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JOSEPH LOUIS RAUH JR. (January 3, 1911 – September 3, 1992) was one of the United States' foremost civil rights and civil liberties lawyers. He was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation's highest civilian honor, by President Bill Clinton on November 30, 1993.

Background

Rauh was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, the son of a German Jewish immigrant shirt manufacturer.[1] He did not follow in his father's footsteps, however, shirking textiles for Harvard University. There, he played center for the Ivy League school's basketball team. He graduated magna cum laude with a degree in economics in 1932, continuing his education at Harvard Law School, where he finished first of his class.[2]

Career

After clerking at the Supreme Court with Justice Benjamin N. Cardozo,[3] Rauh eventually was commissioned into the Army at the rank of lieutenant in 1942, working as a lend-lease expert in the midst of World War II. He served in civil affairs in the Pacific. He ultimately reached the rank of lieutenant colonel. He returned to Washington after the war and worked in private practice, focusing his efforts on fighting for civil liberties. He was general counsel for labor leader Walter Reuther and the United Auto Workers, handling much of the UAW's civil liberties policy.[4]

Civil rights

[March on Washington on August 28, 1963, showing Joseph L. Rauh Jr. (center), with Martin Luther King Jr. (left), Whitney Young, Roy Wilkins, A. Philip Randolph, Walter Reuther, and Sam Weinblatt.] Rauh is best known for his championing of various civil rights causes.

In 1947, he helped found Americans for Democratic Action, alongside Eleanor Roosevelt, Walter Reuther, and Hubert Humphrey, among others.

Starting as a Democratic National Convention delegate in July 1948, he was a leader that year in writing up the civil rights plank for Humphrey. In the letter of support promoting his award of the Presidential Medal of Freedom, its authors described the plank as “the foundation for all of the human rights and equal protection laws that have since been enacted.”[5]

On September 12, 1948 (a Sunday) at 8:30 PM, Elizabeth Bentley appeared again the first-ever television broadcast via WNBT of NBC's _Meet the Press_ and was the first interviewed. Journalists included: Nelson Frank, Inez Robb, Cecil Brown, and Lawrence Spivak. Cecil Brown asked her three times whether she would accuse William Remington of being a communist outside of congressional protection, she finally did so. Joseph Rauh defended Remington before a Truman Loyalty Review Board.[6]

In 1959, Rauh successfully represented Quaker printer David H. Scull before the US Supreme Court in _Scull v. Virginia ex rel. Committee on Law Reform & Racial Activities_, which concerned aggressive and unclear questioning by the pro-segregation chairman of a Virginia legislative committee, which had led to a contempt citation the Supreme Court overturned.

Rauh also lobbied Congress for the passage of many civil rights bills, having a hand in the passing of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, the Voting Rights Act of 1965, and the Civil Rights Act of 1968. In addition, he fought against McCarthyism and was a long-time executive board member of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People.[7]

Personal life

Rauh died in 1992 and was survived by his wife of 57 years, the former Olie Westheimer, and two sons, B. Michael Rauh and Carl S. Rauh and three grandchildren.[8]

His son, Carl S. Rauh, a Columbia University and University of Pennsylvania Law School graduate and lawyer in private practice, served as the United States Attorney for the District of Columbia from 1979 to 1980 and was nominated by President Ronald Reagan as a member of the District of Columbia Judicial Nomination Commission in 1986.[9]

Awards

-   In 1993 he was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by Bill Clinton.
-   In 1983 he received the Franklin D. Roosevelt Four Freedoms Awards for the freedom of speech.[10]

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title: Joseph L. Rauh Jr.

question: Who was Joseph Louis Rauh Jr.?

answer: He was one of the United States' foremost civil rights and civil liberties lawyers.

question: What award did Joseph Louis Rauh Jr. receive by President Bill Clinton?

answer: He was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation's highest civilian honor by President Bill Clinton in 1993.

question: What did Rauh help find in 1947?

answer: With the partnership of Eleanor Roosevelt, Walter Reuther, and Hubert Humphrey and others, Rauh helped find the Americans for Democratic Action.

question: In which acts did Rauh have a hand in passing?

answer: Rauh had a hand in passing the Civil Rights Act of 1964, the Voting Rights Act of 1965, and the Civil Rights Act of 1968.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the life and accomplishments of Joseph Louis Rauh Jr., one of the United States' foremost civil rights and civil liberties lawyers. Rauh's personal life is also discussed in this article.


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Sometimes when I can’t sleep I find myself turning on the light, to burn through every shadow in every crevice. However, tonight I decided I should stay under my covers for protection.

Something just knocked on my door—it’s not uncommon though. I’m always convinced it’s real, but nobody ever ends up knocking again.

My least favorite time of the year is the middle of October. When the rain starts, the leaves fall, the shadows thrive, and haunted decorations are abundant. Have you ever seen the silhouette of a claw fenced by dim moonlight at the other end of your room? Only to find that when you trace it back to the source, it’s just a shredded leaf chained to the window by hydrogen bonds. October is dreadful, mainly because October is when my insomnia returns. It becomes difficult determining what time it is, and even worse, reality from nightmare. Sometimes I am startled awake in a nightmare, convinced it’s reality. Then I find myself again startled awake by the clash of wind-blown leaves on my window.

A few minutes later I hear it again, the most terrifying three knocks I’ve ever heard—knock, knock, knock. It has to be real. I should just wait for it to go—KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK—away. Between me and the shadows that surround me, the shimmer of moonlight coming through the dampened window, the chaotic air—CRASH—and the famished anxiety.

The anxiety slices through my blanket, through my skull, and releases a flurry of images in my head; IT’S A MAN, a man that will kill for the sake of pleasure, for the feeling of a knife puncturing the skin, for the sweet crack of a skull, for the cascade of hot blood pouring from every wound.

My imagination shifts, perhaps a werewolf? The weight of each footstep might as well be one, each one gets louder—thump, creak, **thump, creak, THUMP, CREAK**. I hear the abrasion of its claws dragging along the stucko layered walls in my hallway. But when it gets to my door, all sounds halt.

An echoing silence fell about my room. After a short while the anxiety has left and I can finally get some fresh air. I ease off the cover and discover everything to be normal. The claw still sits, the rain pitter patters, and the shadows are still dragging themselves through the light.

A wave of relief briefly falls over me, only I don’t recall leaving a crack in my door. I didn’t leave a crack in my door. I open my pupils and grasp every photon from every shadow that resides in my room.

I feel a faint tug of my quilts and instantly slip back into my imagination, the Boogie

Man? The Grim Reaper? A Werewolf? I try to heave my sheets back over me, but there’s resistance on the other end—my eyelids stapled shut. The blanket gets heavier and harder to keep hold. It’s stronger than me. My hands slip and I can hear a tear echoing from the other ends of the sheets. The weight of something presses on my bed by my feet, the mattress begins to sink towards them. It’s starting to crawl up my bed, crawl over me. Every crawl closer creates a new valley next to me, starting from down at my feet, to my knees, to my hips, torso, face.

It hovers over my body. My senses heighten and I can feel the warmth of it engulfing me. The breath of it is heavy and offbeat, maniacal. A drop of saliva drags down my face. I force myself to open my eyes, there’s no other way to stay sane.

I expose my eyes and everything is still black—the image is still being focused. Eyes start to creep into the picture, but everything else is still being pieced together. Still trying to gather as much light as it can. I start to see the outline of its head; then its teeth, the creeping benevolent shining smile—the teeth of a man.

His face edges closer to mine, until he’s less than an inch from mine. He pauses and stares through me—as if to avoid a sense of pain. In the split seconds that I tried to piece his face together, I didn’t notice him scuttle his hands closer. They are on my neck with pressure.

The squeeze comes quickly and suddenly as a boa constrictor would strangle its prey. It’s impossible to escape, no matter how much I struggle. The smile just gets brighter. His face lights up, but the picture of his face reverses. Shadows smother his smile, then his skin, then
the outline of his skull, leaving only his eyes.

I wake up, only to find myself still intact. In a cold sweat I analyze my body; nothing but unscathed flesh. My body feels like there have been no wounds, cuts, stabs, burns, tears, rips, or punctures of any sort on it. It’s all the same; everything in my rooms back to normal, serene. I look at the clock and it see that little time has passed—although it’s difficult to tell on these rainy days. It’s only 1:42 A.M. I must’ve fallen asleep about an hour ago. I sit up on the side of my bed, listen to the crackle of rain calming down outside, and see the shadows still dancing about; there is no leaf greeting me anymore, I am home. I stand up to go turn the light on, rub my eyes, stretch, and start walking towards the switch.

I freeze, staring to the corner of the room. My heart starts racing again, almost as if I were in another dream. Next to the light switch something is out of place. Right next to my door stands a sliver of light peaking its head through the opened crack. I don’t recall leaving my door open.

title: [TH] Light Standing in the Doorway

question: Summarize the main conflict.

answer: The main conflict of the story is the narrator's fear when they begin to hear noises in their house as they try to sleep. Their increased anxiety makes them believe that the source could be from a man, a werewolf, the boogie man, or the Grim Reaper. The noises get closer, and he begins to feel something crawl up his bed. His fear mounts, and he eventually realizes the noises belong to a smiling man who tries to choke him.

question: Summarize the interaction between the narrator and the man?

answer: The narrator feels something crawling on his bed that's stronger than him. It hovers over his body with maniacal breath, and saliva drips on his face. He realizes it's a man who has a benevolent smile. The man begins to choke the narrator and smiles even brighter.

question: What does the story say about anxiety?

answer: The story shows that anxiety can make people assume something is happening when it's not. When the narrator hears knocking and thumping, their anxiety makes them imagine they are hearing a werewolf, the boogie man, and the Grim Reaper. Their anxiety initially makes them believe it's a man out for blood, which ultimately turns out to be true. Their anxiety though out the night causes their senses to heighten, their body to warm, and their heart race.

question: What does the story say about nature?

answer: The narrator dislikes October because the rain starts, the leaves fall, and shadows thrive as it gets darker. They find it hard to tell what time it is at night when it's one of those rainy days. They often mistake a wind-blown leaf on the window as some sort of monster.

question: What does the text say about the benefits of facing your fears?


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_MassLive_

BY JACQUELINE TEMPERA | MASSLIVE.COM

Boston Mayor Marty Walsh told victims of gun violence to "stop blaming police," urging them to instead "man up" and cooperate with investigators.

Walsh gave a heated interview to reporters following a violent July Fourth that left one man dead and another four injured in Dorchester. Gun fire broke out just steps from a party where children were playing in a bouncy house.

_NECN Twitter_

In an NECN video posted Thursday, Walsh demanded victims of gun violence start talking to police.

"Last night, I think we had four or five people shot," Walsh said. "The thing that's frustrating about it, not one of them are talking. No one wants to say anything. You didn't see anything? You got shot and you didn't see anything?

"The people that got shot ... you need to step up and talk about who shot you and stop blaming the police and blaming the community and blaming society," he said. "If you got shot by a gun and you know who it is, then you need to help us out."

Walsh later posted a statement to Twitter after his comments drew some outcry.

Officers were called to 85 Fayston St. in Dorchester at about 7 p.m. on July Fourth after a fight at a party spilled out into the streets. Four men were shot, one suffering critical injuries, according to police.

The victims range in age from 22 years old to one man in his late 40s, according to police.

Hours later, police returned to the neighborhood. Officers were called to Brookford and Dacia Streets - less than a mile from the first scene - where they found a man who had been shot and killed. Late Tuesday night 31-year-old  Luis Martin Pinales-Perez was shot and killed on Crawford Street in Roxbury, police said.

Both Walsh and Boston Police Commissioner William Evans have expressed frustration over a lack of information in these and other shootings. This is a persistent problem - data published in

showed that 96 percent of gunmen involved in non-fatal shootings are never arrested.

At a press conference in May, Evans said police would focus on kids shooting other kids during the summer months. The city has seen an increase in fatal shootings this year - with 21 people dead, according to Boston police data. This is a 50 percent increase from the 14 shooting deaths in Boston at this time in 2017.

As of July 5, there had been 83 total shootings in Boston, down from 101 at this time in 2017. Stabbing deaths have also risen, according to the data.

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_Jacqueline Tempera | jtempera@masslive.com_

In the Thursday interview, Walsh said he was frustrated.

"You are going to hurt somebody else," he said. "If you want to kill each other - it's a horrible thing, and I don't want to stand here as mayor and say, you know, we're justifying that - you kill each other. But what happens is you kill an innocent person and you disrupt a whole community, and you send the wrong message to young people and you send the wrong message to children in the neighborhood who want to enjoy the fireworks."

"It's time for the kids that are active in the game out in the neighborhood to step up, man up, and start to take responsibility for who they are and nevermind this coward's way out of shooting each other and not telling anybody," Walsh continued. "If somebody shoots you, you gotta talk about who shot you, if you can, unless you're dead, and then if you're dead you can't say who shot you because you're not here to talk about it, and then that's a real problem."

Walsh's language has been criticized as 'victim blaming" by some in the city. Some argue police are not building strong enough relationships with community members involved in gun violence - making the victims afraid to talk.

Mayor Walsh later responded through a statement issued on Twitter late Friday afternoon.

question: Describe Marty Walsh's comments about gun violence.

answer: In an interview, Marty Walsh stated that the victims of recent shootings needed to stop blaming the police, the community, and society. Instead, they ought to tell the police who it was that shot them.

question: Summarize the shooting incidents that took place on July 4th.

answer: A fight at a party spilled out into the streets in Dorchester and four men were shot. One of the men suffered critical injuries. The victims ranged from 22 years old to one man in his late forties. Hours later, police returned to the neighborhood and found a man who had been shot and killed.

question: Who is William Evans?

answer: The Boston Police Commissioner

question: Why did Walsh say he was frustrated in the Thursday interview?

answer: He was frustrated because the victims of the shootings refused to disclose the identities of the people who shot them.

question: Describe the backlash to Walsh's statements.

answer: He has been criticized for "victim blaming".

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: On July 4, multiple shootings occurred in Boston. Four men were shot after a fight in a party spilled out into the streets, and a man was shot dead in a separate incident. Following the incidents, Boston Mayor Marty Walsh criticized the surviving victims for refusing to discole the identities of their shooters. His comments drew criticism for "victim blaming".


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KENTUCKY ROUTE 361 (KY 361) is a state highway in Hardin County, Kentucky, that runs from U.S. Route 31W in Elizabethtown the entrance to Fort Knox at Bullion Boulevard.

Major intersections

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title: Kentucky Route 361

question: Where is Kentucky Route 361?

answer: Hardin County, Kentucky.

question: Where does the route run?

answer: From Route 31W in Elizabeth Town to Fort Knox.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Short description of Route 361 in the USA.


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I don't know exactly where to put this but its my crazy ramblings from being high as a fucking kite by myself for the first time in a long time and i felt the urge for some reason. never done this before. ill tell you upfront its longer than than an old ladies cooch is dry but just give it a shot. and im too fucked up and too tired to figure out how to properly post this and i dont care to hear about it so please dont waste your time talking about for my sake thanks and good night

Ravings of a crazy man

    I get in the truck
    Just saw my buddy
    I like my buddy
    Hes a cool ass guy
    Hes a real fucking hippy though
    like weed selling
    But real old school hippy
    When they could still often bee seen as real fucking good guys
    Standing up proudly for what they know is right
    Not just drugs
    Like the media wants people to see to day
    But for everything that is right
    Right in the old school sense
    In the old school manly sense
    I would trust him with my dog
    I fucking love my dog
dog you are a champ
    You are not a dog
    Youre a god damn person
    Look back
    Dog is in truck bed looking at me
    Smiling
    Fuck the police
    Wtf happened to police
    They used to be good guys
    I used to want to shake their hand
    All of them
    I know lots of police
    My dad uncle cousin gramps
    Close friend close friends dad
    All cops
    I have asked on many occasions about times they have pulled people over who were slightly drunk
    Let them go
    Told them don’t let it happen again
    No god damn auto breathalyzer sobriety test
    Wtf is that bull shit
    God damned it
    Ass holes
    Are all those men I knew just the only good guys out there
    Manly men
    Doing what they fucking know is right and even my cousin who was just recently a cop
    Same story
    God damn good man
    A mans man
    Guy I look up to
    Just like 90% of the men in my family
    Im so fucking lucky
    Holy shit
    Wtf happened
    It never used to be like this
    Back in the day
    Yea like when my dad was growing up
    My dad
    God damned good guy
    Always has and always will do what is right
    Stands up for what is right
    Countless stories from my child hood of dad sticking his ass out to help people
    Minority culture
    He saw best in
    Turned down many  much higher payin jobs
    A real fucking man
    A good guy
    Wtf
    Why don’t those guys make it big
    What do good guys get out of it
    I guess I can see why people aren’t
    Not as often I mean
    Like my family
    Im just so god damned lucky
    Holy shit
    Thank god
    But not the Christian god
    Just god the one behind all the crazy shit
    Until they prove there are other parallel universes with similar properties
    Ill believe in something behind this fucking outrageously small chance that we are here
    Im crazy
    But I genuinely think about this shit allthe time
    Should have wtore this down before
    But who gives a shit really im sure every other person in those cars could be thinkg similarly crazy thoguhts
    Right
    Yea, that’s why im full of shit
    Nah just a little crazy
    Some how I justify and string all this nutty shit
    From point to point
    But all related
    At least I think
    Man
    The brain
    Holy shit
    Do animals think this shit?
    No fucking way
    Do monkeys?
    No fucking way
    How are we so different
    Where are we from
    This chance is just to god damned fucking small if you are offended by the god damned then I don’t want to hear about it
    I know its hypocritical of me and im ok with that
    Im can be a little bit of a piece of shit
    I always try to do whats right
    Helped my buddy move till late real fucking late like much closer to daylight than midnight
    Two other dudes bounced out
    I could see why they did
    Under stand
    Shit sucked
    But why wouldn’t i?
    Something better to do?
    Friend needed help
    What else to say
    Im actually writing this
    Crazy
    Never done this shit before
    English teacher would be so god damn proud
    Haha
    Maybe ill send it to her
    That bitch best not show anyone
    That’s fucked up
    She doesn’t deserve to be called a bitch
    One of the sweetest fuckign ladies ive ever met
    Like your grandma
    My grandma
    Grandmas that is
    Just as badass and old school women as miss kitty
    Sweet as their cakes but
    Sharp as god damned razor
    and always stand up for what is right and just
    im so lucky
    it blows my mind
    but im sure lots of people have the same luck
    why is that
    that’s bull shit
    that guy who is behind our small chance
    fix this shit
    im torn because that doesn’t make sense
    Wtf

title: Feeling Crazy FIXED

question: What mood is the author trying to evoke?

answer: One of disjointed thoughts, like those of someone who's really high.


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This was an exercise for a creative writing class I did a while back. We had to emulate a famous author/poet and describe how to make something. I won't say who I emulated, but I do hope it reads well.

Critique is also welcomed.

**Freezer Tray Popsicles**

* 1. Your favorite fruit juice
* 2. Freezer Tray
* 3. Freezer
* 4. Seran Wrap
* 5. Popsicle sticks/Toothpicks

**Preparation**

Take your favorite fruit juice and pour it into the tray. Tightly cover the top of the tray with seran wrap. After making sure the wrap is completely covering the freezer tray, insert toothpicks/Popsicle sticks into the center of each “cube.” Put in the freezer for an hour or two, and voila, you’ve got popsicles.

TRUE! Neverous, very, very horrifically nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? This state had sharpened my senses, not erased nor dulled them. Above all was the sense of taste acute. I could taste all things in the heaven and in the earth. I’ve tasted many things in heaven, and even more in hell. How then am I mad? Hark, and observe how healthily, how calmly I can tell the whole story.

I know not why the idea entered my brain, but perhaps it was the dreadfully sweet and deathly chilling taste that haunted me for a fortnight. There was no passion nor was there reason for spite, but I think it was his charm. YES! It was this. Whenever I heard him speak the words,” OH YEA!” my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, I made up my mind to rid myself of the man, at least for a while.

This is my point. You fancy me mad. Mad thirsty men know nothing. But you should’ve seen how wisely I proceeded—with that caution—with what foresight, with what dissimulation, I went to work! I trekked out to the nearest shopkeep and bought my tools, one by one to avoid suspicion. Nightly, I’d peek my head into the refrigerator, making sure the poor fool was sleeping. Would a madman come during daylight, to be once again tortured by his cries of “OH YEA!”?

Upon the eighth and final night, I peeked in as I had always done, to see the man sleeping peacefully, knowing full good and well that he’d not cry a sound soon enough. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph; what with the plan I’d made, and I chuckled at the idea that I’d finally won. Perhaps he heard me, causing him to toss and turn in his sleep. Now, you may think that I turned back, but no, the insides were still pitch black as the switch had not been switched to shed light upon my devious mayhem. Suddenly an itch took hold, and whilst I went to silence the demon, the door had opened full swing, and the man sprang out of bed and cried, ”OH YEA!”

I’d enough of his dastardly cries, and rather than hide, I sprang into action. I grabbed my freezer tray and lay it on the counter, and with the speed of light flooding my hands, I grabbed him by the handle and hastily poured his sweet blood into the tray. He began to groan “Oh~!” but before he could, I sealed his doom with the see-through fate of Seran wrap. Muffled, I could hear him still; the sound haunted me, so I grabbed the nearest toothpicks and proceeded to bury them into the blood of the evil bastard. I had won.

My hands stained with his crimson blood, I stowed him away in the freezer, to let his blood chill. For a while, things were peaceful. I could sleep at night without a sound, and go throughout my day without the cursed words leaving his tongue. Yet if you still deem me mad, you will think so no longer, when I describe how the tale unfolds.

After a few hours, my flatmates returned and were looking to quench their thirst with a nice glass of Kool Aid. I smiled, for what had I to fear? The fiendish soul dwelled about no longer. They searched the refrigerator to no avail, and had politely asked where he might’ve gone. I bade them search the trash can and even the container he was stored in. Clean.

My manner had convinced them. I was at ease. Until I could hear his ghastly call once more. “OH YEA!” Rang throughout my mind, not my ears, and as each second grew, and as my flatmates decided to trek out to find one more, and as my heart began to pulsate with the ever chilling dread of the deed I’d committed, my mind just wanted them gone. Yet, they took their sweet time, and as I became white with dread, I could hear him crying out louder, Louder, LOUDER!—

“Villians!” I shrieked, “quest out no more! I admit the deed! Open that freezer!—here! Here!—it is the cry of Kool Aid popsicles!”

title: How to Make Freezer Popsicles

question: What temperature does this recipe require?

answer: Freezing or above.

question: With what does the narrator attack the man?

answer: A freezer tray, it seems

question: What does the man make with the tray?

answer: Popsicles from the man's blood.

question: What do the narrator's roommates want?

answer: Kool-aid.


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_KUEHNEODON_ is a genus of extinct mammal of the Upper Jurassic - Lower Cretaceous of Europe. It was a relatively early member of the also extinct order of Multituberculata. Members of this genus lived alongside such dinosaurs as Allosaurus. It belongs to the suborder “Plagiaulacida”, family Paulchoffatiidae. In addition, this genus is the only known member of a subfamily called Kuehneodontinae. It was named by Hahn G. in 1969, the name meaning “Kühne’s tooth” in honor of paleontologist Walther Kühne, pioneer of the Guimarota site of Portugal where remains were found in the late 1950s and early 1960s.

_Kuehneodon_ is the one genus of the taxon Paulchoffatiidae from the Guimarota site whereby the lower and upper jaws have been found united. These “exhibit the lowest number of derived characters (apomorphies), and are thus closest to the main evolutionary lineage of the multituberculates” (Hahn & Hahn 2000, p. 106).

The genus is based mainly upon remains of jaw, a number of species are recorded from Guimarota: _Kuehneodon dietrichi_ Hahn G, 1969; _K. dryas_ Hahn G, 1977; _K. guimarotensis_ Hahn G, 1969; _K. simpsoni_ Hahn, 1969 and _K. uniradiculatus_ Hahn, 1978. A further Upper Jurassic, Portuguese locality near Lourinhã, Porto das Barcas, has yielded _K. barcasensis_ Hahn G & Hahn R, 2001. Lower Cretaceous fossils have also been found in Galve, Spain. K. hahni Antunes, 1998 was reported from Paimogo, Lourinhã, by Miguel Telles Antunes.

title: Kuehneodon

question: Why did Hahn give the name Kuehneodon?

answer: Hahn G. named this genus in 1969 to honor paleontologist Walter Kuhne and means Kuhne's tooth. Kuhne was a pioneer of the site in Portugal where the fossil was discovered. The reference to tooth might be about the significant jaw of this genus where the upper and lower jaw is united, making it closely related to multituberculates.

question: What is the Guimarota site known for?

answer: The Guimarota site is located in a disused coal mine in Portugal. Remains were discovered there in the late 1950's and early 1960's. Kuehneodon was discovered at this site and it is the only genus discovered there where the lower and upper jaws are united. It is closest to the main evolutionary lineage of the multituberculates because of this trait. Various other species were also recorded at Guimarota and one was named for the place: K. guimarotensis.

question: What is the main idea of the last paragraph?

answer: This paragraph serves to give information on where the different species of the genus Kuehneodon were found and when and by whom they were named. It is significant that this genus is based upon jaw remains. Locations in Portugal and Spain are mentioned, viz. Guimarota, Porto das Barcas, Galve and Paimogo.

question: Explain what Upper Cretaceous - Lower Jurassic mean.

answer: It is the time period that the fossils age from. The Kuehneodon genus and the Allosaurus lived during these two time periods.


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     "The city is in a state of chaos. Monsters run rampant and there's no safe place to hide. The only thing left for me to do is run. Or, if you're like me, head right into the blazing city to search for someone. Not just any "someone" mind you. I've had a bone to pick with this guy for eight years. I'll admit, however, I'm a damn fool for coming to the city alone." A creature's roar is heard nearby. "Damn," Skylar begins running. The creatures are closing in on her as she runs through the remains of the ruined city. As she turns a sharp corner she suddenly collides with another person. The man falls back frantic as he too was running for his life. "Watch it you bloody moron! You want to die in this shit hole!?" The rant stops short as Skylar recognizes the man she collided with. To her shock and delight, it was just the person she was looking for.
     "Bradford, Avery Bradford is right here in front of me, and yet I can't just enjoy my revenge. Not yet anyway..." The creatures that were chasing both Bradford and Skylar take their stance on overturned cars, waiting to pounce. Skylar slowly reaches for the revolver on her hip and the sawed-off on her back. Bradford sat crying into his palms, apparently not the man he once was eight years ago. The creatures growled and finally made their move. The one above Bradford pounced first. Skylar quickly unloaded her revolver into the creature and it crumpled in front of Bradford, nearly crushing him. She then turned, both hands on her sawed-off, and pulled the trigger twice. Both creatures heads turned into cloudy messes of crimson. Skylar sighed, loaded her shotgun and revolver, and kept her revolver in hand while strapping the shotgun to her back once more.
     Skylar turned her head and saw Bradford standing up slowly, obviously surprised at the events that had just taken place. He looked at the bodies of the creatures, then to Skylar who's face was covered by a car's high beams. He slowly made his way towards her smiling and thanking her, but stopped short when Skyler stepped out of the high beam's light. Bradford's face turned from delight to horror at the realization of who this woman was. "B-but how? Why? You're, you're supposed to be dead." Skylar smirked, "You mean just like my sister? Like my father? I'm surprised you recognize me, but I am glad you do. That just makes this whole situation better."
     Bradford kneeled before Skylar and began pleading to leave him be. "Please, I didn't want to do it. That was the old me. I was desperate. I've learned my lesson, you don't need to do anything more." Skylar lifted her revolver and placed it in-between Bradford's eyes. "You were desperate? Desperate enough to rape a girl? Desperate enough to kill a protective father? No, you just wanted to satisfy your own desires and now when you're on the other end of the barrel, you regret those decisions. Funny how different you are now from when I first saw you." Bradford lifted his hands up, "Please, just tell me, why would you save me if you were just gonna end up killing me?" Skylar leaned in closer to emphasize the point she wanted to make. "You really think, that after eight years of searching I'm gonna let some freak-show do my job for me?  No, this was personal, and I'm seeing this through to the end. That's why I saved you."
     Bradford closed his eyes and waited for the end. Skylar reasserted herself and clicked the safety off. "Hope you enjoyed the last eight years. Time to say goodbye." As she uttered her last word the trigger pulled and all went silent. Skylar wiped tears from her eyes. She let the revolver fall from her grasp and turned to walk into the night.

title: Killing Monsters

question: What does the text say about where the monsters came from?

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

answer: The narrator is seeking revenge against a man named Avery Bradford. Eight years ago, he raped and killed the narrator's sister and killed her father. The narrator saves him from a monster and then kills him herself.

question: What does the text say about the creatures?

answer: Something has caused the world to be overrun with monsters. As a result, the city in the story is in chaos, and there is no place to hide. The monsters pursue humans in the city, but they can be killed by shooting them in the head.


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It wasn't that he was boring, but he had a grey disposition that lacked the color of spontaneity. Dez liked to race cars under the yellow glow of LA street lamps when Tory met him, but now people called him Desmond and he had no time for such impetuous acts. It's true that Tory had grown fond of the carte blanche that her black card afforded her and the charity dinners stimulated her, but the thrills in her life were limited by the creativity of the latest Bond film. She made a habit of reassuring herself how lucky she was, but she found herself increasingly difficult to convince. However, the thoughts of the comfort and safety Desmond provided were enough to calm most impulses.

They were staying in The Victoria in Rio. Tory had never liked her given name, although she could appreciate the refined qualities of this hotel; it was much nicer than the one they had stayed at just down the road a year before.

As he lowered his Wall Street Journal, Desmond glanced superficially out the window. He thought briefly about the misfortune of those in the favelas. They live each day without knowing when they might be caught in the crossfire of their existence, he concluded. His own life had gone exactly as planned. His pride was buoyed by his two Princeton degrees and an impressive CV that was anchored by his latest position as Chief Financial Officer. For a moment he thought about how lucky Tory must feel to have captured his attention, but then he reminded himself not to be too proud. Besides, she was as much a catch as he. Her beauty was more rare than the flawless yellow diamond on her left hand. She was the type of girl that would cause an ordinary man to choke on a conversation, yet he had bravely taken her up with charm and confidence.  "We're leaving in 5 minutes," Tory interjected. The humidity made her blouse stick to her curves and her sexuality was impossible to ignore. He couldn't remember where she had said they were going, but he pulled on his khakis and loafers.

When the old Volkswagen finally arrived at the top of the hill,the view was astounding. Marcelo, the tan, smooth-talking tour guide pointed out the geography below. Tory watched as his defined arms drew imaginary lines all over the bay and rugged peaks. It was truly a remarkable site. Marcelo and his partner were experienced in dealing with Americans; always the same questions about the safety of hang gliding. He would usually explain that in the wrong hands, the wing could be very dangerous but that they had some of the best safety records in the world. It was true that there had only been one accident before, and it was a result of a panicked passenger rather than the pilot.

Desmond was terrified. However, his face showed nothing but a confident expression. Through various nerve-wracking business interactions he had perfected the art of hiding his true feelings and he was glad to apply those skills in this situation. When they got in the beat up VW earlier that morning, Desmond asked Marcelo where they were headed. When he responded that they would be hang gliding over the city, Desmond immediately said there must be a mistake. "The mistake is that I married someone who can no longer excite me"  Tory blurted out. She was no longer satisfied by comfort, and as the words escaped her mouth Desmond felt a dull pain in his gut; the kind that comes when you realize a loved-one has been ashamed of you for longer than you would like to imagine. Now was his time to prove her wrong. He would be the first to go and when he got to the bottom he would demand that Tory respect him for the man he is.

Marcelo's partner would jump with Desmond. As she watched them suit up, Tory began to feel that maybe she had misjudged Desmond's complacency. She thought that he may just needed some encouragement to get out of his comfort zone; after all, he worked most days 9-5, and perhaps it was too harsh to blame him for wanting to relax. As she watched him jump she grew excited to see him at the bottom and share in the thrill of what she was about to endure.

As quickly as Dez had disappeared below the horizon of the cliff, she felt her legs give out and watched the ground race towards her. Marcelo had punched the back of her head and before she could regain her wits she was being dragged by her hair across the dirt launching pad and into the woods. They were alone, but she screamed as loudly as she could. Marcelo kicked her in the ribs. She continued to struggle as he ripped open her blouse to reveal her full breasts that he had been imagining all day and then he pulled her shorts around her knees. He grew tired of her screams so he flipped her over and shoved her face in the dirt.

As he landed on the beach, Dez felt an immense sense of relief and a rush of adrenaline like he hadn't felt since before he met Tory. He couldn't restrain himself from a spontaneous hug with his guide. As he looked back towards where they had come from he noticed that Victoria had yet to jump. "I knew she wouldn't have the guts to do it! She's all talk!" he exclaimed10 minutes later. He felt victorious. "Why don't you drop me back at the hotel so I can get a drink. I want Victoria to think about this on her own for a while." His guide obliged.

title: Jump (first short story)

question: What might have happened if Desmond refused to jump?

answer: If he refused to jump, then perhaps Victoria wouldn't have been dragged off and raped.

question: Why was Tory frustrated with Desmond?

answer: Because she felt he no longer did exciting activities with her.


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ALYSSA NICOLE PALLETT (born December 8, 1985) is a Canadian model, actress, and businesswoman. She is the former owner of 'The Sweet Ones', a vintage store in New York City.[1]

She is known for her brief career as an actress and glamour model in the United Kingdom and has been photographed by several well-known photographers, including Patrick Demarchelier and Los Angeles _Playboy_ photographer Josh Ryan.

Biography

Pallett was born in St. John's, Newfoundland, and grew up in Southern Ontario. She studied film-making at the New York Film Academy in London, as well as in New York City. She also studied acting in New York at the Stella Adler Conservatory.

'The Sweet Ones'

In 2009, at the age of 24, Pallett opened 'The Sweet Ones', a vintage store in Manhattan's Lower East Side. The store drew praise from many fashion critics and was featured in magazines such as _Harper's Bazaar_ Japan, The _Nylon_ Style Guide, and _Papermag.com_.[2] _Time Out New York_ selected the store for its “Best Indie Shops” Issue in 2010, and it was profiled as Critics' Pick in _New York_ magazine.[3]

The Sweet Ones is closed,[4] having been evicted from its commercial space in 2010.[5]

Acting and modelling career

[] Pallett was first known for her appearance in the 2006 film _American Pie 5: The Naked Mile_.[6]

In 2008, Pallett signed with the Samantha Bond Agency in the UK, known for discovering glamour model Jordan (Katie Price) and the BBC Three series _Glamour Girls_. She posed for _Vogue_ photographer Patrick Demarchelier and, in 2009, appeared in E! Channel's _The Girls Next Door_[7] after posing for _Playboy's_ “Girls of Toronto”.[8] In January 2010, she was selected for _Playboy_{{'}}s “Girlwatcher” interview, alongside British models such as Rosie Jones and Chanel Ryan.

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title: Alyssa Nicole Pallett

question: Who is Alyssa Pallett?

answer: She is a Canadian model, actress, and businesswoman.

question: What is the name of the store once owned by Pallett?

answer: The Sweet Ones. It was located in New York City and has since been closed.

question: What courses did Pallett study?

answer: She studied film-making in London and acting in New York.

question: Which film brought Pallett into the limelight?

answer: Her appearance in the 2006 film American Pie 5: The Naked Mile.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer:
Alyssa Nicole Pallet is a Canadian model, actress, and businesswoman. She has been photographed by popular photographers like Patrick Demarchelier and Josh Ryan.

Pallett studied film-making at the New York Film Academy in London. She also studied acting in New York at the Stella Adler Conservatory.

Pallett is first known for her appearance in American Pie 5: The Naked Mile.


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On 10 June 2014, the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIS) killed at least 670 Shia prisoners in an attack on Badush prison. ISIL first separated out the Sunni inmates before executing the remaining prisoners.[1][2] On 11 March 2017, the Popular Mobilization Forces announced that they had discovered a mass grave containing the remains of 500 prisoners executed by ISIS in the prison.[3]

Moreover, there were 39 Indian construction workers who were executed in the region.[4]

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title: Badush prison massacre

question: Describe the Badush Prison Massacre.

answer: ISIS massacred at least 670 Shia prisoners in an attack on the Badush prison on June 10, 2014.

question: Who discovered the graves?

answer: Popular Mobilization Forces discovered a mass grave of the prisoners of the Badush prison.

question: Who else was executed?

answer: 39 Indian construction workers were executed in the region too.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: ISIS entered the Badush prison premises on 10 June 2014 and executed over 670 Shia inmates. The graves of these inmates were discovered in 2017 by the Popular Mobilization Forces. Along with the prisoners, 39 Indian construction workers were massacred too.


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This piece was originally written in Swedish. I Found this english translation somewhere online a few years ago. It is the most powerful story I have ever read, and it moves me so very deeply each and every time read it. And I hope you will take the time to read it today.

Something is always lost in translation, but not too much I hope.

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*Stig Dagerman - To kill a child*

It is a fine day and the sun rests over the plain. Soon the bells shall sound, for it is sunday. Between a pair of wheat fields two youths have found a path that they've never trod before and in the plain's three villages the windowpanes are shining. Men shave in front of the mirrors on the kitchen tables and women slice bread for the coffee and children sit on the floors buttoning their jackets. It is the happy morning of an evil day, for this day a child shall be killed in the third village by a happy man. As yet the child sits on the floor and buttons its jacket and the man who is shaving says that today they shall take a boat trip down the river and the woman softly sings and serves the freshly sliced bread on a blue plate.

There falls no shadow over the kitchen and yet the man who shall kill the child stands by a red gas pump in the first village. It is a happy man who looks into the camera and in the glass he sees a small blue car and beside the car a young girl who laughs. While the girl laughs and the man takes the beatiful picture the gas salesman tightens the lid on the gas tank and say they will have a fine day. The girl sits down in the car and the man who shall kill a child takes his wallet out of his pocket and say they shall go to the sea and by the sea they'll rent a boat and row far, far out. Through the open windows the girl in the front seat hears what the man is saying, she closes her eyes and when she does so she sees the sea and the man next to her in the boat. He's not an evil man, he's content and happy and before he gets into the car he stands for a moment in front of the radiator which shines in the sun and he enjoys the shine and the smell of gas and bird-cherries. There falls no shadow over the car and the shining fender has no dents and it is not red with blood.

But at the same time as the man in the car in the first village slams shut the door to his left and starts the car the woman in the kitchen in the third village opens her cupboard and finds no sugar. The child who has barely had time to button its jacket and tied its shoes stands on his knees on the couch and sees the river winding its way between the trees and the black little boat that lies pulled up on the grass. The man who shall lose his child is finished shaving and is folding his mirror. On the table stands the cups of coffee, the bread, the cream and the flies. It is only the sugar which is lacking and the mother tells her child to run to Larson's and borrow a few lumps. And while the child opens the door the man shouts after it to hurry, because the boat waits on the beach and they shall row further out than they ever have rowed. When the child then runs through the garden it thinks all the time about the river and the boat and the fish who are swimming and nobody whispers to it that it has eight minutes to live and that the boat shall remain where it rests all day and many days thereafter.

It's not far to Larson's, it's only across the road and while the child runs across the road the little blue car enters the second village. It's a small village with small red houses and newly awake people who sit in their kitchens with their coffee cups raised and watch the car drive by on the other side of the hedge with a large cloud of dust trailing behind it. It goes very fast and the man in the car sees the apple trees and the freshly tarred telephone poles glimpse by like grey shadows. Summer flows through the windows, they race out of the village, they lie in the middle of the road nice and secure and alone - as yet. It's good to drive all alone on a soft, broad road and out on the plain it goes even better. The man is happy and strong and with his right elbow he feels his woman's body. He is not an evil man. He's hurrying to the sea. He couldn't hurt a wasp, and yet he shall soon kill a child. While they rush towards the third village the girl again closes her eyes and plays that she won't open them until they can see the sea and she dreams in harmony with the the soft bumps of the car about how serene it will be.

For so uncaring is life constructed that a minute before a happy man kills a child he is still happy and a minute before a woman screams with fear she can close her eyes and dream of the sea and the last minute of a child's life this child's parents can sit in the kitchen and wait for sugar and speak of their child's white teeth and about a rowing boat and the child itself can close a gate and start walking across a road with a few lumps of sugar wrapped in white paper in its right hand and this entire last minute nothing see except a long, shiny river and a broad boat with silent oars.

Afterwards it is all too late. Afterwards a blue car stands on the road and a screaming woman removes her hand from her mouth and the hand is bleeding. Afterwards a man opens a car's door and tries to stand upright although he has a hole of horror inside himself. Afterwards a few lumps of sugar lie randomly scattered in blood and gravel and a child lies unmoving on its belly with its face tightly pressed against the ground. Afterwards two pale-faced people who have not yet had their coffee run out of a gate and see a sight on the road that they shall never forget. For it is not true that time heals all wounds. Time does not heal a dead child's wound and and it heals very poorly the pain of a mother who has forgot to buy sugar and sends her child across the road to borrow some and just as poorly does it heal the grief of the once happy man who has killed it.

For he who has killed a child does not go to the sea. He who has killed a child goes quietly home and beside him he has a silent woman with her hand bandaged and in all the villages they pass they see not one happy person. All the shadows are very dark and when they part it is still under silence and the man who has killed the child knows that this silence is his enemy and that he will need years of his life to defeat it by shouting that it wasn't his fault. But he knows that is a lie and in his nights' dreams he shall instead wish his life back so he could make this single minute different.

But so uncaring is life against the man who has killed a child that everyting after is too late.

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This was written in 1948. It was created for The Swedish National Society for Road Safety, to raise awareness about road safety and it was an attempt to lower the speed of traffic on Swedish roads.

title: Stig Dagerman - To kill a child

question: What did the happy man do wrong in the unfortunate incident of the death of the child?

answer:
It was a fine day like any other with the happy man telling his child that they would be taking a boat down the river together. Both were excited about the trip. Somewhere else, a mother tells her child to run to Larson to buy some sugar.

Meanwhile, the happy man was in a hurry, telling his child to come quickly as the boat leaves in eight minutes. The happy and his child drove to the river, missing the sight of the child on a sugar errand. The car hit the child, killing it. If the happy man hadn't been in a hurry, this incident might not have happened.


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[Christopher Voelker] [Christopher Voelker with Hope Award]

CHRISTOPHER VOELKER (born February 2, 1961 in Los Angeles, California - Died September 11, 2014) was an American photographer.

General information

Voelker was a full-time wheelchair user due to a spinal cord injury (quadriplegia) from a high-speed, motocross accident at 16.[1]

He was predominantly self-taught, freelance studio photographer specializing in capturing counter-points of the human landscape in large-format (Hasselblad and Linhof), black and white. Hand developed prints which are an interpretation of his negatives are characterized by starkly voluptuous contrasts of body and space. The prints are expressions of something that is both personal and available for individual interpretation. With the arrival of digital photography it was a challenge that Voelker embraced. His true love, however, remained the mystery of emulsion; and film is the medium he reserves for his artistic output.

Major studios and TV networks

He became the first photographer with a mobility impairment to work professionally for major studios and TV networks such as Universal, Paramount, Touchstone, NBC, CBS, Lorimar Productions, UPN, WB and CW networks. Voelker has also photographed such artists as Mick Fleetwood, Billy Zane, Carmen Electra, Robert David Hall, Christina Applegate, Bow Wow, Beyoncé, Chris Burke, Brandy, Chingy, Omarion, Ruben Studdard, Fantasia, Angela Simmons and Tony Orlando.[2]

Publications

His work has appeared on national and international covers for magazines along with movie posters including _The Hollywood Reporter_, _V Life Magazine_, _Teen People_, _TV Guide_, _Angeleno Magazine_, _Zink Magazine_, _944 Magazine_, _New Mobility_,[3][4] _Mobilitá Magazine_,[5] _Jewel Magazine_[6] and _RYK Magazine_.

He has developed a penchant for photographing bookjackets and has completed over 20 different covers ranging from Mystery writers to a book by Holly Robinson Peete on a Woman’s guide to watching & understanding NFL football, titled _Get your Own Damn Beer I’m watching The Game_.[7]

His photographs have been exhibited in both Los Angeles and New York City and will be featured in his upcoming book of black-and-white studio nudes due to be published in November 2008 by Dennis McMillan Publications.[8]

Voelker Studio

Voelker worked for network gallery sessions, album covers and intimate portraits. He has spent the last 15 years at VOELKER STUDIO, a synergistic space in Northridge, California. Going through different physical experiences has given Voelker unique empathy and insights into things that other people don't see. He has become a photographer of humans.[9] Voelker was compiling “Portraits of Ability”.[10] The book, set for publication in 2009 celebrates the physicality of power as realized by personal accomplishment of disabled people.

Awards and prizes

-   1984 – _Photographer of the Year_ for his work in the Journalism State of California Magazine
-   2002 – _Annual Anthony Award for Best Cover, Print Magazine Design_ for the quality of his work
-   2013 - Christopher and Dana Reeve Foundation _Hope Award_ for his ongoing support to the disability community[11]

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title: Christopher Voelker

question: What health condition did Voelker have?

answer: Voelker was a full-time wheelchair user. This was due to a spinal cord injury. The specific kind of injury was quadriplegia. He got this injury in a high speed motor-cross accident, when he was 16. He died in 2014.

question: What profession did Christopher Voelker practice?

answer: Voelker was a self-taught freelance photographer specializing in capturing counter-points of the human landscape in large format black and white (Hasselbad and Linhof). He developed prints which are an interpretation of negatives characterized by starkly voluptuous contrasts of body and space. However when digital photography arrived Voelker embraced the challenge. He became the first major photographer to work with television networks, and has been published in at least 11 magazines, according to the article. He also photographed more than 20 different covers for book jackets.


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AJ GINNIS (born 17 November 1994)[1] is a Greek-American alpine ski racer. Ginnis specializes in the technical events of Slalom and Giant slalom. Ginnis made his World Cup debut on 22 December 2014.

Early life

Born in Athens, Greece, Ginnis grew up in Vouliagmeni. He started skiing at Parnassos Mountain at the age of 2. His father ran a ski school. He moved to Austria before moving to Vermont's famed Green Mountain Valley School , where he started to fine-tune his skiing.[2]

Career

Ginnis was named to the US Ski Team in the spring of 2012 at the age of 17. After tearing his ACL that following season he was able to climb the ranks and make his World Cup debut on 22 December 2014 in the Madonna di Campiglio Slalom. That same season Ginnis won the bronze medal in the Slalom at the World Junior Championships in Hafjel, Norway and continued to climb the ranks by securing podiums and wins at the European - Cup, North American - Cup, and National Championship events. During the 2016 - 2017 season Ginnis qualified to represent Team USA at the 2017 Alpine World Championships hosted by St. Moritz, Switzerland.[3][4] On 22 December 2016 he scored his first World Cup points finishing 13th in the Madonna di Campiglio Slalom. Ginnis' career has been plagued by injuries as he has received more than 5 surgeries on the same knee. Knee injuries kept him sidelined during the 2018 and 2019 seasons. In the 2020 season Ginnis raced for Dartmouth College while re qualifying for the US's World Cup team.

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title: AJ Ginnis

question: Who is AJ Ginnis?

answer: a Greek-American alpine ski racer

question: What is alpine ski racing?

answer: the article does not answer this question

question: Where did AJ Ginnis train?

answer: Vermont's Green Mountain Valley School

question: When did AJ Ginnis start skiing?

answer: at the age of 2

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: AJ Ginnis is a Greek-American alpine ski racer. Ginnis's career has been plagued by injuries.


text: There was once a strikingly beautiful young Lady who tragically and without warning had her Heart broken badly. She was so hurt emotionally by her former lover that desperation began to set in. She was distraught. She put on a beautiful red dress she had worn on their first romantic meeting, walked to the edge of a cliff on the Sea and plunged 111 feet into the icy Abyss below. The Daemons, Siren, and Leviathan beneath the water licked their fangs and waited to ravish her body and Soul, because they knew, as a suicide, the depths of Hell were pulling her down. Unfortunately for her, the Almighty would not protect her directly from what was happening as she sank helplessly into the depths, so instead a Diver was filled with Spirit and Inspiration. A Diver whose Soul was also lost somewhere between Heaven and Hell felt the anguish in her Heart, and as is his natural instinct he sank into the fire and water column leading to Hell. As he descended, the Viscious Sea creatures attacked him, but he tore them to shreds, and their ilk was disheartened. The pressure and heat of the Dive was very disorienting, but the Diver focused on her Spirit which was so passionately intense that it was illuminating his Path and drawing him in. Once the Diver reached her, he never let her go; she is his World now. They are bonded in Eternity. Now as you can imagine, he has brought her back to the Netherworld where their true journey begins. Together they will break free of any limitations, and their new Love will take them much higher, away from the darker depths of emotion that way heavy and Hellish.

title: The Diver and the Lady's Anguish

question: Describe the water column leading to Hell.

answer: That information can’t be found.

question: Who is the Diver?

answer: To save the Lady from the fires of Hell, the Almighty sends a Diver, filling him with Spirit and Inspiration.

question: Is the Diver human? Why is he so strong he can tear vicious sea creatures to shreds?

answer: The Diver probably was human at some point. His soul was lost somewhere between Heaven and Hell and now he lives in the Netherworld.

question: Who is he trying to save or get to?

answer: The Diver is trying to save a young Lady who committed suicide because of a broken heart.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer:
A young Lady jumps off a cliff 111 feet into the icy Abyss of the sea because her heart is badly broken.
Since the Lady committed suicide, the depths of Hell are pulling her down, and the Daemons, Siren, and Leviathan can't wait to ravish her body and Soul.
To save the Lady from the fires of Hell, the Almighty sends a Diver, filling him with Spirit and Inspiration, because He can't protect her directly.
The Diver, who lost his soul somewhere between Heaven and Hell, dives down and fights off vicious sea creatures, intense heat, and disorienting pressure to save the Lady.
The Lady's spirit guides the Diver and once he reaches her, he never lets her go. He takes her back to the Netherworld where they are bonded in Eternity.


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I was supposed to write a story pertaining to something we had read this year. It only needed to be 2 pages, but as it was the first creative assignment in 6 years, I was excited. What do you guys think?

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The Rise

Source of Inspiration: 1984 led to be an interesting story of an unfortunate member of society who was played into praising an overarching figure of power. The world described in this story is barren, bleak, and difficult for even the most stoic of individuals. I always considered what the situation of the world must have been in order to cause such a detrimental choice in leadership to be made. It is mentioned that the last well-known time period was the early to mid 40s, or the World War II era in England.  It is there that my story begins.

Chapter 1:

A crack in the wall formed, and dust fell on James’s head as the ground shook violently. The roar of the fires above gradually dissipated, but not before increasing the temperature in the stuffy little cellar a few more degrees. He quickly brushed it off, ignoring the ever-present drone of the engines above, and the quiet whimpering of his younger sister Amanda. *“That bomb was close”*, he speculated. *“A few yards closer and it would have been the end of us.”*  He took a moment to quietly thank whatever force had saved them, and then turned to his father next to him. He was an older gentleman, named Charles by his parents before him. Grown up on a farm in east Bristol, he eventually moved to London to take a “more civilized” job as a banker. Lines of worry, that had just formed over the past few weeks, divided his normally friendly face. He had some dirt smeared below his left eye, and he clutched his right hand with a small, dampened wash towel. His mother on the other side of him, named Helen by her parents, held his younger sister in her arms, gently patting her on the back and whispering a lullaby that James recalled fondly. She had always been a cold woman, eager to pass along gossip, but slow to become cordial to even her closest relations. The recent events however had seemed to change her, as she had taken the opportunity each day to check the neighbors, in the event that they would need assistance. Her blond hair was streaked with ash, and her dress, the one she had worn to church just that morning, was torn and matted. James turned around and sat back against the wall, holding his head in his hands. His head hurt, it hurt from the constant thundering, it hurt from the destruction, and it hurt from the heat. Most of all though, his head hurt as he tried to recall the events that had led them to today.

He wasn’t very old himself, fifteen as of last May, but he had enough of a mind about him to understand war when he saw it. Hitler had risen to power across the channel in a disheveled Germany, and quickly rebuilt its forces. He started sweeping across Europe, and he seemed a terrible force indeed. There had been talks, but the bombings had begun about 3 months ago, in early September. He struggled to remember the exact day, what he had been doing before the sirens wailed, their now all too familiar wail. He had been confused, he knew that, but he just couldn’t remember any more. He gathered it made no difference at the moment, and returned back to the little cellar that they had converted into an impromptu bomb shelter.

He listened closely. The sirens had stopped. There was still some noise, which was always true. The fires were never completely out, and there was always a building falling somewhere, but for the moment it seemed that it had quieted down. They had survived once again. He brushed past his mom, and went to the short stepladder that led to the trap door. He opened it, and looked out to the outside. It was early morning, but it was still dark. The orange glow of fires created a small light that marked the horizon, enough to see that the sky was clear of the ominous black dots. It reminded James of the sunrise, hazy, with smoke rising in the distance. “It’s clear” he called down, as he stepped out onto the blackened grass of their front yard.

He looked around; it appeared that their neighborhood had been spared some of tonight’s damage. The Meriwether’s apartment building was still standing. Before, an ominous monolith that the children had avoided, it was now a monument to perseverance and preservation. He kept looking, before he saw where the bomb had hit, as he had figured, not more than a dozen yards to their left. Most of their house was gone. He could see his bed hanging off of the second floor balcony, and the pipes of the water heater gushed onto the broken ceiling above. All that remained intact was most of the living room and the half of the kitchen with the stove. He heard his mother gasp behind him as she too observed the broken walls that they had once called home. His dad just looked on with grim silence. James reached down and picked up a ragdoll that had landed not far from him. He looked at it briefly, observing its crude construction, before handing it to his young sister who was no longer in her mother’s arms, but now quietly holding the hem of the church dress.

James’s father’s voice, though not loud, cut through the silence, “We need to find somewhere else.”

“But where can we go?” His mother asked, “We have nowhere else.”

“The Mulligans set up a shelter downtown, we’ll take our stuff there.”  James looked at his mother. He knew she had never liked the Mulligans; she found their constant generosity off-putting, however, looking back at the house, it seemed that they had little choice. “Okay,” she whispered quietly, “Let’s go.” James approached the ruins of his house. He found his army duffel bag under his nightstand and loaded it up with some of the basics, a blanket, his knife from his grandpa, his propaganda poster, and his collection of comic books. He worked his way back down the shattered staircase, and stood next to his father and sister until his mother arrived carrying an overstuffed suitcase of her own belongings. “Alright,” was all that his father whispered before they turned and set off down the street.

Chapter 2:

The shelter was dismal to say the best. It was cramped, overcrowded, and stank of unwashed laundry. Mrs. Mulligan had greeted them at the door and guided them to the cots that they would be sleeping in. They were lucky to have a place to go at all though, considering the number of people that had been displaced at this point. His father had told them to make the best of things, and to get comfortable. They weren’t going anywhere for a while.

James passed much of his time reading comic books, and whittling sticks that he found lying around. Occasionally they would go for a walk at the local park, but as the bombings continued, it was becoming difficult to be able to. Large sections of the city were closed off, as fire crews fought the incessant fires, and large buildings collapsed on each street. This wasn’t to say James didn’t make friends however. There were kids from all over the city here. Even though the Mulligans had only opened for the local area, they didn’t turn anybody away. One of his friends, Joe, had only escaped with his brother, John. They had been sleeping in the first floor when a bomb hit the chimney, killing both their parents. Joe was a stone-faced boy, a year younger than James. This was a stark contrast to John, who was boyish in appearance despite being nineteen. They would often play games of cops and robbers, or talk about life before the war. They all enjoyed sports, cricket in particular. James had focused most of his whittling recently on carving a set of wickets and a bat.

He enjoyed his time at the shelter. It was much better than attempting to scrape together the remnants of a life back in his old house. Yes, there he had more stuff, but there was no school, and there was the constant worry of having his home destroyed. It was odd, he thought, he had been so worried over the destruction of his home, that to have it finally happen seemed almost as if it was a relief. The fear of the unknown was gone, and replaced with certainty.  At least now he knew what would happen. There was an impromptu school that had been formed in the shelter, his father taught math, and there were some assignments he could do. It all helped to pass the time, as that was all there was to do. The days at the shelter seemed as if they would continue on forever.

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title: [MF] The Rise

question: What is James like?

answer: He is a young boy, about 15. He likes sports,  comics, and drawing. He seems affectionate toward his family. The war has made him mature for his age.

question: What is the relationship like between James and Amanda?

answer: He is her older brother, and he takes care of her.

question: What time period does this story take place in?

answer: In World War II-era Britain, circa the 1940s

question: Why was the family's home destroyed?

answer: It was bombed by the Germans because there is a war.

question: In which month was the home destroyed?

answer: December

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: James is a young boy whose family has to move to a shelter because their home is bombed by the Germans during WWII.


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The Senyuan Group has begun construction work on a 1 GW solar PV plant in China’s Henan province. An investment of CNY 10 billion is required for the project. Overall, the company has overly-ambitious plans to install 9.5 GW in China.

December 17, 2015

Senyuan, the parent company of Senyuan Electronics, has begun construction work on the massive solar PV project in Yuzhou, Henan province, middle China. The project requires an investment of CNY 10 billion (around US$1.5 billion), and will occupy an area of over 5,107 acres, when complete. No date has been given for commissioning.

In a separate deal, Senyuan intended to invest CNY 30 billion in the roll out of 3 GW of agro-solar PV projects in Lankao county, Henan province this May. However, the first phase was halted by the Yellow River Conservancy Commission, due to issues with its location on the river bed.

Senyuan additionally signed a contract with Lankao County for another, 3.5 GW, ground-mounted solar PV plant, and a framework agreement with Luoyang City for a 3 GW of PV projects. No details were available on these plans, and the company could not be reached for comment.

Despite Senyuan’s good relationship with the government, it is unlikely such ambitious project sizes will be fully realized. Rather, its plans will be scaled back as it seeks to implement them. It is pursuing opportunities in both nuclear and solar.

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question: What is the parent company of Senyuan Electronics?

answer: Senyuan.

question: How big of an area will the solar PV project in Yuzhou take up?

answer: 5,107 acres.

question: Where is Yuzhou?

answer: Henan province, middle China.

question: What opportunities other than solar is Senyuan pursuing?

answer: Nuclear opportunities.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The article discusses Senyuan Electronics new solar contracts in Henan province and Lankao County. These projects are quite large and the article speculates they may get scaled back a bit despite Senyuan's good relationship with the Chinese government.


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NEW LEFT 95 (Abbreviated: NK95 ) is a group of Lithuanian intellectuals and activists who launched their activities on 1 May 2007 with the declaration ‘New Left 95 Manifesto’, which brought together individual arguments on sociopolitical and cultural issues from the newer leftist perspective into the joint political stance of NK95. The preparation of the manifesto was coordinated by Dr Andrius Bielskis, a political philosopher with a PhD from Warwick University, who had returned to Lithuania after a lengthy spell of study and academic work in the UK in the summer of 2006.

During his presentation at the annual conference organized by “Santara Šviesa,” a mainstream liberal organization set up originally in the US by Valdas Adamkus, a former President of Lithuania, Andrius Bielskis urged for debate and political action to undo unjust political and social practices in Lithuania. The audience was left generally perplexed, but some younger participants, graduates of the Institute of Political Science and International Relations (TSPMI) in Vilnius, were inspired.

Already by December 2005 a group of Lithuanian university students along with a few other activists involved in the protest against the encroachment of privatization in public spaces in Vilnius (e.g. the movie theatre “Lietuva”) gathered at TSPMI for a conference where the Vilnius Leftist Club Manifesto was signed. This action paved a way for the initial consolidation of leftist activists.

During the autumn and winter 2006/2007, people from the two groups, joined by activists from other left-leaning groups and NGOs, came together, forming the core of the present day NK95. The final consolidation of the group came in June 2007, when the first NK95 conference was organized and set the tone for the further development. During the period of formation a virtual, email list based, organizational form was adopted as the most suitable for the formed community of practice.

The group now lists around 35/40 activists who each extend the reach of NK95 to many other groups and formally established organizations in Vilnius and other cities, thus sustaining a nationwide network for New Left public actions that are organized and coordinated by self-appointed and group-approved initiators of individual actions on an ad hoc basis which may involve also organizational gatherings, if required.

The main forms of action undertaken by NK95 activists are: formal statements (letters of opposition or support, declarations, signed public statements, group petitions or other group statements) and communications with a wider audience (press releases, posters, interviews, website, etc.).

The main objective of NK95, outside the most obvious, the popularization of the 45 theses of the NK95 manifesto, is to galvanize the political life in Lithuania by bringing to the fore of public debate leftist political values and ideas, with the hope that sooner or later the whole political mindset and with it political practice will shift leftwards, given the unforgiving social and political reality which demands a new left approach and ideas.

Thus, the group actively promotes the values of social justice, equality, individual and collective emancipation, as well as supporting a broader socially progressive agenda (e.g. gay rights). In order to achieve this aim two strategies are employed: 1) stirring up the debate by individual or group texts (mainly channeled through Internet news portals which allow more freedom of expression for non-staff writers as comparing to traditional media which are too corrupt), 2) organizing PR campaigns by indirect actions getting media and commentators involved in the cycle of self-denial, which helps to raise publicity for a particular issue. Another strategy for action which is being considered is organizing educational events, such as seminars, conferences or evening classes for the general public, where academic potential of NK is and can be tapped.

The first two pilot events organized under the banner of “New Left audience” featured Dr Kelvin Knight (London Metropolitan University, Britain) and Mr Svenn Arne Lie (Bergen University, Norway) as the main speakers, showing the potential of such form of public action because of the enormous interest received not only from the Lithuanian leftist organizations but also from the general public. Being aware of the limitations that any voluntary social formation faces as well as being dependent solely on individual goodwill and contribution of its members, NK95 has taken a course towards establishing international contacts at the international scene in order to be able to sustain its activism on the basis of co-sharing of resources via contact network. For that reason the Manifesto has been translated into German, English and French and contacts have been established with intellectuals from the UK and Norway as the first step towards the rebirth of the international New Left.

title: New Left 95

question: What does the text say about how people can join the New Left 95?

question: What does the text say about the main objective of the New Left 95?

answer: The main objective of NK95 is the popularization of the 45 theses of the NK95 manifesto. They want to galvanize the political life in Lithuania by bringing leftist political values and ideas to the forefront of public debate. NK95 hopes that the political mindset will shift leftwards.

question: What does the text say about the group's values?

answer: The group actively promotes the values of social justice, equality, individual and collective emancipation, and supporting a broader socially progressive agenda. NK95 aims to do this by employing three strategies. The first strategy is by stirring up the debate via group or individual texts. The second strategy is by organizing PR campaigns by indirect actions to get media and commentators involved in the cycle of self-denial. The third strategy is by organizing educational events like seminars, conferences, or evening classes.


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Goth-Trad might not be a household name unless you keep a close eye on the deep end of the dubstep scene, but he has a strong following around the globe and is able to tour in Asia, Europe, and the U.S. and pull crowds wherever he goes. Unlike most DJs these days Takeaki Maruyama takes a flight case full of vinyl everywhere he goes. Most of his collection is unique and a significant chunk of the records are his own original compositions (which only he has a copy of). His precious archive and skill on vinyl catch people’s attention even in a digital world. I got to chat with Goth-Trad before his set at 529 in East Atlanta Village and learn about the world of vinyl dubplates.

Photo Credit: Megan Friddle for Bullet Music

CAN YOU TALK ABOUT THE DIFFERENCES IN THE JAPANESE AND U.S. MUSIC SCENES?

The Japanese scene is kind of quiet. The bass music scene is not big. In general, the underground music scene is not huge. Tokyo has ten million people, but even in the U.S., small cities will have a hundred people come [to a show]. In Japan, if a big artist came from Europe or the U.S. maybe, sometimes a hundred [people would come].

IS THE JAPANESE ELECTRONIC SCENE MOSTLY DOING ITS OWN THING, OR DOES IT COPY AND FOLLOW EUROPE AND THE U.S.?

The underground scene is somewhat copied, but we have a big Otaku music scene. It’s a kind of original Japanese thing. So, that kind of anime music mixed with some EDM stuff. Some bro-step stuff as well.

HERE IN ATLANTA, OBVIOUSLY TRAP IS HUGE. THE EDM TRAP AESTHETIC PULLS HEAVILY FROM JAPANESE FASHION AND USES A LOT OF KANJI CHARACTERS IN DESIGNS. IS THE JAPANESE YOUTH AWARE THAT EVEN AS THEY COPY US, WE ARE COPYING THEM?

I think they affect each other. Japan is big on fashion. Sometimes people don’t care about music, just fashion. Like, hip-hop is pretty big now, since four or five years ago. So, like wearing really nice clothes, that is really important for them.

WELL, AMERICANS ALSO JUST VIEW A LOT OF IT AS “ASIAN” CULTURE AND MAYBE DON’T UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN ALL THE EAST ASIAN NATIONS. SWITCHING GEARS, A LOT OF THE MUSIC YOU PLAY, ESPECIALLY YOUR ONLINE MIXES ARE REALLY ESOTERIC. SOME WOULD SAY THEY’RE NOT EASILY APPROACHABLE. WHAT IS THE VALUE FOR YOU TO DIG FOR SOUNDS THAT AREN’T GOING TO BE POPULAR, OR MAYBE EVEN EASY FOR PEOPLE TO LISTEN TO?

When I started to make music, I started with mostly underground hip-hop and UK dance music. I was looking for fresh, new music. I was not a DJ, just a big fan. Then when I became a producer and started making music I wanted to make something new, something fresh. I was digging for underground music of every genre. My ear is an underground ear. If I hear the same music, I’m not really excited about it. If I hear a fresh sound, I’m really excited about it, and I’m digging again. And I don’t want to make the same music I’ve made before. I’m trying to make something fresh, I’m always trying to find some different kicks, or noises, or snares; different melodies. Because, I cannot make some pop music. I can’t!

YOU JUST DON’T HAVE THAT BONE IN YOUR BODY…

Yeah, it’s really hard to make some pop music. I’m always naturally making music. So, it’s hard to make something pop, something commercial.

CAN YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR ABILITY TO PRODUCE AND PLAY VINYL? YOU TOUR WITH VINYL, WHICH IS RARE IN 2017. NOT MANY PEOPLE HAVE THE ABILITY TO JUST CRANK OUT A DUBPLATE WHEN THEY NEED TO. HOW AND WHY DO YOU DO IT?

About ten years ago, when I was into dubstep culture, so 2005, 2006… I didn’t play as a DJ. I only played live shows with a big mixing desk and some effects. I had eight channels going to a mixing desk, all my tracks, and I was doing the mixdown. I didn’t like DJing because DJs are always playing some other music, and some DJs do some crazy mix, but still, some other music.

I started producing before DJing, so I wanted to play all my music. I didn’t have any idea how to cut dubplates before that, but I got in touch with those people in the dubstep scene, like Mala. They were playing all dubplates, all their label’s music… it was almost like live original music. So, I thought I should do it, so I started to cut dubplates. And, I thought I should develop this thing in Japan, so I started my party in 2006. It’s called _Back To Chill_. So, then I started DJing, I cut dubplates, and sometimes I would just find CDs. I started to cut dubplates in the UK. But, every time I would have a live set and a DJ set, both. I couldn’t bring the vinyl and the live equipment, so I changed to playing CDs. Since then, like 2008, I was playing only CDs.

I’m not a vinyl junkie. I can understand by people play CDs or USBs. Sometimes it sounds better than pressed vinyl. I don’t care about it. When I was playing CDs, I tried everything I could do with CDs, with digital, because it’s easy to mix with just beat matching. So, I was trying to do more effects and more tricks, but I was getting bored. It’s so easy to mix, and also my album _New Epoch_ in 2012 was a three-vinyl LP, but I didn’t play with vinyl, I was playing with CDs. So, it didn’t make sense.

SO, DO YOU PLAY VINYL BECAUSE IT’S HARDER? IS IT MORE FUN?

No, no. So, after I released _New Epoch_, in 2012, I was thinking to switch back to dubplates and vinyl, but it was still hard to cut a dubplate in the UK. So, I was still playing with CDs, but I found a studio in Japan, close to my house. I met the engineer, so I took him my music and asked him if he could cut it. He was pretty new as an engineer. He had just started a year before, so he couldn’t cut the proper sound. The sound was not really good, so I said, it’s not better than CDs, so I don’t need to cut dubplates, because I wanted to play better sound. People don’t care about whether you’re playing CDs or vinyl. Well, I started to go to his studio, like twice a week for four or five months, and he started getting better and better and better. We struggled a lot. We worked a lot, making it sound better, so I started to cut all my music. I switched.

OF THE RECORDS YOU TOUR WITH, ARE MOST OF THEM YOUR MUSIC?

About 60 to 80 percent. I have some of my tracks, and I’m also cutting some close artists like Deep Medi artists and some in my Japanese _Back To Chill_ crew. So, the reason I cut dubplates when I was playing CDs, I was making music right before the set. If I couldn’t finish, I’d still just burn it and play it, but it was unfinished. But, after I switched to dubplates, I had to finish completely before cutting. I focused more on mastering and mixing. The mixdown process is really good, it’s really clear.

After I started to cut dubplates, young DJs and producers in my _Back To Chill_ crew started to cut dubplates. The music is getting better and better because the process is really clear. Before that, it was really quick. The tune would be unfinished, but they would just burn a CD and play it. Cutting a dubplate costs like $45 for a 12-inch, so you have to be careful before the cut. Is it really finished? Now, cutting dubplates sounds really good. I finish the tracks, make the playmaster, and go into the studio. The engineer does the mastering and cuts the dubplate, so the process sounds better. So, sometimes, I’ll look for someone’s vinyl release, but it’ll be really quiet. It won’t sound good. So, I’ll buy the digital to cut a dubplate.

BECAUSE YOU CAN CUT A DUBPLATE OF AN ELECTRONIC RECORDING BETTER THAN THE MARKET-RELEASED PRESSED VINYL?

Yeah, it depends. Some pressed vinyl is good, but some are not really good. I sometimes play metal, and metal on vinyl is quieter, just for listening. So, I master it again. Dubplates are not only for dubstep or drum & bass culture. Anyone can do it.

GOING BACK IN TIME, DUBPLATES WERE MADE WITH SPECIFIC SOUND SYSTEMS IN MIND, AND I KNOW YOU HAVE A REALLY GOOD SOUND SYSTEM AT YOUR _BACK TO CHILL_ PARTIES. HOW DO YOU ANTICIPATE THE SYSTEMS YOU PLAY ON WHEN YOU TOUR?

Sometimes it’s not good, but if you’re thinking about it already, even if that sound system is not good, it still sounds better trying to make the sound better with mastering. Another thing, I’m making music on a computer with an analog mixing desk when I mix down, but it’s digital. So, when I cut the vinyl, it’s back to analog again. So, it gets more dynamics again. A digital signal coming off the DJ decks into the mixer is already compressed. Vinyl is analog and has more dynamics, so it can be compressed again in the mixer, keeping it louder. And we can make it crisper.

I FEEL LIKE I’VE LEARNED A LOT. WHAT UPCOMING RELEASES DO YOU HAVE COMING FOR US?

Next is a _Deep Medi_ twelve-inch. I released an album last year, but it was really limited. It was 200 copies of dubplates. So, the normal version is coming soon this year. I’m also going to do more label stuff this year. Two years ago, I released a compilation of all Japanese dubstep producers, and I’m going to do another one this year.

The night opened up with an energetic but steady set of deep dub from Parrotice, followed by a dose of hip-hop from Drew’s Theory. Both openers were fantastic and warmed up the room well, but nobody could touch the energy that Goth-Trad conjured up.

The dance floor at 529 was the perfect size for a packed but happy dance floor, and the room was full when Takeaki took the stage. His set began with some of the most spacey, atmospheric music I’ve heard in a live set before quickly winding a blazing path through dubstep, techno, and a world of electronic sounds that defied genre descriptions.

All of his drops, rewinds, and cuts were met with louder screams from the crowd each time. The set built up the energy for more than an hour, feeding off the audience and getting into darker and weirder territory with every transition while psychedelic black-and-white projected visuals distorted and blurred the artist himself on stage.

I’ve been around the Atlanta deep dub community for a while, and these events are always heady and fun, but this was a truly special night. This community of wook/metalhead hybrids has built something really good, and it was rewarding to see that met with an icon like Goth-Trad coming to this corner of our city to share the light of music with us. Just like metal, people try to say dubstep is dead, but nights like this prove all the naysayers wrong. Long live the metal. Long live dubstep. Long live vinyl.

_PHOTOS BY ANDREW NAJJAR EXCEPT WHERE OTHERWISE CREDITED (FACEBOOK / INSTAGRAM)._

question: How can you describe who Goth-Trad is?

answer: Goth-Trad is a DJ who tours in Asia, Europe, and the U.S. and plays dubstep/

question: How would you describe the Japanese music scene?

answer: The Japanese music scene quiet and the underground music scene is not hige.

question: What is a big Japanese electronic scene?

answer: Japan has a big Otaku music scene, which is anime music mixed with some EDM.

question: What of Japanese culture does Atlanta's EDM trap aesthetic use?

answer: Atlanta's EDM trap aesthetic uses a lot of Kanji characters in their design.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the differences in Japanese and American music scenes, fashion and culture. With a large emphasis on music, the article portrays how each nationality pursues music and how to make music.


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HAZEL RUN is a stream in northeastern St. Francois County in the U.S. state of Missouri.[1] It is a tributary of the Terre Bleue Creek.

The stream headwaters arise northeast of the community of Hazel Run and it flows west passing about one-half mile north of Hazel Run to its confluence with Terre Bleue Creek about three quarters of a mile northeast of that stream's confluence with Big River.[2]

The source area is at and the confluence is at .[3]

Hazel Run was so named on account of hazel trees near its course.[4]

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[2] _Missouri Atlas & Gazetteer,_ DeLorme, 1998, First edition, p. 49

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title: Hazel Run (Terre Bleue Creek tributary)

question: Summarize all the information relating to the running of Hazel Run.

answer: Hazel Run's headwaters arise northeast of the community of Hazel Run and it flows west passing about one-half mile north of Hazel Run to its confluence with Terre Bleue Creek about three quarters of a mile northeast of that stream's confluence with Big River.

question: Why was Hazel Run given its name?

answer: There are hazel trees near its course.

question: Why is Hazel Run significant?

answer: It is a tributary of the Terre Bleue Creek.

question: In which book is information on Big River contained?

answer: In Missouri Atlas and Gazetteer.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Hazel Run is a tributary to Terre Bleue Creek in Missouri. It was named for hazel trees that runs close to its course.


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[Dr. Chris Simpson]DR. CHRIS SIMPSON, MD FRCPC FACC FHRS FCCS FCAHS (born 1967) is a Canadian cardiologist who served as the 147th President of the Canadian Medical Association (2014-2015).[1] During his tenure, he championed seniors' care,[2] arguing that a more comprehensive and integrated approach to the care of seniors would serve as a foundation for improving the Canadian healthcare system as a whole.[3][4] Other issues during his term included a national discussion on end of life care [5] (that coincided with a Supreme Court of Canada ruling that struck down the ban on medical aid in dying (MAID)[6] and new legislation allowing MAID),[7] as well as issues around the public health implications and possible medicinal utility of marijuana.[8]

Dr. Simpson serves as the Chair [9] of the Wait Time Alliance [10] - a federation of 18 national medical and surgical specialty societies and the Canadian Medical Association that monitors and publishes report cards on the state of medical wait times in Canada.[11] He also chaired the Task Force on CMAJ [12] that was tasked with revamping the governance structure of the Canadian Medical Association Journal.

He is currently Vice-Dean (Clinical) in the Faculty of Health Sciences at Queen's University in Kingston[13] as well as the medical director of the Southeastern Ontario Academic Medical Organization (SEAMO).[14] He also serves as the Canadian Medical Association's representative to the World Medical Association (Observer 2017-2019; Official Representative 2019-2021)[15] and as Chair of Health Quality Ontario's Quality Standards Committee. In 2019, he was elected President-elect of the Canadian Academy of Health Sciences.

Education and training

A native of Nackawic, New Brunswick, he received his MD from Dalhousie University in 1992 after having completed an undergraduate degree (BSc) at the University of New Brunswick. He then completed Internal Medicine and Cardiology training at Queen's University, followed by a Heart and Stroke Foundation Fellowship in cardiac electrophysiology at the University of Western Ontario in 1999. He is a Professor in the Department of Medicine and in the School of Policy Studies at Queen's University and completed a 10-year term as Chief of Cardiology and Medical Director of the Cardiac Programs at Kingston General Hospital and Hotel Dieu Hospital in 2016.[16]

Clinical and research work

Dr. Simpson practices clinically as a specialist in heart rhythm disorders. His clinical and research interests include health policy (particularly access to care and seniors' care), medical fitness to drive, catheter ablation, atrial fibrillation, sudden death in the young, and cardiac resynchronization therapy.[17]

Honours and awards

2004: Canadian Medical Association Award for Young Leaders[18]

2015: Fellowship in the Canadian Academy of Health Sciences[19]

2017: University of New Brunswick Alumni Award of Distinction[20]

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[5] https://www.cma.ca/Assets/assets-library/document/en/advocacy/end-of-life-care-report-e.pdf

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title: Chris Simpson (cardiologist)

question: What is Chris Simpson?

answer: A cardiologist.

question: When was Chris Simpson born?

answer: 1967.

question: What association was Chris Simpson president of?

answer: The Canadian Medical association.

question: From what years was Chris Simpson chair of the Canadian Medical Association?

answer: 2014-2015.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article is about Dr. Chris Simpson, an eminent Canadian cardiologist.