criminal justice system in California.”

Hertzberg later pushed back against criticism of the bill, saying it would dramatically transform a pretrial system that hurts poor defendants.

“We have a form of pretrial detention now, it is called bail,” Hertzberg said. “And guess what pretrial detention is? If you don’t have any money, you don’t get out.”

Some bail reform advocates have continued to support the bill, hoping to play a major role in implementation.

“The momentum behind SB 10 is strong, and we can’t miss the chance to move justice forward this year while continuing to press for further reforms,” said Laphonza Butler, president of the Service Employees International Union Local 2015.

But some sponsors dropped their support amid negotiations in recent weeks, and others are working to the kill the legislation. The American Civil Liberties Union, which has been working on the issue for years, moved on its position to neutral on Thursday.

The new version of the bill would “eliminate the exploitative and abusive commercial bailindustry that preys on low-income people, including a disproportionate number of black and brown people,” said Natasha Minsker, director for the ACLU of California Center for Advocacy and Policy. “On the other hand, SB 10 needs to go further to be the model for pretrial justice and racial equity that we are working towards.”

John Raphling, a senior researcher with Human Rights Watch, said the reason organizations were opposing SB 10 is that “it replaces money bail with a system that is likely to incarcerate more people and uses racially biased risk assessments and gives judges nearly unlimited discretion to lock people up.”

Meanwhile, bail agents and lobbyists are gearing up to launch massive opposition of their own, saying the revised changes would decimate the industry.

Hertzberg and Assemblyman Rob Bonta (D-Oakland) combined efforts in late 2016 to unveil a pair of identical bills that would eliminate the use of bail fee systems and require counties to establish their own pretrial services agencies. Those agencies were to develop a “risk-assessment tool,” a type of analysis to evaluate people booked into jail to determine whether and under what conditions they should be released.

Only Hertzberg’s bill has made it through the legislative process. Under the new version of his bill, pretrial services agencies would be overseen by county probation departments. Only people charged with certain low-level, nonviolent misdemeanors would be eligible for automatic release within 12 hours of being booked into jail, a list of charges that can be further narrowed by county.

All other people arrested would have to undergo risk analysis, which would sort offenders based on criminal history and other criteria into low-, medium- or high-risk categories. Courts would be required to release low-level defendants without assigning bail, pending a hearing. Pretrial-services offices would decide whether to hold or release medium-risk offenders.

Judges would have greater discretion over all prisoners in a practice known as “preventive detention,” allowing them to decide which people are a danger to the community and should be held without the possibility of release.

If a judge chooses to impose pretrial supervision requirements, such as ankle monitors, the Hertzberg bill would require they be covered free of charge to defendants.

On Thursday, Bonta said the new system would protect the poor and the public.

“It will replace a flawed, unsafe, money-based system with a fairer, safer system,” he said.

But the proposal is not yet in the clear, and it carries a hefty cost for counties.

Assemblyman Jim Cooper (D-Elk Grove) opposed a budget trailer bill in a hearing Tuesday that included $15 million for bail reform, noting that there is no guarantee the legislation would pass, and saying it was “putting the cart before the horse.”

“This is B.S, flat out B.S. Why this is in here?” he said.

Gina Clayton, founder and director of the Essie Justice Center, which provides leadership training and services to women with incarcerated loved ones, argued that Hertzberg’s bill would inflate budgets for law enforcement, probation and corrections.

“If the ‘War on Drugs’ has taught us anything at all, it is that we need more access to services,” Clayton said. “This is another bill that again makes a lot of the same mistakes.”

_Times reporter Patrick McGreevy contributed to this report._

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question: What does the revised bill do?

answer: The revised bill pretrial service agencies would be overseen by county probation departments. Only people charged with certain low-level, nonviolent misdemeanors would be eligible for automatic release within 12 hours of being booked into jail.

question: Who authored Senate Bill 10?

answer: The Senate Bill 10 is co-authored by State Sen. Bob Hertzberg (D-Van Nuys)

question: Why are organizations opposing SB 10?

answer: Organizations are opposing the bill saying that it replaces money bail with a system that will likely incarcerate more people and use racially biased risk assessments and give the judges unlimited discretion on who to lock up.

question: How would the changes affect lobbyists?

answer: The lobbyists would decimate their industry.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer:
A revised bill is about to overhaul the state's bail system. The Senate Bill 10, co-authored by State Sen. Bob Hertzberg, gives judges nearly unlimited discretion on who to lock up. The bill is revised with the idea of transforming a pretrial system that hurts the poor defendants.

The bill has followed some opposing. A few say that the replacement of the money bail system will likely incarcerate more people and use racially biased risk assessments. Lobbyists are also gearing up to oppose the bill stating the changes would decimate their industry.

The proposal is yet not clear and carries a hefty cost for counties.


text: I was utterly lone and 12,000 miles from home. I sat in my tiny room in the dirty Tokyo hostel and sucked down the flask bottle of whiskey. Kentucky bourbon made me feel closer to home than anything else. I contemplated the mysteries of the white wall a few feet from my face, and it must have spoken to me in some fashion for I felt a sudden compulsion to walk the dark streets and find companionship in the lonely city. I walked across one of the Asakusa bridges with that half drunken gait where you feel pushed along, rather than pushing yourself. I found myself pushed to the local foreigner bar and happily entered. Warm light came into the misty night as I opened the door and I was greeted with the sounds of music and laughter, the smell of beer and bourbon, and the touch of inebriated white hands clapping my back. There is a camaraderie among foreigners abroad unlike anything else. You truly are strangers in a strange land, and you wander alone all day through concrete tunnels lined with strange symbols and never talking, yet surrounded by bustling conversation always, and then at night you find each other and talk boisterously and smile always, and you ask "What country?" and tell how much you love Spain, or France, or England, and they tell you about how they love America so. You talk about where you've been, and where you'll be tomorrow. People filter in and out, and every night new people and old friends departing, for they must catch a plane tomorrow. Then at midnight is last call and everyone spills into the streets. Whiskey at the 7-11 and then a trip to the river where you lay about and speak of life and home and the glory of the journey. As I lay on my back I realize I feel closer to these strangers than anyone I know, and it is a comforting realization that you can find companionship in the loneliest of places, and that tomorrow there will be new friends and new liquor and that you will never be truly alone.

title: Tokyo, Japan

question: Why is the narrator in a Tokyo hostel?

answer: The narrator is traveling.

question: How is the narrator feeling?

answer: At first, the narrator is feeling very lonely. They decide to venture out to find the local foreigner bar. There, the narrator begins to feel happier, and close to the the other strangers; they realize they're not really alone.

question: Are there any other important characters in the story?

answer: The other unnamed foreigners the narrator meets in the bar.

question: Does the narrator enjoy traveling?

answer: It seems so.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is staying in a hostel in Tokyo and feels very alone. They decide to venture out to find the local foreigner bar. There, the narrator talks with other travelers. They begin to feel happier, and close to the the other strangers; they realize they're not really alone.


text:
PETER DAWSON (31 March 1929 - 6 Jan. 2013)[1] was Archdeacon of Norfolk from 1977 to 1993.[2] [http://www.ukwhoswho.com/view/article/oupww/whowaswho/U13252, accessed 23 Dec 2016]

Dawson was educated at Manchester Grammar School.[3] After National Service he continued his education at Keble College, Oxford and Ridley Hall, Cambridge. He was ordained in 1955. His first post was at curate at St Lawrence, Morden.He was Vicar of Barston from 1959 to 1963; Rector of St Clement, Higher Openshaw from 1963 to 1968. Returning to his first parish he was Rector of Morden from 1968 to 1977, and Rural Dean of Merton from 1975 until his appointment as Archdeacon.

Notes

Category:1929 births Category:2013 deaths Category:20th-century English Anglican priests Category:21st-century English Anglican priests Category:Archdeacons of Norfolk Category:Alumni of Keble College, Oxford Category:Alumni of Ridley Hall, Cambridge Category:People educated at Manchester Grammar School

[1] Church Times

[2] ‘DAWSON, Ven. Peter’, Who Was Who, A & C Black, an imprint of Bloomsbury Publishing plc, 1920–2016; online edn, Oxford University Press, 2016 ; online edn, April 2016

[3] _Crockford's Clerical Directory 1975-76_ London: OUP, 1976

title: Peter Dawson (priest)

question: For how many years was Peter Dawson Archdeacon of Norfolk?

answer: Peter Dawson was Archdeacon of Norfolk for 16 years.

question: Where did Peter Dawson receive his education?

answer: Peter Dawson received his education from Manchester Grammar School, Keble College, Oxford and Ridley Hall, Cambridge.

question: When was Peter Dawson ordained?

answer: Peter Dawson was ordained in 1955.

question: Where was Peter Dawson's first post?

answer: Peter Dawson's first post was St Lawrence, Morden.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Peter Dawson was Archdeacon of Norfolk from 1977 to 1993. Before that he was ordained in 1955 and served in a number of other parishes in a variety of positions.


text:
COP commonly refers to a police officer.

COP, COPS, COP, COP, COPS or COP may also refer to:

Art and entertainment

Film

-   _Cop_ (film), a 1988 American thriller
-   _Cops_ (film), an American silent comedy short starring Buster Keaton
-   _The Cop_ (1928 film), an American silent drama
-   _The Cop_ (1970 film), an Italian crime film
-   _Un flic_, alternatively entitled _The Cop_, a 1972 French crime film

Music

-   COP International, a record label
-   The Cops (Australian band), an Australian rock band
-   _Cop_ (album), by Swans
-   “Cop”, a song by Alkaline Trio on the album _Goddamnit_
-   _Cops_ (EP), a song by the Australian band The Cops
-   “The Cop”, a song by The Knife on the album _Deep Cuts_

Television

-   _COPS_ (animated TV series), a 1988–1989 American animated series
-   _Cops_ (TV program), an American docuseries television program
-   _The Cops_ (TV series), a 1998–2001 British crime drama

Other uses in art and entertainment

-   C.O.P.S 'N' Crooks, a line of action figures
-   _C.O.P. The Recruit_, a 2009 video game

Brands and enterprises

-   COP International, a record label
-   Columbus Outdoor Pursuits, parent organization of the Great Ohio Bicycle Adventure
-   ConocoPhillips, an energy company, NYSE symbol COP
-   COP Inc., manufacturer of the COP .357 Derringer pistol
-   Copper State Air Service, an airline, ICAO designator COP

Computing

-   COP, an interrupt in 65xx processors
-   COPS (software), a UNIX security tool
-   C Object Processor, a superset of the C programming language
-   Common Open Policy Service, a network management protocol
-   Common operational picture, a type of military technology
-   Computer Operating Properly, a type of embedded timer

Healthcare

-   Community ophthalmic physician, a type of medical ophthalmologist in the Republic of Ireland
-   Cryptogenic organizing pneumonia, an illness
-   Cyclophosphamide, Oncovin, and Prednisone/Prednisolone, a variant of the chemotherapy regimen CHOP

Organizations and conferences

-   Cathedral of Praise, a Pentecostal church in Ermita, Manila, Philippines
-   College of Paramedics, a professional representative body in the UK
-   _Comité Olímpico de Portugal_, the Olympic Committee of Portugal
-   _Comité politique et de sécurité_, French name for the Political and Security Committee of the European Union
-   Communities Organized for Public Service, a Texas community organization
-   Community Oriented Policing Services, an agency of the U.S. Department of Justice
-   Conference of the parties, multiple governing bodies, almost exclusively in the news in reference to the United Nations Climate Change conferences
-   Congress of the People (Trinidad and Tobago), a political party

Places

-   Cop, Saint-Louis-du-Sud, Haiti, a town in the Aquin Arrondissement of Haiti
-   Centralny Okreg Przemyslowy, Polish industrial region
-   WinSport, also called Canada Olympic Park, in Calgary, Alberta, Canada

Science

-   Center of pressure (terrestrial locomotion), characteristic point in locomotion dynamics
-   Coat protein; see COPI
-   Coefficient of performance, a concept in thermodynamics
-   Community of practice, a group of people who share a craft or a profession
-   Opposite category (_C_op), a concept in category theory

Other uses

-   Cop, the ball of yarn or thread which builds up on the Spindle (textiles)#Copspindle in spinning
-   Code of Points, another name for the ISU Judging System used to score ice skating
-   Colombian peso, a currency, ISO 4217 code COP
-   Community Oriented Policing, a policing strategy
-   Combat outpost (military)
-   Coptic language, ISO 639-2 code cop
-   Cost of products sold, concept in economics
-   Close of play, alternative term for the end of day

title: Cop

question: According to the passage, which common objects, names, or anything else carry the name (or acronym) COP?

answer: COP is a name commonly used for police officers in the United States. There are music, films, television shows, and brands with COP as a name, title, or acronym. However, organizations and conferences count as the most with the acronym. From Cathedral of Praise to Comité Olímpico de Portugal to a political party called Congress of the People (Trinidad and Tobago), there are many more organizations spotting that acronym.


text:
For months I had been laying on the hallway floor, evaporating my self.  The cup of liquid self sat waiting with the rest of it as I pushed forward.  My childhood was already diced and minced and chopped up, in a baggie in the freezer all these years.  One by one I pulled ideas out of my head and crushed them in my hand, catching all the pulp and juice in a wide earthenware bowl.  Beliefs came next, thin flimsy things snapped without real effort, I set them aside in a small dish.  Wrangling my feelings for a week had been a task, but they were tied up and waiting in a freezer bag on the counter.  I didn't want to take them out again, so I just started smashing them as a whole inside the bag and was careful not to let any leak out.  My creative projects pleaded with me from their corner, but each page was carefully shredded and each sculpture ground into powder.  I mixed all the paints together.  My old stuffed puppy knew what I was doing.  He was watching me without his eyes, which had fallen off over twenty years ago.  When I reached for him, he lifted his arms up and unflinchingly went under my knife.  Nearly empty, I cut open my chest and took out my heart.  It beat as I looked at it, it beat as I cut it up, and the pieces lay beating there on their plate.  Finally I coughed and coughed until all of my genetics was piled up in a heap before me.

A dish at a time, a bowl at a time, I poured all of the ingredients into a mill.  They were ground together until a mash was formed.  I put the mash into a clear container, which I sealed and have been watching.  I don't know if I did it right.

title: I should have read the whole recipe before I started.

question: What sort of childhood did the narrator have?

answer: The narrator presumably had a rough childhood, if the metaphor is accurate.

question: What should be in the container at the end of the story?

answer: Most likely the narrator.


text:
[artists_alley-300x219]This weekend my twitter feed was flooded with fantastical tales and whimsical images from Wonder Con. This can only mean one thing: CONVENTION SEASON IS HERE AGAIN.

These days conventions are an essential part of my job, but I still remember my first experiences in Artists Alley. The good and the bad– I remember.

So I’d like to share with you three common and COSTLY mistakes to avoid this year.

Sabotage Your Sales in Artists Alley by Spending Too Much on Merchandise:

If you’ve ever attended a convention, you’ll know that Artists Alley is often the most creative part of a show floor. Hundreds of artists gather to exhibit and sell their art. It’s overwhelming– comics, posters, commissions, tee shirts, buttons. Everywhere you look, bright colors, beautiful art and creative ideas.

And so when it is your turn to buy table space in artists alley, you remember all of the different things you’ve seen there and feel pressed to keep up with the Joneses. Sure, you’ve never exhibited at a show before, but aren’t you expected– I mean if you’re _serious_ about it– to have tee shirts? And buttons! And what if your brand new issue #1 sweeps the show floor as the “cannot miss” item of the weekend?

You would hate to run out of comics then, wouldn’t you?

_Slow down. Re-evaluate. Ask yourself smart questions before you begin throwing hundreds of dollars into merchandise._

Do people already read your comic or is this a brand new product? Readerships take awhile to build. So until you know that there will be lines of fans waiting for your autograph at a show, go easy on the book orders. They are expensive. And it’s hard to sell a tee shirt of your character to people who have never even heard of your comic.

Don’t put the cart before the horse.

Make sure the kinds of merchandise and the amounts you order make sense. If you’re lucky, you’ll sell out of books, but that’s a good problem to have.

And an easy one to fix the next time.

Sabotage Your Sales in Artists Alley by Forgetting to Engage the Customer:

If you’ve been to an Artists Alley before you’ve seen this scene: a lonely, wet-behind-the-ears artist looking dejected behind her table because no one has bought a single copy of her book all weekend…

…but the guy siting next to her hasn’t even had time to eat his lunch.

The less she sells, the sadder she gets until folks begin walking on the far side of the aisle just to avoid her.

_She is waiting for a miracle. But she fails to realize the power is in her hands._

Do not underestimate the value of engaging a customer. Most people walking around Artists Alley are browsing for beautiful art, self-published titles, or hoping to stumble on the next big talent.

So what will make a browser stop at _your_ booth? More often than not, a simple but friendly “hello” will do the trick.

If you’re feeling low, go to the bathroom, count to ten, dry your eyes, take a couple deep yoga breaths and then _go get ‘em, Tiger!_ You don’t have to be the most famous name, the best artist, or the showiest salesman to sell comics in Artists Alley.

You just need to smile, engage, make polite but warm small talk and pitch your comic in a memorable, intriguing way.

Sabotage Your Sales in Artists Alley by Approaching a Convention with Unrealistic Expectations:

Who knows what to expect the first time you show in Artists Alley? Every show will be different, and every person’s show will have different results. I’ve been to conventions where all my friends complained about not selling a thing and I was moving books all weekend long. I’ve also been to shows where the reverse is true.

_Don’t go into your first (or second, or third) convention with grossly unrealistic expectations._

Sure, you might find a publisher the first time you exhibit. You might get a movie agent interested in representing you. You might sell 100 copies of your brand new issue #1.

Sure. You might.

But chances are you won’t.

That doesn’t mean the show was a failure. We put too much pressure on ourselves too fast, and expect the entire world to open up to us the first time we make an effort. Life seldom works this way.

Attending conventions is a regular, ongoing part of your life as a comic creator. You don’t have to– and _won’t_— get it all right the first time. Learn what works, learn what doesn’t, adjust and make changes at the next show. Repeat.

We’ve been doing comic conventions for years and just yesterday my husband stopped me in the hall to say, “You know what we really should get for that show next month…?”

You will always be changing the game plan of what works and what doesn’t. So don’t put too much pressure on yourself to figure it all out now.

…or to sell a hundred comics in a weekend.

These things take time. But if you’re in it for the long haul, fortunately, you’ve got plenty of that.

COMMENT AND SHARE:

WHAT PARTS OF EXHIBITING AT ARTISTS ALLEY CONFUSE OR OVERWHELM YOU? WHAT IS KEEPING YOU FROM EXHIBITING AT A COMIC CONVENTION? CONVENTION VETERANS, WHAT DID YOU LEARN AT YOUR FIRST SHOW?

question: What does the author recommend you do before throwing hundreds of dollars into merchandise?

answer: Slow down.

question: Where does the author sell goods?

answer: At conventions.

question: What does the author recommend to attract sales?

answer: Engaging the customer.

question: What does the author recommend you expect if you are selling comics for the first time at Artists Alley?

answer: To not expect to get an agent on your first trip and to manage your expectations.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The author writes a guide for merchants who are selling their comics for the first time at a convention, recommending that they slow down, engage in good sales practices, and to manage their expectations for success their first sales session.


text:
Declaration of Peace

Mother told that it had been almost seventy years since peace had been declared by the Leaders. The Anniversary was scheduled for the next week and the country prepared in committed silence. Candles sparked to life in windows, streamers hung low over the streets, and the men began to pin their regulation Doves to their marching uniforms. Dad had begun to practice marching with the rest of the men for the annual Reenactment. Mother wouldn’t let him where his Dove in the house though, even if it was regulation.

Mother moved absentmindedly when the Reenactments approached, she seemed distracted and her eyes turned red. She would mumble things to herself while moving about the house like “The men always come back alright” or “It’s An Honor when they stay.” Most of the women used the same phrases to console each other while the men were gone; seemed like Mother was practicing. For most though the excitement became palpable the closer the Reenactment drew; it was everywhere we went.

The Colours of the year flew in the streets: a regal purple, gold, and white. The newspapers carried the Colours high and low, paperboys screamed out the bulletin. Houses prepped and dressed to look the part and popular fashion followed to compliment. Patriotism rose in the Secondary Schools as it did that time of the year; they bragged about the bonds they would purchase for the celebration. After the schools let out, factories like Dad’s lit up and the Colours were cut into fabric for the uniforms. The men’s Class A emulated power: Purple suit with gold twine and white rank, the men looked kingly that year.

The marching improved daily and I with my young peers helped distribute plastic flowers to the men as they began to leave. The synthetic colours sparkled in the sunlight as the men accepted them and kept strutting.

The night Dad left, he stooped to hug me and say good bye. His eyes crinkled like he was laughing as he assured me that he would come back soon enough; it was only a quick Reenactment. The purple of his collar shadowed his face; he seemed resigned under his thin happiness. Standing he turned to Mother, and opened his hand for her; she gingerly took his Dove and embraced him.

“I have to go.” He said. Mother released and he was gone.  The gold trim on his coat shimmered in the moon as he fell into formation.

“It was An Honor,” Mother said, her moonlit cheek dry in the wind.

title: A mini Dystopia.

question: What is going on beneath the surface?

answer: It appears that peace may not prevail. If they have been at peace for 70 years why do the men have to leave their families?

question: Why is mother absentminded and red-eyed?

answer: She knows that father will have to leave soon after the Re-enactment.

question: Why won't mother allow the father to wear the Dove inside the house?

answer: She must dislike what it symbolises.

question: Where is father going?

answer: He must be leaving town and it seems it may be on a military mission as he has fallen into formation.

question: Write a ~14 sentence summary.

answer:
The narrator’s mother tells him that it is almost 70 years since peace had been declared by the Leaders. The anniversary is next week. The men are practising their marching for the Re-enactment. They must wear their doves on their lapels but mother won’t allow the dove in the house.

Mother is absentminded and her eyes red. She mutters things like “the men always come back” and “it’s an honor when they stay”. This is what all the women say to console each other when the men are gone.

The streets are draped in purple, white and gold. Then Dad leaves. He says that he will be back soon. He seems resigned under his thin happiness. Mother takes his Dove and embraces him. Then he is gone. “It was an honor” she says.


text:
Thirty-one years, one day, twenty hours and forty minutes my husband and I have been married. Not starting from when we exchanged ceremonious “I Do’s” at the altar on a heady summer day in 1980; no, starting from midnight that night, sipping cheap white wine in a cheap beige dress, the first day of my new life, the beginning of three long decades that would result in me waiting in the cold outside our favourite restaurant, a day after our anniversary, ten minutes late for the reservation.

The sun was still lingering around the clouds on the horizon. It was the latest I had seen it all summer; especially in London. Not a single car passed and only the occasional pedestrian stepped on the other side of the street, but I still didn’t notice Joseph until he was standing by my side. It was something you got used to, depending on your relationship with him of course. I stubbed my cigarette into the ground and turned to him, staring with quiet but clear indignation. From the look of Joe you wouldn’t place him in his profession, let alone think he was one of the best. He was skinny, but not tall, content to wearing pullover hoodies and expensive trainers. Hardly appropriate wear. Apart from his wrinkled face and white hair, you’d think him juvenile if his stern eyes didn’t demand respect. He spoke with a deep rumble, betraying his age with a rasping echo, making everything sound intensely morbid. It was depressing for a moment that this man was almost ten years younger than me.

“Your husband’s debts have been settled, Mrs McMahon.” It was a cold way to tell me Felix had just been murdered, even for him. “Perhaps we should go inside.”

“You’re late, our table’s probably gone by now.”

“My apologies, Mrs McMahon.”

“*Miss*.”

title: Something I wrote a few years ago and just tidied. Feedback appreciated!

question: Who is Felix?

answer: He seems to be the narrator's husband.

question: Why doesn't Joseph's attire fit his profession?

answer: Since he brings news of Felix's death, his profession seems to be a dark one. Wearing hoodies and trainers doesn't convey an "agent of darkness" look.

question: Why isn't the narrator more upset at the death of Felix, who seems to be her husband?

answer: It's not explained in the story. There's no indication that they had a problematic marriage either.

question: Who is the reservation for?

answer: It seems to be for the narrator and Joseph.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Starting from the first day of their marriage, the narrator and her husband were married for a touch over three decades. A day after their anniversary, she waits in front of their favorite restaurant. Joseph appears, wearing a hoodie and trainers; his dark profession is only betrayed by his eyes - not his seemingly juvenile clothes. "Your husband's debts have been settled," he says coldly. He addresses her as "Mrs.", to which she only replies, "Miss."


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The different countries of the UK have very different ideas about a lot of things, and university fees are no exception.

With the introduction of £9,000 tuition fees in England, Wales and Scotland both moved quickly to protect their own nationals but in a UK that is divided on how to charge for a degree, who looks after making university accessible to poorer or disadvantaged students from any of the regions?

In England, higher education has become a market and the student is the customer. These customers are charged between £6,000 and £9,000 in fees each year, mostly at the upper end of this range. Fees are deferred and repaid through the tax system once a graduate’s earnings have surpassed a given threshold.

The English policy was announced shortly before the 2011 Scottish election; tuition fees became an election issue, with three of the four main parties proposing to maintain free tuition. Once elected, the SNP government confirmed this approach, and First Minister Alex Salmond has since declared that “the rocks will melt with the sun” before his government would charge fees from Scottish students. Free tuition is justified as a citizenship right and a condition of wider access to university for disadvantaged students.

EU issue

Any Scottish-domiciled student who stays in Scotland to study does not pay fees. But if they travel to England or elsewhere in the UK for their degree, they will have to pay up to £9,000. Scottish institutions have also courted controversy by deciding to charge English, Welsh and Northern Irish students up to £9,000 per year, often over four years rather than the three years of a typical English degree. This decision was supported by the Scottish government and motivated partly by the need to prevent Scottish universities from becoming swamped by English “fee refugees”. But there are suspicions that universities have used it to raise revenue and even that they are favouring English rather than Scottish applicants because of the fee income they bring.

Under EU rules, Scotland must offer higher education to other EU nationals on the same terms as to its own residents, that is with free tuition. These rules do not affect other UK citizens, as long as the UK remains a single member state of the EU, because relations between regions of a member state are governed by the principle of “subsidiarity” and remain the responsibility of that state. However, if Scotland were to choose independence, it would almost certainly have to make tuition free for other UK students - or introduce fees for Scots. The Scottish Government and universities have sought ways out of this impasse but the most likely interpretation of EU rules is that a member state could provide maintenance support, but not free tuition, for its own domiciles without making the same available to other EU citizens.

Welsh twist

Over in Wales, the government followed England in charging up to £9,000 fees but added its own twist. Welsh students - and other EU citizens studying in Wales - get a government grant, potentially more than £5,000 per annum, to make up the difference between the fees that they pay and the fees that they would have paid before the 2012 increase.

Students from England, Wales and Scotland face the £9,000 maximum annual fee if they study at an institution in Northern Ireland, but Northern Irish students still only pay fees of around £3,500 if they study within the region. But like their Scottish counterparts, they are on their own if they want to study elsewhere. Whereas only about one Scottish student in 20 studies outside Scotland, around one third of students from Northern Ireland, which has the UK’s highest participation rate, study elsewhere in the UK. Studies have shown that, while some of these students make a positive choice to study elsewhere, many have no option but to leave because they lack the qualifications to win a place on a course in Northern Ireland, where demand has chronically outstripped supply. Having to pay higher fees only makes their position worse.

As the UK nations plough their own paths on fees, each seeking to look after both their own students and their own universities, they move further away from the bigger picture.

Passing the blame

Governments and universities are increasingly thinking about how students from underrepresented backgrounds can get a fairer shot at a good education, particularly when such an education comes with the daunting prospect of significant debt. But when the different governments of the UK think about tackling this issue, should they continue to look after their own, as they do when setting fee policies?

All three of the devolved administrations - most conspicuously Scotland - discriminate in financial terms in favour of their own students, and treat disadvantaged students from other parts of the UK very differently to disadvantaged students from within their own borders. Higher education, by implication, is a right for Scottish citizens but not for citizens from other parts of the UK.

In the past, students from the rest of the UK studying in Scotland - more than one in eight of all UK-domiciled students at Scottish universities - have been disproportionately well qualified and middle class, often from independent school backgrounds. Will the students who cross borders to study in Scotland under the new fees regime be an even more socially selected group?

And whose responsibility is it to make sure that this does not happen, the Scottish or the UK government? Conversely, the relatively disadvantaged students from Northern Ireland who have to study elsewhere because they cannot get in to the courses they would like to enter at home will be doubly disadvantaged, because they may have to pay fees at more than twice the level. Whose responsibility are they: that of the Northern Ireland administration or of the UK government?

On the other hand, should the UK government take responsibility for the situation that has created these dilemmas? The idea for £9,000 fees did, after all, come out of Whitehall in the first place. There was no appetite for an increase in fees in any of the devolved administrations; indeed, the Welsh Government did not want to raise fees the last time round, in 2006, but it had to do so (one year later than England, in 2007) because of the close interdependence with England. The UK government took the decision to increase fees in order to address problems in England, but this decision - and the knock-on effects on the block grant paid to the devolved administrations - has created new problems for the other countries of the UK.

The problems that are emerging in higher education reflect the wider questions of devolution. Four nations choose their own funding policies but remain entwined in the same system. Decisions are made in London and Edinburgh, Cardiff and Belfast can often only react.

question: How much are tuition fees in England?

answer: 9000 pounds per year.

question: How much are tuition fees in Scotland for Scottish students?

answer: They are free.

question: How much are tuition fees in Wales?

answer: 9000 pounds but the government gives a more than 5000 pound stipend to Welsh and EU student.s

question: How much are tuition fees in Northern Ireland?

answer: 9000 pounds, unless you are from there, in which case it costs 3500.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The article summarizes the four different nations of the United Kingdoms and their different reactions to England's increase in the tuition costs for higher education. The author reflects on the problems of devolution and the fact that certain nations have more power than others.


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I have been producing music for over 25 years professionally. When I saw the Basslet for the first time, and read about what it is and how it works, I was intrigued. As the Drum+Bass producer and artist known as BC⚡9, I am constantly looking for new ways to enhance the sound of the bass in my tracks. I never knew there would be a tool for enhancing the way that I could physically feel the bass while recording the bass in my studio. Once I placed the Basslet on my wrist and plugged it into the sender, I placed my headphones on and started recording a new track that I am working on. I could feel the bass crawl up my arm and into my stomach. It is a very intimate experience that I strongly recommend to any artist/producer to try out when writing and recording your next track! When I am in a club laying down one of my sets, I can feel the bass in my chest. When artists perform live, it’s that feeling that you share with your audience that makes the experience special. Until now, that type of shared experience has been lacking when we listen to music outside the club. Now you can totally enjoy a closer-to-live experience at home or on the go! As far as producing music, I will be making the Basslet a part of my normal set up; it will become just as important as my monitors are for listening back to what Im creating. I’m going to wear the Basslet to enhance the bass that I was only hearing, but now also feeling, as part of my process. Jason Bakes Artist/Producer BC⚡9.

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When I listen to music, which is always, and everywhere, I am most likely listening to a playlist. Like most people these days, I get my music from a combination of sources, including my own library, as well as from streaming sources. There are many pros and cons about today's music distribution options, both as a listener and as an artist...but that is another article altogether! Right now, I will suffice to say that we all create playlists, the modern day mixtape. Sometimes, I enjoy other people’s playlists, or continuous mixes, or sets posted from live events. Most of the time, though, I am listening to a playlist that I created to fit a certain mood, often designed around tasks that I am doing throughout my day…”Morning Mix” or “Get Laundry Done Mix”...”Driving Fast Mix” or “Chill The #*^+ Out Mix”...you get it! I am sure most of our readers do this very thing...we love our music, more than most, probably! And right along with our fiendish need to listen to music all day, every day, everywhere we go, most of us are listening through headphones, for at least some of the day, most days. Either at home or out and about, we put our beloved cans on and hit play on the perfect playlist.

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Imagine if you had a slim, virtually weightless device that you could wear on your wrist, that had a magical ability to pick up on every beat in whatever music you were listening to, and, using a very sophisticated haptic engine, pulse your music right into your body! Imagine if this technology could be yours right now, for only $129.00, and you could plug it into your headphones and actually, literally feel the music you were listening to...would you buy it? Well, you should. Its called the Basslet, amd we received one from the manufacturer, Lofelt, here at Drum and Bass United and lucky for me, the Editor In Chief (that would be me!) got a chance to try it out this past week and I am here to tell you all about it.

From the start, this device is seriously easy to use. Touted by Lofelt as “plug and play”, it truly is. There is a sender, and there is a receiver. The sender goes between the device you are using to play your music (in my case, this is most often my phone) and your headphones. The receiver is the Basslet itself, a watch-like band that you wear on your wrist. The intensity of the haptic response is adjustable with two tiny buttons on the side of the square Basslet receiver, so you can play with the experience as you listen, and that is really a great feature. To charge it, they include a USB cord that plugs into the sender, and then the sender attaches to the Basslet magnetically, making it very sleek and simple to do.

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To describe the experience, I will start by saying that the claims that you will feel the music like you do in a club is a bit of an exaggeration. However, I don’t think that the intent was to exaggerate, I think that it is an accurate way to try and describe an experience that is difficult to really share, since there isn’t anything else to compare it to. I did some research while writing this review, and apparently there is a vest of some sort that does something similar, but as far as a low-profile, sleek wearable accessory, this is the first of its kind. So is it a gut punch, the feeling in your chest that you get when you are in a club or at a live show? No. Is it a unique and super cool enhancement to your listening experience? Absolutely! The feeling isn’t jarring at all, less sharp than the haptic taps you feel from your Apple Watch, but more intense. It is really a warm surge of sensation that rides up your wrist to your body. It will connect you in a deeper and closer way to the music than just your ears can do. It’s an intimate experience. Look to BC9’s review as a DJ and producer on what it’s like to compose and produce while wearing the Basslet...but from the fan and music lover’s side, I can tell you that you will absolutely feel the music in the way that your favorite artists intend, but usually can’t get across, unless we are literally seeing them perform live. It brings a level of connection to your solo listening experience that normally you only get at a show.

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It really enhances the mental and emotional connection between the artist and the listener. I can attest to this from living with one of those musicians, he loves that you can feel the music as well as hearing it! It is a very special and very accessible piece of technology that allows that, trust me! I listened (of course) to our fearless leader’s catalog first, because honestly, I think this device is a perfect match for Drum and Bass music, because obviously, technology literally built for the physical experience of well, the drum and bass beats of a song? It couldn't be a better marriage! The little engine on your wrist catches most of the beats, with a difference being felt between back beats and stronger, more intense beats that sit out front in the song. It’s pretty amazing, and once you listen to music while wearing it, and then listen to music without it on, you definitely miss it being there, it is such an integrated experience that it feels like something is lost once you've taken it off. I also, being a rock and roll girl first and foremost, had to give it a chance on organic music. It does not disappoint! It is reading rhythm and percussion, after all, which almost music has. The regular rock music I listened to while wearing the Basslet was just as enhanced by the tactile experience as the electronic music was, so no matter what you like, this device is a great addition to your listening spectrum.

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I haven’t checked out any classical music with it yet, but I plan to...if I can ever get it off of BC9’s wrist again! Looks like I am going to have to get my own, which you should too.

I know that some reviewers have mentioned some downsides to this product, but without sounding too fangirly, I didn’t really find any myself. I do wish it somehow worked with my wireless headphones, of course, because I wear those a lot and wires are kind of a pain while you are doing certain things. But let’s be honest, too...wireless headphones, no matter how well made, do not carry the sound like wired headphones do. This is my opinion, I realize that some may disagree. However, I am sticking with it, and as long as you want the best sounds possible coming out of your headphones, wired is really the way to go. Since the Basslet is a product that was invented to enhance your listening experience, I am ok with the fact that there is no wireless version at this time. We are talking quality of experience here, not convenience. Lastly, some thought the price was high for the product...I disagree. Yes, it is over a hundred dollar investment. This is not a “cheap” luxury. The quality of the components seems solid, so the price seems fair to me for the experience. We will see how well it stands the test of time and wear...that will be more of an indicator of the value than anything, to me. In conclusion...wow! What a cool experience...adding that layer of physical touch to the listening experience is a great idea, and it has been brought to user-friendly accessibility by Lofelt and the Basslet. Check it out, I really don’t think you will be disappointed! Drum and Bass lovers...level up! Xtene Sixtene Editor-In-Chief Drum and Bass United.A perfect gift for the music lover in your life! https://us.lofelt.com/products/basslet

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question: What is Basslet?

answer: Basslet is a small device that the user wears on their wrist that sends physical pulses from the user's music to th e

question: How does the author describe the experience of using Basslet?

answer: While it does not feel like the user is at a club or live show, the Basslet brings a warm sensation that rides from the wrist to the body.

question: Does the author have any complaints about the Basslet?

answer: The author did not have any complaints about the Basslet.

question: How much does the Basslet cost?

answer: It is $129.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article is a review and overview of the Basslet, a bracelet accessory that brings a haptic experience to music listening. Through an engine in the bracelet, it sends a haptic signal that feels like a warm sensation that spreads from the wrist to the body.  It costs $129.


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In a stunning move Friday, Temple University eliminated seven of its 24 intercollegiate sports programs - nearly a third - to boost funding for the remaining sports and become more competitive in the athletic conference it entered this summer.

School officials also cited costs, woeful facilities, and federal regulations requiring female and male athletes to be treated equally as reasons for the elimination of five male sports and two female sports. Collectively, the cuts will save more than $3 million in Temple's $44 million athletic budget, officials said. The cuts will take effect in June 2014, the end of the academic year.

Baseball; softball; men's and women's crew; men's gymnastics; and outdoor and indoor track and field were eliminated. About 150 student athletes (non-seniors) and nine full-time coaching positions will be affected by Friday's unanimous decision by Temple's board of trustees. A total of 208 roster spots are affected.

The university will continue to honor the students' scholarships until they complete their degrees and help those who want to transfer to another school, Temple officials said. Because their sports were eliminated, the students can play at another Division I school without having to sit out a year, according to NCAA rules.

Particularly devastating were the cuts to the high-profile crew teams. A Temple rower had participated in every Olympics from 1992 to 2008.

"Nobody wants to do it. It's a tough, very, very difficult call," Kevin G. Clark, vice president and director of athletics, said. "But at the end of the day, it's the right thing to do to give the remaining sports the ability to compete at the highest level."

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That includes football, which had a tough start in the American Athletic Conference this year, finishing with a 2-10 record.

"It's very, very difficult, and in many ways a sad day," said Lewis Katz, a member of the Temple board of trustees and chair of the board's athletics committee.

"No one wants to see kids who come to college to play sports lose that opportunity," said Katz, who is also a co-owner of The Inquirer and recently pledged to donate $25 million to the school.

Clark and Patrick M. Kraft, deputy athletic director, acknowledged that some will view the move as an attempt to direct more money into football and men's basketball, Temple's major money-generating sports and its highest profile teams. But that's not the case, they said.

"To be very honest, our football and basketball budgets are fine. It's our [other] sports that are woefully underfunded," Kraft said. He noted that the university can't add more scholarships for football; under NCAA rules, scholarships are fixed at 85. Football's annual operating expenses are $2.27 million, the men's basketball program's expenses are $818,000.

Asked whether the changes will help Temple build a new football stadium, an idea that has been kicked around, Clark said: "That's not in my plan. I'm trying to survive with the sports we have." Clark later added: "If I could find a financial institution that will provide me the opportunity to build a football stadium on $3 million a year of debt services, I would take it. But that's not going to happen."

The other sports, in addition to football and men's and women's basketball, that will remain include men's cross-country, golf, soccer, and tennis; and women's cross-country, fencing, field hockey, gymnastics, lacrosse, soccer, tennis, volleyball, track, and indoor track.

The money saved will be used to make conditions better for athletes in the remaining sports, Clark said. It will be pumped into more scholarships for women's sports and more funding for coaches. It also will go into sports medicine and better strength-and-conditioning training for athletes. Athletes also will receive more academic counseling and support, and summer-school tuition, Clark said.

With the move, Temple became the latest school to make deep cuts in its sports programs. Robert Morris University in Western Pennsylvania announced earlier this week that it was cutting seven Division I programs. Rutgers University eliminated six sports after the 2006-07 school year, and the University of Maryland slashed eight sports in 2011.

Temple coaches, whose contracts will be honored through June, were told of the decision in one-on-one meetings early Friday afternoon. Later Friday, a meeting was held for student athletes whose sports were cut.

Clark pointed out that of the 11 schools in the American conference, only one other, the University of Connecticut, has 24 sports teams. The other schools offer 16 to 19 sports, with an average of 18.

"These schools that have 18 are able to provide a lot more resources per student athlete than we are," Clark said. On average, Temple spends $1.8 million per sport, placing it eighth among the 11 conference teams, he said.

Temple's athletic facilities, locker rooms, and equipment for a number of programs are in poor condition compared with other schools, Clark said.

The decision to eliminate men and women's rowing is in large part due to lack of a proper facility. Temple had shared a canoe club that was condemned, and since that time, its program has operated out of tents along the Schuylkill next door to St. Joseph's University's relatively new boathouse.

Temple's men's crew team won 20 of 22 varsity eight titles in the prestigious Dad Vail Regatta between 1983 and 2004. "Temple's crew has had a very rich tradition for the last four decades, and I can't help to think that the new regime at Temple being from Indiana University didn't/wouldn't get that," Mike Moore, a Temple Olympic rower and member of the Temple Athletics Hall of Fame said in an e-mail.

One women's crew member expressed the concerns of many of the athletes. "We don't know what's going on right now, we're just in shock," senior Blair Bradley said.

Logistics came into play for Temple's baseball and softball teams, which face a two-hour round trip to Ambler daily for practice and games because there is no field on campus, Clark said. Baseball, he noted, also is one of the most expensive sports to maintain because of the travel, outfitting, equipment, and number of competitions. Some of its most well-known alumni include major leaguers include Bobby Higginson, John Marzano, and Jeff Manto.

The university has no facility for its track and field team so all of its competitions are on the road, Clark said. The men's and women's gymnastics teams are working in a facility that isn't really big enough for both, he said.

The university chose to spare women's gymnastics and more women's sports in general in part because of Title IX, a federal regulation which requires equal participation, athletic scholarships, and support for male and female athletes. Temple has been out of compliance for years. It has three percent more male athletes than female but 58 percent of its scholarship money goes to men. Temple's student body is 51 percent female.

"With these changes, we will be in compliance with Title IX," Clark said.

The overall changes have been in the works for months, said Clark, a veteran athletic official with a background in finance who arrived at Temple in November 2012. Clark, who previously worked in athletics at Indiana University, was brought to Temple by president Neil D. Theobald, who also came from Indiana University. Clark previously worked for the NCAA and St. Louis University.

While some questioned Temple's decision to announce the plan just before it closes for the semester, Clark responded: "There's no good time."

Temple's overall sports budget

Savings from eliminated programs

Coaching positions eliminated

Contributing to this article were Inquirer staff writers Mike Jensen, Matt Breen, and Joe Juliano.

question: How many sports programs did Temple University eliminate?

answer: Seven sports program.

question: What reason(s) did the school officials give for such drastic measures?

answer: The staff cited woeful facilities and federal regulations as some of the reasons.

question: What will Temple University use the money saved from the eliminated sports for?

answer: The university plans to use to rejuvenate other sports.

question: Is Temple University the only institution to make these deep cuts?

answer: No, but it is the latest one to do so.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Temple University just cut seven out of its 24 intercollegiate sports programs. Some of the reasons the school cited are: woeful facilities, federal regulations on equality, and costs. The university plans to use some of the saved money to rejuvenate other sports on campus. Temple University is the latest in a line of higher institutions that have recently made deep cuts.


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LOS PASTELES VERDES was a Latin pop group most popular in the 1970s. They originated in Chimbote, Peru, but performed for many years in Mexico.[1]

History

Los Pasteles Verdes was founded by guitarist Víctor Hugo Acuña and keyboardist Cesar Acuña, who are brothers; they had previously played together in The Jeekstones and Los Benkers.[2] In 1973 they formed Los Pasteles Verdes with Singers: Aldo Guibovich, German Laos, drummer Jorge Luis Principe, bassist Miguel Moreno, and percussionist Juan Vásquez. Their first hit, a success across Latin America, was “Angelitos Negros”, which preceded the release of their debut _Recuerdos de Una Noche_.[3] Among their later hits were “Hipocresia” and “Esclavo y Amo”.

The group made a significant impact on the Mexican and Mexican-American musical markets in the late 1970s.[4] For part of the 1970s and 1980s they were based out of Mexico. They toured Japan in 2007.[5]

Members

Current

-   Hugo Acuña
-   Dubbie Acuña
-   Richie Acuña
-   Kike Gamez
-   Victor Hugo Acuña Jr.

Former

-   German Laos
-   César Acuña
-   Tommy Lamas
-   Tito Cerna
-   Jorge Luis Príncipe
-   Miguel Moreno
-   Juan Vasquez
-   Adan Zavaleta
-   Guillermo Araujo
-   Raul Padilla
-   Aldo Guibovich
-   Fernando Arias

[1] Drago Bonacich, [ Los Pasteles Verdes] at Allmusic

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[4] p. 60. Alejandro Luis Madrid-González, _Nor-Tec-Rifa: Electronic Dance Music from Tijuana to the World_. Oxford University Press, 2008.

[5] Los Pasteles Verdes visitaron Japón. IPC Digital, February 8, 2007.

title: Los Pasteles Verdes

question: Where are Los Pasteles Verdes from?

answer: They originated in Chimbote, Peru, but performed for many years in Mexico.

question: What happened in 1973?

answer: Brothers Victor and Cesar formed Los Pasteles Verdes with singers, Aldo Guibovich and German Laos, drummer Jorge Luis Principe, bassist Miguel Moreno, and percussionist Juan Vásquez.

question: List the current members of the band?

answer: Hugo Acuña, Dubbie Acuña, Richie Acuña, Kike Gamez, and Victor Hugo Acuña Jr.

question: What was the band's most popular song?

answer: Their first hit song was called "Angelitos Negros", but the article doesn't say which is their most popular song.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the band Los Pasteles Verdes, who were most popular in Mexico in the 1970s. The band was founded in Peru by brothers Victor Hugo Acuna and Cesar Acuna, but in 1973 is when the band was officially formed. They made a significant impact on the Mexican and Mexican-American musical markets in the late 1970s.