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The first thing you do is butter the bun. Then you drop it down the toaster. The toaster takes approximately eighteen seconds to toast. You then put the top and bottom together, place them on a red tray and then cover the twelve buns that fit on the tray, 4x3,  with another tray and place them to the side. Once you are ready to make the sandwich you place two pickles on the bottom, no more than a quarter inch over lapping. Then you place the chicken filet with the smooth, round side facing up and then place the crown of the bun on top. Finally open up the sandwich bag allowing enough room for the sandwich to easily slide in, then fold the bag over twice and place it in the warming drawer for five minutes. Any sandwich that sits there for longer than five minutes gets trashed. If you would like a deluxe sandwich then place either a slice of American, provolone, or pepper jack cheese on top of the filet, then put two, whole, tomato slices on top of the cheese and two pieces of lettuce, shiny side up, that frame the bun on top of the tomatoes. Then repeat until your soul has been crushed, pissed on, and every dream and fire that has ever existed in you has been stomped out by the ceaseless, monotonous work you subject yourself to in order to not even get by.

They, being the people who don’t work with you, will remind you that you chose to be there, just be thankful to have a job, or that it is just temporary. You know that isn’t true though. You can’t find a better job because you are working 50 hours a week and you are too tired to do anything else. You can barely even find the energy or will power to get out of bed in the morning. Every once in a while you feel like you have enough energy and fortitude to say enough is enough and move on but then you realize your life revolves around this job. All of your friends are there. They are the people that deal with all of the shitty customers who think they are the Queen of god damn England, the ones who think they own you because you stand behind a register. Your coworkers are the ones that after all the shit you put up with tell to forget the customer, he is an asshole, you didn’t do anything wrong, people like that just happen. You have a bond with your coworkers, like brother in arms who are united by their common misery. So the cycle repeats, week after week after week after week after week after week as if your days are manufactured on an assembly line.

Then you find yourself waking up in the tiny room you call an apartment. You shower and head to work and start your day off like you have the past, seemingly, five thousand days. You clock in, take your slip that shows the time you clocked in and put it your wallet. Then you say high to everyone. Then you either go to the kitchen or the front counter depending on what you are assigned that day. Then you spend the next ten hours slaving away like the robot you are. You listen to the exact same orders, make the exact same food and you have the exact same routine to live by. Then you watch your boss drive up in his new, gas guzzling behemoth of a truck and say “Hi!” to everyone as if he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. It is as if he has no idea what the people he employs put up with on a daily basis. It is as if he hopes his friendly disposition will be contagious but what does he do besides sit in that office of his in the back while you are the one who gets burned at the fryers and the one who has to choose if it is worth turning the heat on at night. You are the one that has to decide whether or not to fix your car or just walk the five miles or so. The one who should just deal with the tooth ache or dish out the three thousand dollars for a root canal because god forbid giving his employees health insurance would just decimate his profits. No one likes the boss.

Between the shitty boss, shitty job, and shitty house and lifestyle what can you find to be joyous about? You are simply a tiny little speck. In fact you aren’t even speck in the scheme of things. You are less than a pixel, you are less than even the red, blue, and green lights that make up a pixel. You are nonexistent and utterly replaceable and no one will notice if you go. Just like no one has noticed the billions of stars that have existed and perished and no one ever will. Just like no one ever notices the trillions of bacteria that are beneath our feet. That is what you amount to. At some point we have all been there. The thing is though that not all of us end there. That is the saving grace. There is a glimmer of a hope that one day you can escape the cycle of the daily grind. Get a degree if you are young enough, have a support system while you find a better job, or maybe you are stronger than most and do it all alone.

Not everyone is lucky though. Sometimes the grind wears you down and grinds you to you are so thin that you become a part of the walls there. You are an everlasting stone that will be a part of where you are stuck, just like the walls. Bills add up and sooner than you know it you are living out on the streets and left with nothing but free time. Maybe you cope with a steady dose of drugs. Maybe you cope with a healthier method. Either way it leads to the same thing. If you aren’t apart of the club, the haves, then you better get used to meaningless, mindless tasks that ask nothing of you but obedience.  The boss, the haves, will tell you that working at these crummy soul devouring jobs is fine. What would they know about what you do though? It is not a matter of them being any less hard working but it is a matter of having something to show for it. If you work at a restaurant and you can’t even afford to eat there they pay you so little then what is the point?

It gets to the point where thinking physically hurts. It breaks you just as bad as your job does. You think of all the things that you gave up, that you let slip by and you think never again will I let that happen, but it is too late. You have already buttered the buns. You have dropped them in the toaster. You have placed them on the tray. Put the two pickles on the bun, then the filet, and then the top part of the bun. You have wrapped the sandwich and placed it in the warming drawer until you throw it up for the next customer to devour or for it to get thrown away because it has been the warmer to long and has grown hard and unpleasant and unwanted.

title: A Man's Thoughts on Never Getting His Slice of the Pie in a Southern Town with Nothing Left to Live For.

question: Who is the narrator of this story?

answer: It is unclear who the narrator is

question: What does the narrator do for work?

answer: They make sandwiches

question: How does the narrator feel about their job?

answer: They are tired of it

question: Will the narrator quit?

answer: It is unlikely that they will quit

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator describes the mundane life of making sandwiches. They describe how tiring it is to deal with the customers. They feel trapped in the job, with nowhere else to go. They continue the job anyway.


split: train

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ALEXANDR KAZAKOV (; ; born 31 August 1986) is a Belarusian figure skater and coach. He is a two-time Belarusian national champion and reached the free skate at two ISU Championships – 2008 Europeans in Zagreb and 2010 Worlds in Turin. His coaches included Evgeni Tarasov, Vladimir Klochko, Nikolai Komarovski, Alexei Urmanov, and Oksana Kazakova.[1][2]

After retiring from competition, Kazakov became a skating coach in Minsk, Belarus. He has coached Vitali Luchanok,[3] Mikhail Karaliuk,[4] and Ksenia Bakusheva.[5]

Programs

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| Season                | Short program         | Free skating          |
+=======================+=======================+=======================+
| 2009–10               | -   The Professional  | -   Requiem for a     |
| [6]                   |                       |     Dream             |
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| 2008–09               | -   Ice Symphony      | -   Classical medley  |
| [7]                   |                       |                       |
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| 2007–08               | -   Moonlight Sonata  | -   Classical medley  |
| [8]                   |                       |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| 2005–06               | -   Romeo and Juliet  | -   The Mummy         |
| [9]                   |                       |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+

Competitive highlights

                International[10]
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                      Event
                   World Champ.
                 European Champ.
                   Cup of Nice
                 Finlandia Trophy
                 Nebelhorn Trophy
                   Universiade
            International: Junior[11]
               World Junior Champ.
                     Estonia
                      Poland
                    Warsaw Cup
                   National[12]
                Belarusian Champ.
    _J = Junior level; JGP = Junior Grand Prix_

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title: Alexandr Kazakov

question: Who is Alexandr Kazakov?

answer: A two-time national champion figure skater who is now retired.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A page for Belarusian figure skater and coach Alexandr Kazakov, briefly explaining his accomplishments.


text:
    It's hard to believe that there was ever a time when my life had been empty. Ever since birth my wall has been filling up and I've been followed by tons of people. I'm 16 now, and I live like everyone else. I go to school with all the others. We learn grammar and spelling, but really they might as well teach us another language because these things do not matter. Who says "you" or "I have to go." Stupid teachers, they just don't understand.
   Life is simple. It's basically a game. You fit in and develop a certain part of yourself to appeal to others. The more appealing, the more followers. And followers is equal to popularity. Susie "CrayCray" Johnson has a pack of people following her all the time. She's practically a god. She talks to them all the time, she practically does nothing else. "You won't believe what this boy did today!" and "OMG you just have to try this." I honestly don't believe she's ever talked to a boy or tried anything. I myself have a decent following, but I can never find the time to talk to them, nor do I try to. They are mostly consisted of my friends and then the occasional random person. But it's ok, I'm never alone. They're always just a few steps behind me wherever I go.
   With the Followed there is also the Unfollowed. Johnny McGuire is one of these unpopular scums of society. He's a poker, hence he has no followers. He doesn't even attempt to have followers. He just sits in place, poking at each passerby. He gets the occasional poke back and has a few friends. Other than that he kinda just...is. He's just there looking around. What a weirdo.
   School. A bombardment of educational videos. I swear half the stuff they are telling us isn't even true. There was a time when there were no followers? Pssh yeah right. These people probably think we're stupid. They try to tell us "You're spelling it wrong" or "That doesn't even make sense." I think they are wrong. Why should we make things harder on ourselves. Life is supposed to be easy right?
   Everyday I come home, walk into my room, hang a quick left and check my wall for the scribbles and chicken scratch of the day. Friends, strangers, aquaintences, well really they're all my friends, have all left messages for me. I sort through it finding the blaring red ads and viruses and erasing those. Can't have those in my timeline, don't want an impure record of my life. I also have to keep my wall clean for the stalkers. These mega-users are looked up to throughout the world. They have millions of friends and it's their job to sort through everyone's walls, feeds, and photos. It's truly an honor to be a stalker. And yet, they are not the highest ranking citizens in the world. Above them are the likers. These elite beings act as moderators and judges for our lives. The take into account all the different aspects of life, and whenever they feel someone deserves it, they award them a like. I myself have racked up about 600 likes so far in my life. Nowhere near Susie but got about 601 more than Johnny.
   I guess I should be honest though. I make about three new friends a day and add a follower every two days or so. I'm decent, but not amazing. People laugh at me. They think I'm not cool. Apparently I don't live deep enough. I don't talk to my followers enough. I don't update my friends on what I'm doing or update my timeline enough. I don't post pictures up on the public feed enough. They consider me a "skimmer." I scratch the surface. I don't delve deeply into the inner workings of life enough. I try, but I can't. I'd rather talk to myself than my followers. I guess I'm just weird.
   I go to sleep, wake up, school. Go to sleep, wake up, school. Go to sleep, wake up, school. It's life. What else is there. I'm happy, aren't I?
    I wake up one morning. I'm sitting in my room, is it mine? I see no writing on my wall, no pictures or words or any such thing on my feed. I had no followers. But I feel something different. Life has changed. I walk, and I feel different. I open my door and step through. A bombardment of senses hits me and I feel like I never have before. I SMELL then scents in the air, so intricate and airy . I HEAR the noises, a bird, a stream, the wind. I TASTE the sweet taste of springtime it seems for the first time. I FEEL the sun beating down on my skin and the grass underneath my feet as I tread towards a group of people. I SEE things. I've seen pictures posted on walls, but this, this was the most vivid picture I have ever witnessed. I thought I knew. I thought I knew what living was, but this, this is different. I have no followers, no friends, nobody. I am not alone though. Before, I was alone. I was connected to people, but I didn't KNOW them. In fact, I didn't know anything. I approach the group of people. They turn, they look, and I can see in their eyes that they have SEEN for longer than I. A man steps out, spreads his arms wide and speaks, "Welcome to life." And I'll never go back.

title: Anti-Social Networking

question: What is the message of this story?

answer: The message of the story seems to be that people ought to get off social media and enjoy interacting with the real world.

question: Which social media site is this story most likely based on?

answer: Facebook

question: Explain the significance of the title.

answer: The title encapsulates the idea that social networking is not actually social; those types of interactions are not genuine.

question: How could the narrator have avoided losing their followers?

answer: By talking to their followers more, posting more pictures, and updating their timeline more often.


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  He saw the Storm coming from across the sea. The rain began to pelt his face and the harsh salt spray from the frothing sea coated his young beard. He was racing against nature now, as he paddled towards the jetty's stone shores. If the Storm caught him against the rocks, It would shred his dingy and any they had chance of surviving.

  He looked down into the hull, under the seat at her shivering body. She had his raincoat draped over her trying to keep off the cold rain. Her lips were bluing and she looked at him, shuddered, and closed her eyes with the intensity to transport her away from her fears. He took this as his cue, and summoned a strength he thought he had lost, and rowed on. Quickly the waves grew and broke harder over it’s the shallow and brittle prisoner. He could hear his oars groaning, but his dingy screaming. The soft-wood not made for open seas was turning against itself, it’s seams seeping.

  The dark clouds once following them were now swallowing them. The bitter taste of sweat and perseverance however turned the waves sour, and a more morbid shade of black. With the Storm’s clouds now among them and the Jetty away, He lifted his burning eyes above. Praying to anyone above this Storm, then He bowed his head, pulling his oars again, crying as he listened to her shortening breaths.

The Storm

detrimental, falling from the sky

for children to catch. blind to

the oblivion looming over their

heads. the air has a faint metallic

taste, marinated with swollen, dead,

memories. the winds begin to pick

up the earth, turning our heads

aloft as the sky replies with a

bitter cry, searching for the earth.

the darkness lights up,

 welcoming what looms. like looms

of the past it weaves and tightens

until its entirety envelopes our

sight. a chorus bursts into song

answering the calls of the earth

to it's sky. the abyss and amiss

 unite shattering the peace

idealized between them.

title: Lost at Sea

question: Who are the main characters within?

answer: A sailor and his female companion.

question: Where does this setting occur?

answer: It occurs at sea in the midst of a storm.

question: Is the narrator at sea?

answer: Yes, he's in a storm at sea.

question: Is this a poem?

answer: That information can’t be found.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: He sees the storm coming from across the sea. The rain pelts his face as he pads towards the shore, racing against time and trying to avoid getting caught against the rocks as that would be disastrous. He looks down at his companion and sees she's shivering and huddled up. He rows harder as the storm catches up and engulfs them.


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The HUNDRED OF KONDOPARINGA is a cadastral unit of hundred in South Australia. It was proclaimed on 29 October 1846 and covers an area of .[1][2] It is one of the eleven hundreds of the County of Hindmarsh .

The District Council of Kondoparinga was established in 1853, bringing local government to the hundred as well as parts of the westerly adjacent Hundred of Kuitpo. The Kondoparinga council was abolished in 1935 by amalgamation with Echunga, Clarendon and Macclesfield councils into the new District Council of Meadows.

Etymology

The name Kondoparinga was once thought to be a Kaurna word meaning “long winding water, breeding crawfish, between steep banks” but contemporary linguists are highly doubtful and suggest a more literal meaning of “chest river place” based on _kondo_ meaning “chest”, _pari_ meaning “river” and the locative suffix _ngga_.[3]

[Plan of the Hundred of Kondoparinga in 1872]

Localities

The Hundred of Kondoparinga includes the following localities:

-   Ashbourne
-   Bull Creek
-   parts of Finniss
-   McHarg Creek
-   Meadows
-   Mount Magnificent
-   Mount Observation
-   Nangkita
-   Paris Creek
-   Prospect Hill
-   Sandergrove
-   parts of Strathalbyn

[1]  The following layers were selected: Suburbs and Localities, Counties, Hundreds

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title: Hundred of Kondoparinga

question: What is the Hundred of Kondoparinga?

answer: a cadastral unit of hundred in South Australia

question: What is a unit of hundred?

answer: the article does not answer this question

question: What does cadastral mean?

answer: the article does not answer this question

question: Where is the Hundred of Kondoparinga located?

answer: In the County of Hindmarsh, South Australia

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The Hundred of Kondoparinga is a cadastral unit of hundred in the County of Hindmarsh, South Australia.


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_India and the BRICS are giving the US dollar the boot? Is it really so?_

_The last time a country decided to dump the dollar in the oil business, the US destroyed it. Now India, the world’s third largest economy, and Iran have agreed to settle their outstanding oil dues in rupees. What’s more, the two countries may conduct all future trade in their national currencies._

This follows an agreement between Iran and India in mid-2011 in which both sides decided to settle 45 per cent of India’s oil import bill in rupees and the remaining 55 per cent in euros. In March 2012 the two countries inked the Rupee Payment Mechanism that allowed India to buy crude oil in its national currency. Iran then used the funds to buy products from Indian manufacturers.

Ironically, it is the US itself which is responsible for the dollar’s elimination from India-Iran trade. The Rupee Payment Mechanism was set up to skirt American economic sanctions on Tehran. Iranian oil forms a significant portion of India’s energy requirements. Similarly, the Iranians rely upon India for steel, medicines, food and chemicals.

REPLACING THE DOLLAR

India and the US may have come closer in recent years, but that hasn’t blinded New Delhi to the toxic nature of America’s currency as well as manipulation by Britain.

The US is literally writing its own cheque with its unrestrained printing of the dollar, the bedrock of America’s post-war hegemony. It is the reserve currency status of the dollar that allows the US to fund its endless wars and topple governments with impunity.

Across the Atlantic, the Bank of England is involved in interest rate fixing of an order of magnitude that makes corruption in developing countries look puny by comparison.

Such financial manipulations and currency debasements are negatively and cyclically impacting the global economy. In fact, it suits the West to have periodic booms and busts because it keeps the emergent economies in turmoil. It keeps poor countries poor and the emergent ones stuck in what’s known as the “middle income trap”.

In hi luminary piece, _Geopolitics of Technology_, prof. Anis Bajrektarevic very accurately diagnoses:

  “the hydrocarbons and its scarcity phychologization, its monetization (and related weaponization) is serving rather a coercive and restrictive status quo than a developmental incentive. That essentially calls not for an engagement but compliance. It finally reads that the fossil fuels’ consumption (along with the policy of currency-choice and prizing it) does not only trigger one CC – Climate Change, but it also perpetuates another global CC – planetary Competition and Confrontation (over finite resources) – to which the MENA calamities are only a tip of an iceberg. Therefore, this highly addictive petrol – USD construct logically permits only a (technological) modernization which is defensive, restrictive and reactive. No wonder that democracy is falling short.”

India’s central bank has invested a significant proportion of its approximately $500 billion reserves in dollar denominated assets. Any sharp depreciation in the value of the dollar entails significant losses to this massive holding. In this backdrop, the idea of de-dollarisation has resonated with the country’s leadership in recent times.

In 2010, the Reserve Bank of India proposed floating the rupee as an alternative global currency. In a study titled ‘Internationalisation of Currency: The Case of the Indian Rupee and the Chinese Renminbi’, the bank said the dollar was likely to lose its predominance as the global reserve currency in the foreseeable future.

“The Indian rupee is rarely being used for invoicing of international trade,” the study pointed out. It argued that India needs to proactively take steps to increase the role of the rupee in the region. Also, the strength of the growing Indian economy has raised the issue of greater internationalisation of the Indian rupee.

GROUP REMEDY

Indian negotiators have actively pushed dollar-free trade at the annual meetings of the BRICS group. This group of five major economies – Brazil, Russia, India, China and South Africa – is actively engaged in speeding up the process of increasing mutual trade in national currencies.

The $100 billion BRICS New Development Bank (NDB) and a reserve currency pool worth over another $100 billion are both aimed at weakening the western chokehold on global financial flows.

According to India’s K.V. Kamath, the first president of NDB, exchange rate differences increased the cost of hard-currency loans to emerging and developing countries by 15-20 per cent. In his view, using local currencies would eliminate that risk and ease the burden.

The BRICS have already launched a Contingency Reserve Arrangement to enable the five member states to swap currencies. Another key advantage of using national currencies in trade and investment is that businesses do not have to hedge against two different currencies. Transition to trade in national currencies will also protect countries from the volatility of a particular currency.

CHINA’S ACTION PLAN

Meanwhile, the Chinese have surprised everyone with the speed with which the renminbi has acquired global acceptance. In a paper titled ‘The Renminbi Bloc is Here’, Arvind Subramanian and Martin Kessler of the US-based Peterson Institute for International Economics provide a dramatic picture of how the renminbi is growing in strength while the US dollar weakens.

Firstly, they say the renminbi is already the dominant reference currency in India and South Africa. Secondly, since mid-2010 the renminbi has made dramatic strides as a reference currency compared with the dollar and euro.

  The renminbi has now become the dominant reference currency in East Asia, eclipsing the dollar and the euro….The currencies of South Korea, Indonesia, Malaysia, the Philippines, Taiwan, Singapore, and Thailand now more closely track the RMB than the dollar. The dollar’s dominance as reference currency in East Asia is now limited to Hong Kong (by virtue of the peg), Vietnam and Mongolia.

And they provide this chilling assessment:

  “The dollar and the euro still play a greater role beyond their natural spheres of influence than does the renminbi but that is changing in favour of the renminbi.”

Why chilling? The India-Iran rupee trade, Russia-Iran rouble trade and the worldwide acceptance of the renminbi will slowly erode the prestige of the US dollar, which will have dire consequences for American prosperity.

As a country that greatly benefits from – and exploits – the dollar’s reserve currency status, the end of dollar dominance will mean a sharp decline in American incomes and the ability to project power overseas.

_RAKESH KRISHAN SIMHA is New Zealand-based journalist and foreign affairs analyst, focussing on issues  which the media distorts, misses or ignores. Rakesh started his career in 1995 with New Delhi-based Business World magazine, and later worked in a string of positions at other leading media houses such as India Today, Hindustan Times, Business Standard and the Financial Express, where he was the news editor._

question: When was the article written?

answer: Shortly after 2012

question: Why was the Rupee Payment Mechanism set up?

answer: It was set up to get around US sanctions against Iran

question: Where was the article published?

answer: That information can't be found

question: What is the Renminbi?

answer: A Chinese currency which is overtaking the US dollar in popularity as a reference currency in many East Asian nations

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The author argues that the US dollar is in the process of being replaced as a global reference currency by alternatives like the Indian Rupee and the Chinese Renminbi.


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Hey everyone.

So as you may have noticed, HACT is on a bit of a hiatus. 2015 was an awesome year and we had a ton of fun watching everyone learn and grow! We’re hoping things will start up again, but for now there’s nothing on the horizon.

Thanks for making it such an epic year, keep learning and we hope to see you again at some point!

Matt, Blair, Glenn & Erica

Mission

We engage the world’s 10-17 year olds with digital technologies and entrepreneurship; through awesome events and a supportive community.

Founders, Friends and Community

Where are they now? What’s happening in the future? Who was behind HACT?

After realising that there just weren’t enough young people skilled up to compete in hackathons, Matt championed the first hs.hact event. With great success, he brought together the founding team, and set about on making HACT a reality.

-   Matt Stimson | Co-Founder and CEO
-   Blair Duncan | Co-Founder and Chief Product Officer (CPO)
-   Glenn ‘devalias’ Grant | Co-Founder and Technical Cyber Shaman (CTO)
    -   Blog
    -   Instagram
    -   Twitter
    -   GitHub

HACT wouldn’t have been possible without the epic work put in by our mentors, volunteers, friends and community. In particular, special mention goes out to our very own robotic overlord, who brought her event management skills (and battle bots!) to the table. Now with 2 of her very own startups, Erica is continuing to bring excitement to tech learning and entrepreneurship:

-   Erica Hediger | Chief Robotic Overlord
    -   Stem Sells (Facebook, Twitter) | An out-of-school, 10-week programme for girls in Canberra and the nearby regional area to encourage development of STEM and entrepreneur skills.
    -   The Creative Element (Facebook) | Invent. Create. Play. Engage with Science & Technology like never before.

Do you guys remember when Mia took out our top prize at HS.HACT back in 2015? Not only did she write her very first mobile app, but she pitched her vision for a student focused STEM collaboration company. Well guess what, Mia’s just taken her first steps towards making that vision a reality! Make sure you head over to ‘Control N’, like it, and keep an eye on the awesome things to come!

-   Mia’s Winning Pitch @ HS.HACT 2015
-   Control N

There are so many volunteers, mentors, and students that deserve special thanks and recognition for sharing the HACT journey with us and making it a reality. While too numerous to list here, know that we appreciate all that you have done to help make this dream a reality! <3

Across the Net

You can find us at various places around the net:

-   Facebook
-   Twitter
-   YouTube
    -   HACTlive
    -   HACT 2015 Q3 CBR - Pitch Videos
    -   hs.hact 2015 Q2 CBR - Pitch Videos
-   LinkedIn
-   GitHub

History

You can find some of the old vesions of our site over at the Way Back Machine:

-   HACT (May 7, 2016)
-   HACT (Jan 9, 2016)
-   HS.HACT (May 30, 2015)

question: Summarize the reason HACT was created.

answer: Matt Stimson realized that there was not enough young people with the skills to compete in hackathons. He championed the first hs.hact event and, after this succeeded, he bought Blair Duncan and Glenn Grant on board with him to make HACT a reality. HACT's mission was to engage the world's 10-17 year old children with digital technology and entrepreneurship through awesome events and a supportive community. HACT is thankful for all their mentors, volunteers, friends and community that made the journey a success.

question: Summarize the context around HACT taking a break.

answer: HACT is taking a break after having a successful year in 2015. They had fun watching everyone grow and learn and hopes to start up again soon. The article also notes that there is nothing currently on the horizon for them. There are so many volunteers, mentors, and students that deserves special thanks and recognition for sharing the HACT journey with us and making their dream a reality. The HACT team appreciates all these people, but neglect mentioning them by name.

question: Summarize the role of Erica Hediger in the tech learning environment.

answer: Hediger was involved in HACT where she used her event management skills to help organize their events. She also started two businesses of her own to bring excitement to tech learning and entrepreneurship. The first one is called Stem Sells, which offers 10-week out-of-school programming for girls in Canberra to encourage the development of STEM and entrepreneurial skills. The Creative Element is another successful undertaking by Hediger where students get the opportunity to invent, create, play and engage with science and technology like never before.

question: What does the article say about women in IT jobs in Australia?


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Cesc Fábregas credited Arsenal's transformation at Liverpool tonight to an uncharacteristic tirade from Arsène Wenger in which the manager derided his players as unworthy of the club shirt. Forty-five minutes after the half-time outburst, after which they came back from behind to win 2-1, Wenger claimed his side had overcome a psychological barrier to put themselves back in the Premier League title race.

Arsenal are now third in the table, six points behind the leaders, Chelsea, having played a game fewer, following an impressive recovery at Anfield that ensured Liverpool equalled their worst start to a season under Rafael Benítez. The home side led through Dirk Kuyt's 41st-minute goal and were denied a clear penalty when William Gallas fouled Steven Gerrard. Their dominance against lethargic visitors prompted the half-time diatribe from Wenger.

"The boss screamed," said Fábregas, the Arsenal captain. "He was really disappointed with us in the first half. I've never seen him like that before. He said we didn't deserve to wear the Arsenal shirt and he was right because we really weren't good, we weren't up for it. But that gave us a boost and the second half was one of the best second halves we have played this season."

  • Kevin McCarra's match report: Liverpool 1-2 Arsenal
  • Richard Williams: Benítez powerless to halt Liverpool's slide
  • David Pleat's tactical report: Liverpool v Arsenal
  • In pictures: All the best images from Anfield

Wenger made light of his "Mr Hyde" side at Anfield as he concentrated on a second-half response that he believes saw Arsenal shedding the insecurity that had followed their losses to Manchester United and Chelsea. "I never speak about things like that. I believe sometimes you have to respond to what the team needs," was all he said about his interval performance. "I try to be composed. I was quite composed. It is good to be able to surprise the players after 13 years.

"The first half was all Liverpool, they played at a pace above us and won all the 50-50s. I thought 1-0 was a good result for us at half-time. Liverpool played very well and we played with the handbrake down. We played with the fear of not winning big games because we had lost to Chelsea and Manchester United, and we brought that into the game. We had nothing to lose in the second half and the fear was then in Liverpool's camp. We scored a lucky first goal, an outstanding second goal and Liverpool's pace dropped in the second half. We were not under any threat for the entire 45 minutes."

Arsenal levelled through a Glen Johnson own-goal before Andrey Arshavin, who scored four times in this fixture last season, won the game with a stunning right-footed strike in the 58th minute. "His right foot is injured and he cannot hit the ball properly with it," said Wenger. "He hasn't trained all week nearly because of it."

Wenger also called on his team to discover the consistency that has eluded all the title contenders this season. They were 11 points adrift of Chelsea after losing 3-0 to them a fortnight ago. He said: "This gets us back into a good position with a game in hand and mentally it was a massive game for us. We knew, with the results yesterday, that we had to win this game. We knew that before the game started and now it is a question of consistency. I have said it before that the team who wins this league will have to be really consistent and no one has been consistent yet. It is not a three-horse race, there is Aston Villa, Tottenham and Manchester City also, and there is a long way to go."

Benítez agreed with Wenger's assessment of two contrasting halves, with defeat leaving Liverpool languishing in seventh but t. The Liverpool manager was adamant his side should have been awarded a 13th-minute penaltyfrom referee Howard Webb. "It was a clear penalty, 100%," he said. "It doesn't matter if the ball is away, in the box if it is a foul it is a foul and it is a penalty. These decisions always make a massive difference."

Benítez accepted, however, that his side's second-half collapse was symptomatic of a team without confidence. "After the first half everyone was convinced that it was a different team and a different situation and a team with a different mentality," he said.

"Maybe we needed to score the second goal and then to have this advantage for some games and then we will see if we can keep the confidence high. You could see after the own-goal that everything was different and we were without any confidence when we were passing the ball. It's not a question of quality. It's a question of confidence."

question: Who is Arsène Wenger?

answer: He is the manager for Arsenal FC

question: What did Wegner tell his players during half-time that allowed them to beat Liverpool?

answer: Wegner derided his players as unworthy to wear the club shirt because they weren't any good and weren't up for the challenge.

question: Which team leads the Premier League title race?

answer: Chelsea

question: Who is Arsenal's Team Captain?

answer: Cesc Fábregas

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: After Arsenal trailed Liverpool at half-time, team manager Arsène Wenger unloaded on the players, telling them they were unworthy to wear the club shirt because they weren't any good and weren't up for the challenge. According to Arsenal Team Captain Cesc Fábregas, Wegner's tirade gave the players a boost and they responded with one of the best second halves they have played all season. The win over Liverpool puts Arsenal in third place, six points behind leader Chelsea and back in the Premier League title race.


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[Africa Proconsularis (125 AD)] SUTUNURA was a Roman era civitas[1][2] in the Roman province of Africa and is tentatively identified with ruins near Aïn-El-Askerm, Rdir-Es-Soltan in modern Tunisia.[3][4][5](36° 34' 29" North, 9°59'29"East)[6] 50 km from Carthage. The location being confirmed with inscription remains in situ[7][8] and is nearby to Koudiat es Somra, Jebel Barrou and Ghedir Soltane.[9]

History

Sutunurca goes back to a Libyan foundation. This hypothesis is underpinned not only by the name itself but also by a tumulus close to Djebel Barrou. Probably Sutunurca belonged to the area of the veteran colony Uthina.

Even under Septimius Severus, Sutunurca was still a civitas.

When Africa Proconsularis was divided in the late empire, Sutunura found itself in the new province of Zeugitana.

Remains

Babelon[10] mentions a multitude of ruins and counts architectural elements as well as inscriptions to the finds. He also mentions the remains of a Byzantine fortress. Jaidi[11] has dealt with the hydraulic systems of the ancient city. Antique buildings have also been preserved at N'faïedh, but Maurin[12] emphasized in 1989 that only a small part was visible.

Bishopric

In antiquity, Sutunura was the seat of an ancient Christian bishopric, suffragan of the Archdiocese of Carthage.[13] we know only one bishop of Sutunura, Repositus, who took part at the Council of Carthage (256) convoked by St. Cyprian to address the problem of the Lapsi.[14] Morcelli mistakenly attributes Repositus as the bishop of Tuburnica.

The Diocese of Sutunurca (in Latin Rite Sutunurcensis) survives today as a home, suppressed and titular bishopric of the Roman Catholic Church.[15][16] The current bishop is Léopold Ouédraogo, of Ouagadougou.[17]

[1] Leslie Dossey, _Peasant and Empire in Christian North Africa_ (University of California Press, 2010 ) p250.

[2] Sutunurca at trismegistos.org.

[3] Barrington Atlas, 2000, pl. 32 E4.

[4] Alan Bowman, Andrew Wilson, _The Roman Agricultural Economy: Organization, Investment, and Production_ (Oxford University Press Oxford, 2013) p145.

[5] Titular Episcopal See of Sutunurca, at Gcatholic.org.

[6] Ain el Asker map at maplandia.com.

[7] Leslie Dossey, _Peasant and Empire in Christian North Africa_ (University of California Press, 2010) p250

[8] http://edh-www.adw.uni-heidelberg.de/edh/inschrift/HD028678&lang=en

[9] Aïn el Asker at mapcarta.com.

[10] E. Babelon – R. Cagnat – S. Reinach, _Archaeological Atlas of Tunisia_. Archaeological Atlas of Tunisia: special edition of the topographical maps published by the Ministry of War. Accompanied by an explanatory text written by Mm (Paris 1893)

[11] H. Jaïdi, Sutunurca II. “Water supply to the city”, _Africa_, 11-12, 1992–1993, 208-241

[12] L. Maurin – J. Peyras, _Romanisation in the region of Bir M'cherga, CahTun_ 43, 155-156, 1991, 123-126;

[13] J. Mesnage, _L'Afrique chrétienne_, Paris 1912, p. 23.

[14] Cipriano, _The Letters of St. Cyprian of Carthage_, Volume 3 p254.

[15] Sutunurcensis, at catholic-hierarchy.org.

[16] Titular Episcopal See of Sutunurca, at Gcatholic.org.

[17] _Le Petit Episcopologe_, Issue 211, Number 17,524

title: Sutunura

question: After Africa Proconsularis was divided, what province did Sutunura lie in?

answer: After Africa Proconsularis was divided, Sutunura was in the new province of Zeugitana.

question: What modern day country does the Sutunura ruins lie in?

answer: The Sutunura ruins lie in modern day Tunisia.

question: Who is the only known bishop of the ancient Christian bishopric of Sutunura?

answer: Repositus is the only known bishop of the ancient Christian bishopric of Sutunura.

question: Who is the current bishop of the modern Diocese of Sutunurca?

answer: Leopold Ouedraogo is the current bishop of the modern Diocese of Sutunurca.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Sutunura was an ancient Roman civitas whose ruins have been found in Tunisa. It was home to an ancient Christian bishopric, and is now home to a Roman Catholic Diocese.


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SEFE | 4 June 2015
HERAKLES ABANDONS ALL OPERATIONS IN MUNDEMBA AND TOKO CONCESSION AREAS, CAMEROON

by Nasako Besengi, SEFE

Mundemba: - Herakles Farms, a New York based investment Firm and the parent company of SG Sustainable Oils Cameroon (SGSOC) which has been under the spotlight of increasing local and international opposition for its intention to establish oil palm plantations in protected areas (including the iconic Korup National Park in south west Cameroon) has abandoned all operations in the Mundemba and Toko Subdivisions respectively and in Ndian Division on May 29, 2015.

The decision was announced to the few remaining workers of Fabe and Lipenja I, Batanga, nurseries on May 29, 2015. After their shifts, affected workers notified SEFE of developments. Workers confirmed that the announcement was made by a man who presented himself as the new CEO of the company. The workers said the reason given for suspending operations was to enable Herakles to intensify planting of palms in the Nguti area before returning to Mundemba and Toko concessions in 2017/2018. The company spokesman blamed current management for prioritising timber extraction over planting of palms. Considering their capabilities for carrying out planting this statement was seen as a tactical excuse for a dishonourable exit from the area.

In April, 2013 during a meeting with investors, Herakles announced their intention to sell their 73,000 ha concession in 2018. But a Presidential decree signed in November 2013, granted the company 19,843 ha of land lease for a 3 year probation period. The decree also demanded the company fulfil certain conditions which were not met, notably in the development of social facilities, conducting an environmental and Social Impact Assessment (ESIA) in the new concession, and payment of land rents to the tune of 200,000,000 FCFA. Treasury and local council officials have confirmed to SEFE that Herakles is yet to pay land rents demanded in the Presidential decrees of November 2013, yet are still operating in the area, in clear violation of the presidential order.

Some workers who solicited advice from SEFE say workers were awarded certificates of appreciation and asked to go to the Divisional Office of Labour, Mundemba to receive money. Workers were left unclear if these represented wages for the month of May or compensation for the entire period they have worked in the company. The letters handed to each of the worker simply stated that they should go to the labour office for payment without indicating the amount of money they would receive.

This is not the first time that Herakles has laid off their workers without compensation. An official of the National Social Insurance Fund contacted in Mundemba confirmed Herakles has not registered a single worker in their office. Some of the workers who spoke to SEFE say they are disheartened because they were recently recalled to work and were laid off again a few days later. They vowed to go to the labour office to establish what monies they are due, as indicated in the letters handed to them, saying “we have lot of mistrust for Herakles”.

Last week the company laid off its managers and personnel at its Limbe office. SEFE sources say the company has shut down its Limbe office for good. Reports from the two villages of the Ngolo clan (Ikoti and Mobenge) indicate villagers are very happy with the news. Some weeks ago, communities in villages where Herakles wanted to proceed with extraction of timber forbade them to continue a land demarcation exercise. Tensions and tempers ran very high in Mundemba/ Toko concessions due to Herakles’ unilateral decision to take land from some villages the under names of other villages.

The Mundemba and Toko concession is located astride the Iconic Korup National Park and Rumpi Hills Forest Reserve. The latter being a complex watershed formation with all the freshwater from it draining into the Korup Park. Establishing a huge palm oil plantation in this area would have brought disastrous pollution resulting from pesticides, fertilizers and herbicides and sewage disposal; all affecting the health of animals in the Korup Park that depend on the water.

It is SEFE’s assessment that the Herakles project was simply a poorly conceived project, badly managed, in the wrong place.

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_NB. For background information, the report "They want to take our bush" summarises the findings from an independent assessment by Forest Peoples Programme (FPP) of the processes employed by Herakles/SGSOC to obtain the Free, Prior and Informed Consent (FPIC) of communities to be affected by their palm oil development project in Mundemba and Nguti Subdivisions in South West Cameroon_.

Original source: SEFE

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question: What does the article say about why  Herakles has abandoned all operations in the Mundemba and Toko Subdivisions?

answer: Herakles Farms has been under the spotlight of increasing local and international opposition for its intention to establish oil palm plantations in protected areas. They decide to abandon all operations in the Mundemba and Toko Subdivisions. TIt is said that the reason given for suspending operations is to enable Herakles to intensify the planting of palms in the Nguti area before returning to Mundemba and Toko concessions. This statement was seen as a tactical excuse for a dishonourable exit from the area.

question: What does the article say about how Herakles treats its workers?

answer: Herakles Farms has abandoned all operations in the Mundemba and Toko Subdivisions respectively and in Ndian Division. The company spokesman blamed current management for prioritizing timber extraction over planting palms. Herakles laid off their workers without compensation, and that was not the first time.

question: What does the story say about Herakles' business in Europe?


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1.  cortex
2.  The Neuroscience of Dreaming

The purpose of dreaming is learning. While you are sleeping, your brain is digesting the day, deciding which new experiences to consolidate into long-term memory. That's the implication of Matthew Wilson's latest paper, which documented the neural activity in the brains of dreaming rats. Here's the Times:

  The finding, reported on the Web site of the journal Nature Neuroscience by Daoyun Ji and Matthew A. Wilson, researchers at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, showed that during nondreaming sleep, the neurons of both the hippocampus and the neocortex replayed memories -- in repeated simultaneous bursts of electrical activity -- of a task the rat learned the previous day.

  The researchers could interpret the memories through electrodes inserted into the rats' brains, including into special neurons in the hippocampus. These neurons are known as "place cells" because each is activated when the rat passes a specific location, as if they were part of a map in the brain. The activation is so reliable that one can tell where a rat is in its cage by seeing which of its place cells is firing.

  Earlier this year Dr. Wilson reported that after running a maze, rats would replay their route during idle moments, as if to consolidate the memory, although the replay, surprisingly, was in reverse order of travel. These fast rewinds lasted a small fraction of the actual time spent on the journey.

  In the findings reported today, the M.I.T. researchers say they detected the same replays occurring in the neocortex as well as in the hippocampus as the rats slept. The rewinds appeared as components of repeated cycles of neural activity, each of which lasted just under a second. Because the cycles in the hippocampus and neocortex were synchronized, they seemed to be part of a dialogue between the two regions.

This is one of those experiments that just gets more and more interesting as you ponder the data. For one thing, the dreaming simulations occurred first in the neocortex, which suggests that the cortex is starting the conversation with the hippocampus. It decides what to dream about, and then asks the hippocampus to summon up the requisite memories.

  "The neocortex is essentially asking the hippocampus to replay events that contain a certain image, place or sound," he said. "The neocortex is trying to make sense of what is going on in the hippocampus and to build models of the world, to understand how and why things happen."

  These models are presumably used to direct behavior, Dr. Wilson said. They are able to generate expectations about the world and plausibly fill in blanks in memory.

It's also worth noting that Wilson detected activity in the rat visual cortex as well, which suggests that humans aren't the only animals to dream in visual imagery.

I think Wilson's research is truly groundbreaking - it's the best account of dreaming since Freud - and hasn't gotten nearly enough attention. In my article earlier this year on "learning by doing," I included a brief description of Wilson's seminal 2001 Neuron paper, which also recorded from the dreaming rat brain:

  Wilson began his experiment by training rats to run through mazes. While a rat was running through one of them, Wilson measured clusters of neurons in the hippocampus with multiple electrodes surgically implanted in its brain. As he'd hypothesized, Wilson found that each maze produced its own pattern of neural firing. To figure out how dreams relate to experience, Wilson recorded input from these same electrodes while the rats were sleeping. He was astonished by his results. Of the 45 rat dreams recorded by Wilson, 20 contained an exact replica of the maze they had run earlier that day. "During REM sleep, we could literally see these rat brains relive minutes of their previous experience," Wilson says. "It was like they were watching a movie of what they had just done."

  But why would rats dream of running through a maze again? What's the advantage of replaying the activities of the day at night? According to Wilson, dreaming is a form of mental cleaning. The brain is figuring out what information it needs to keep. Since Wilson rewarded the successful rats with food, their brains were re-encoding the route, making sure they remembered how to find their way.

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question: What does Matthew Wilson say the purpose of dreaming is?

answer: He believes it is learning. While people sleep, our brains digest the previous day and decide which experiences to consolidate to long-term memory.

question: What was found to support this claim?

answer: Researchers at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology showed that the hippocampus and neocortex were relaying memories in repeated simultaneous bursts of electrical activity in nondreaming sleep patterns of rats.

question: How was this discovered?

answer: The rats would run a maze, and through monitoring their brain activity, the scientists found that the rat would replay the route of the maze to commit it to memory as it slept.

question: What further points of interest are raised in this research?

answer: The electrical activity of rewinding activities of the day in the rats  showed that the dreams would begin in the neocortex, which would suggest that the cortex is the starting point of the dream, and that it would ask the hippocampus to summon the memories from the day.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Matthew Wilson has published a new theory on the purpose of dreaming in his latest paper. He believes dreaming is a tool in the brain for learning and condensing activities of the day into long term memories. He believes this from his study of rats, which would be trained to run a maze, and by monitoring their brain activity, would replay the correct route so it could be committed to memory. This process was repeated as the rat slept. It also raised the thought that dreams are started in the neo cortex, which decides what is important to be committed to memory and asks the hippocampus to summon the appropriate memories from the day or activity to be dreamt about.


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i wrote this for class and my teacher said i should post it online...REDDIT TO THE RESCUEEE

Exhaust

by Reines

	The autumn leaves. They spiral down like ballerinas from their wooden grip and land in the gentle mud. The soft earth embraces the trees fallen sons and daughters and shares with them their blessing. The blessing of not knowing how to feel. They don't know what it's like to wallow endlessly through the caverns of their own minds, the only glow being their mortification. Or have the memories that were once tucked away deep in the pockets of their skull rip out like vultures escaping the hellfire.

                            It's her birthday today.

	I stare up at the desert of leaves above me. They stare back. The cool breeze breathes through the forest and carries my exhaled breath with it. I sit up.
	“It's gonna rain,” I say looking over at Samuel, the bottle of whiskey in my hand held tight, the revolver resting on my lap. “Yep. Gonna rain. I can always tell.” I laugh. “Let's go.”
	Samuel stands up and walks towards me. He rests his head on my shoulder before giving me a huge lick on my cheek, his tail wagging ferociously behind him.
	Standing up, I take the last swig of the bottle before hurling it into the wooden crowd. I tug on my plaid shirt, grab the gun, and pet Samuel on the head. He tries to lick my hand.
	“Good boy,” I say. He really is. We got him together, Sandra and I. It was the first thing we did together. Well, the first thing we did after we got married. The second thing we did was break each others' hearts.
	One year. That's all it took to unveil the carnival of our doubts, troubles and demons. Our illustrations of a white picket fence were crumpled up like our noses along with the dreams of  conceiving anything innocent. The dreams of ever becoming a family. What was once a fortune of photo album smiles and rays of laughter were quickly dissolved into silent dinner conversations and lonely love making.

                           She left me.

	The brisk wind causes my hair to cackle and wave like fire, causing some of the leaves I gathered to flutter off the ground. Samuel smells something familiar. Something so recognizable that he starts to whine and slowly sniffs his way to the leaf pile. He digs, claws and eventually...finds her foot.
	I point the revolver at the dog.
	“For what it's worth Samuel, you should probably let her be.”
	A deep laugh takes the taste of whiskey off of my breath. Samuel stares at me, tail wagging, but he knows I'm serious. He's seen this gun before. His eyes drift to the foot, and then back at me. Deep, he stares, almost unrecognizable. Lost and confused, like when you realize your slimy, arrogant brother's sleeping with your wife. But then his tongue flops out and he smiles.
	“I could never kill you,” I say. Instead, I run my fingers down the cooling barrel, staring at it like I'm looking at an assortment of stolen memories...echoing out my name. The end of the barrel kisses the bottom my chin. My grip tightens.
	“Life. As cold as the rivers that cascade through my heart.” I smile as Samuel walks towards me. “Ah, it's gonna rain boy. I can always tell.” Samuel lies down at my feet.

                                Will it hurt?

title: check out my 1 page story about a man, his only friend and his dead wife.

question: Why did the narrator kill his wife Sandra?

answer: Because their differences popped up a year after marriage and she left him.

question: Why is the narrator planning to kill himself?

answer: The narrator probably feels guilty for killing his wife, especially since it's her birthday.

question: What might have happened to Samuel if he continued to dig out Sandra's body?

answer: Nothing. The narrator would probably shoo him away, but not shoot him.


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“Alor?”

Nothing.

“Hello?!”

I don’t understand.

“Alor, we don’t have time for this…”

He’s just standing there, staring off into a world that doesn’t exist to us anymore.

“We can’t stay here anymore, it’s too dangerous.” I seem to say only to myself.

I make Alor move and lead him along the path into the forest, while behind us we hear the cries and screams of those long beyond saving.
“I know where we can hide. It’s not much, but it will do.” Now I’m just thinking out loud, which truthfully seems to help keep the fear and anxiety locked away. If I stop to think, I may lose my composure altogether, and then all will be lost.

We continue down the path and see the destruction all around us. I can’t fathom that just a few hours ago, Jorni and I were walking down this very same path planning our future together. This is the road where we would have taught our children how to walk. These trees were the symbols of home and the realization of years of hard work and sacrifice.

As we reach a clearing by a lake, I see the plot of land that would have been our future. About a hundred yards to the side was a cave, surrounded by the many colors of autumn, and I felt at ease for the first time in hours.

We walked over to the cave and entered its gaping mouth and even though it was dark, I knew this place like the back of my hand. We take our first left after 32 steps, avoid the gap 41 steps after that, and then as we continue forward, we begin to see the light.

As we reach the area we’ve been coming to since we were seven years old, I let loose a sigh of relief. In the middle of a maze of tunnels and confusion hides a hidden pond with a hole in the cave the beckons sunshine to beam through, and quite possibly my favorite place on this planet. We start a fire in the pit Jorni and I have used countless times before and lay our heads down.

I think it’s safe to say sleep consumed me even before my head touched the ground.

Three Hours Later

I finally wake up from a loud splash. As I regain my clarity I realize what Alor had done.

Alor was good at a lot of things, yet swimming was not one of them. Now, he has fallen into the dark, freezing water and it’s up to me to save him yet again.

He instantly starts fighting my rescue. I use all the strength I have left to get us back to the land of the living.

He falls to the ground and I notice that stones were tied to his ankles…how did I miss that?

“What were you thinking!?” I yell.

He says nothing.

“Alor…You have to talk to me. We are in this together and we are all each other has left. If you left…I would be nothing. Look, what happened back there was horrifying and while we lost everything, we still have life. That’s what is most important.”

Silence.

However, for the first time in a very long while, I see life in him. He cracks a smile and shakes his head ever so slightly, as if to say “Welp…that wasn’t very smart, now was it?”

He gets up and begins walking, and of course I walk with him.

“All is not lost. You know that. I know that. We will get through this, we always do. The only way this ends is if we are no longer breathing. We survived. We beat the odds. Maybe others did as well. Maybe Jorni or Mother…“

Alor stop in his tracks and a single tear streams down his face.

“You know, they could be alive. Maybe they escaped? I know…I know the chances may not be that great, but we can’t just give up, can we?” I say to my ever-stoic companion.

He nods and seems to shake off some of the demons weighing him down and we continue our trek to find some other survivors, and possibly the most important of them all.

As we emerge from the belly of our cave, we are greeted by the sound of birds and the rustling of wildlife around us. For the first time in what seems like ages, life feels normal again. We push forward, putting as much distance between us and the danger that ever lurks behind us.

“We have to find Mother. I don’t think Terwal has been hit yet, and we may find the help we need. Also, since Jorni wasn’t at our cave, she may have headed that way as well.” I proclaim, yet Alor just keeps trudging along, with a renewed vigor that is resonating from deep inside him.

We travel for the next couple of days, taking camp at night, and walking all throughout the day without so much as a word. I’ve just come to expect the fact that conversation is just not in the cards at the moment.

We finally reach Terwal on the third day and find it perfectly intact. Well, except for the fact that this great town is completely empty. Aside from the hungry yelps from street dogs, no sign of human life is present.

We continue towards Mother’s house. As we arrive at the home where we learned how to survive this world, we see a note pinned to the door.

“Alor,

I hope this finds you alive. I love and miss you so much. We couldn’t stay any longer and needed to flee to the mountains. Do you remember where we took that trip when you were a child? You will find us there. Let’s sort this all out together.

P.S. Jorni is here too, and she loves you very much.

Love,

Mom”

“They are alive…” Alor says, with but a whisper.

“I am alive.”

title: A Life Worth Living (1000 Words)

question: What relationship do Alor and the narrator share?

answer: It may be implied that Alor and the narrator were brothers.

question: Why was it too dangerous living where they lived?

answer: It may be implied that their town was hit by a storm.

question: Where do the two go to hide?

answer: The two of them go into a cave they've known since they were kids.

question: Who is Jorni?

answer: Jorni is their little sister.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer:
The narrator tells Alor that they need to leave the town, they wouldn't be safe there. They go to a cave in the forest that they'd been going to since kids.

Hours later they make way to Terwal wondering if Mother and Jorni would be alive. They reach the house and find a note addressed to Alor saying mother and Jorni are safe and in the mountains. Alor whispers- "They're alive."


text: She showed up abrupt and unexpected in the early afternoon.  She was distraught and I was groggy and it was awkward.  She told me things I didn't want to know and when I told her I didn't want to know them she cried.  I made a drink for each of us and she refused hers but I was happy to have mine.  Some of the things she told me were my fault but not all of them.  I felt guilty and annoyed and guilty that I felt annoyed.  She noticed and I noticed but we both pretended that we hadn't.  After a while I ran out of things to say so I stopped talking and she started crying again.  I wanted to console her but I couldn't so I stared at the floor and waited for her to leave.  This made her angry and she left and I was left with myself.

title: A Story About a Girl part 2

question: Why was the girl upset?

answer: Doesn't specifically say.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is annoyed that the girl is upset. He feels guilty he feels annoyed but still can't console her. Eventually they run out of things to say and she leaves.


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The FIDE WORLD CUP 2002, marketed as the SECOND CHESS WORLD CUP, was a 24-player Category XVI chess tournament played between 9 October and 22 October 2002 in Hyderabad, India.[1] The tournament was hosted at Ramoji Film City and organized by FIDE in conjunction with the All India Chess Federation. Former World Cup winner Viswanathan Anand defeated Rustam Kasimdzhanov in the final to retain the title.[2]

Format

The tournament began with a league stage, consisting of 4 groups of six players each. Each player played a game against each of the other players in his group once. At the end of the group stage, the top two players from each group progressed to the quarterfinals. In the knockout rounds, each player played a two-game match against his opponent. If the match was tied after the regular games, blitz tie-breaks were used to determine a winner.[3]

Participants

All players are Grandmasters unless indicated otherwise.

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17. , 2600

18. , 2593

19. , 2575

20. , 2551

21. , 2550

22. , 2531, IM

23. , 2511

24. , 2399, IM

Calendar

  Round           Dates
  --------------- ---------------
  Group Stage     5–13 October
  Quarterfinals   15–16 October
  Semifinals      17–18 October
  Final           19–20 October

Group stage

The group stages featured a number of surprising upsets, with the top three seeds all struggling to remain in contention. Anand, the No. 1 seed, overcame an early loss to Krishnan Sasikaran with wins over Kasimdzhanov and Al-Modiahki to finish second in his group. Vassily Ivanchuk was less fortunate, dropping games to Malakhov and Macieja and finishing fifth in Group A.[4] Morozevich never recovered after suffering a disastrous start with three straight losses to Ehlvest, Ganguly, and Harikrishna. He scored only one point in five matches, finishing second-to-last in the entire tournament and dropping below 2700 in Elo rating for the first time since 1998.[5]

+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+
| GROUP A     | PTS.                              | GROUP B     | PTS.                              | GROUP C     | PTS.                              | GROUP D     | PTS.                              |
+=============+===================================+=============+===================================+=============+===================================+=============+===================================+
| VLADIMIR    | 3½                                | ALEXEY      | 3½                                | RUSTAM      | 3½                                | ALEXANDER   | 3½                                |
| MALAKHOV    |                                   | DREEV       |                                   | KASIMDZHANO |                                   | BELIAVSKY   |                                   |
|             |                                   |             |                                   | V           |                                   |             |                                   |
+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+
| YE          | 3                                 | SERGEI      | 3                                 | VISWANATHAN | 3                                 | NIGEL SHORT | 3½                                |
| JIANGCHUAN  |                                   | RUBLEVSKY   |                                   | ANAND       |                                   |             |                                   |
+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+
| Bartłomiej  | 3                                 | Teimour     | 3                                 | Krishnan    | 2½                                | Jaan        | 3½                                |
| Macieja     |                                   | Radjabov    |                                   | Sasikiran   |                                   | Ehlvest     |                                   |
+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+
| Giovanni    | 3                                 | Zurab       | 2½                                | Hichem      | 2½                                | Surya       | 2                                 |
| Vescovi     |                                   | Azmaiparash |                                   | Hamdouchi   |                                   | Ganguly     |                                   |
|             |                                   | vili        |                                   |             |                                   |             |                                   |
+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+
| Vassily     | 2                                 | Alex        | 1½                                | Mohammed    | 2                                 | Pentala     | 1½                                |
| Ivanchuk    |                                   | Yermolinsky |                                   | Al-Modiahki |                                   | Harikrishna |                                   |
+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+
| Saidali     | ½                                 | Watu Kobese | 1½                                | Xu Jun      | 1½                                | Alexander   | 1                                 |
| Iuldachev   |                                   |             |                                   |             |                                   | Morozevich  |                                   |
+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+-------------+-----------------------------------+

Playoffs

Final

In the final, Viswanathan Anand defended his World Cup title won in Shenyang against Rustam Kasimdzhanov in a two-game match. The first game of the match ended in a 16-move draw, with Kasimdzhanov failing to make any headway against Anand's Caro-Kann defence. In Game 2, Anand gradually outplayed Kasimdzhanov in the Petroff defence, gaining a strong advantage after 18 ... N6g5?. Kasimdzhanov would resign 11 moves later.[6]

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         2653     ½   0   ½

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title: Chess World Cup 2002

question: Where was the Chess World Cup 2002 held?

answer: in Hyderabad, India

question: Who is Viswanathan Anand?

answer: Former World Cup winner whom retained the title.

question: What did the tournament consist of?

answer: 4 groups of six players each

question: How many titles have been won by Viswanathan Anand?

answer: This information is not found in the article.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Viswanathan Anand defeats Rustam Kasimdzhanov in the 2002 Chess World Cup final and retains his title.


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The SCHOOL OF NURSING AT AYUB TEACHING HOSPITAL is located in Abbottabad, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, Pakistan. Is it the nursing education unit of Ayub Medical College, however most teaching and training occurs at Ayub Teaching Hospital. The school offers students a Bachelor of Science in Nursing which is a four year academic degree in the science and principles of nursing accredited by the Pakistan Nursing Council. It prepares nurses for a professional role away from the bedside with coursework in nursing science, research, leadership and nursing informatics.[1] The objective is to train nurses, midwives, lady health visitors and nursing auxiliaries dedicated on the care of individuals, families and communities. The school works under the supervision of the Khyber Pakhtunkhwa Provincial Health Services Academy.[2]

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title: School of Nursing at Ayub Teaching Hospital

question: What degree does the school award most commonly

answer: Bachelor of Science in Nursing

question: What is the average length of the nursing program?

answer: 4 years

question: List the types of professionals most likely to receive training at the school

answer: Nurses, midwives, lady health visitors and nursing auxiliaries

question: Does the school offer other degrees or programs?

answer: There is not sufficient information to answer.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article introduces the School of Nursing at Ayub Teaching hospital. It shares details about the nursing program, including the degrees conferred and the type of training offered.


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Recently, the hooded sweatshirt, or “hoodie”, has been elevated from ubiquitous casual wear to political statement in the aftermath of a tragedy. An earlier and very different tragedy led to the widespread adoption of hooded space suits. By the end of 2011, hooded soft-helmet space suits had been used 284 times, by 23% of all space flyers, and those numbers will increase for the foreseeable future.

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In 1973, the resumption of Soyuz launches after an interruption of 15 months was marked by the first Soviet space suits since 1965. In 1971, the three Soyuz 11 cosmonauts died before re-entry when their capsule accidentally depressurized a hundred miles above Earth.  Starting with Soyuz 12, cosmonauts would wear protective suits during launch and landing, as a second line of defense against cabin pressure loss.

As a young space geek, fascinated by the “look” of space technology as well as by its functionality, I immediately noticed that the new Russian suits lacked the most identifiable features of previous space suits: hard helmets and neck rings. Instead, pliable fabric hoods with built-in transparent faceplates clamped shut at the front of the neck to ensure air tightness, and could be folded back behind the head when not needed. These Sokol-K “rescue suits” were manufactured by the Zvezda design bureau in Moscow, makers of all Soviet and Russian space suits before and since then. (“Sokol” is Russian for “falcon”). The Sokol-K was as compact and light-weight as possible, but its associated life support equipment displaced one person, so only two cosmonauts flew where three previously rode in the already cramped Soyuz reentry capsule.

As a young patriotic space geek who grew up in the 1960s and 1970s, an era of rampant Russophobia, I naturally assumed that the soft-helmet Russian suits were “inspired” by the soft-helmet suits worn by American astronauts on a single space mission, eight years earlier.

Frank Borman and James Lovell wore light-weight G5C-model suits made by The David Clark Co. for their record-setting 14-day Gemini 7 mission in 1965. (The “C” in “G5C” stood for Clark.)  Astronauts on the preceding four-day and eight-day Gemini missions blamed much of their post-flight fatigue on the confinement and discomfort of their heavy G4C-model suits. These were reinforced for extravehicular activity (EVA, or space walks), and weighed 14.4 kg, including a 2.8-kg helmet with multiple visors. The G5C had only two layers and weighed 7.4 kg, including a 2.2-kg aviator’s helmet. It could be removed for comfort, and Borman and Lovell were the first people to doff, and later don, space suits in-flight.

The Americans approached suit-less spaceflight tentatively. NASA had long recognized that space suits were a compromise between functionality and comfort, and that functionality outweighed comfort.  In 1963, the B.F. Goodrich Company had developed the G2G-model suit for Gemini flights (the final “G” in “G2G” stood for Goodrich) which featured a removable hard helmet, sleeves and legs, leaving only the torso of the suit to be worn continuously.  But problems with this suit kept it from being accepted for flight.

Before the G5C was adopted, the astronauts training for both Gemini 7 and its eight-day predecessor, Gemini 5, wanted to fly their missions in more traditional pilot garb: standard coverall-style flight suits and aviators’ helmets with oxygen masks.   Gemini 5 commander Gordon Cooper and Elliot See, the backup co-pilot, demonstrated that concept inside their spacecraft during vacuum chamber testing. The fourteen-day Gemini crew had been the backups for the four-day crew, and saw first-hand their post-flight fatigue. In anticipation, Borman and Lovell’s official crew portrait showed them in their preferred space flight ensemble: light blue flight suits—complete with white scarves!—and aviators’ helmets with dark sun visors and oxygen masks.

But NASA and the spacecraft manufacturer were more concerned about crew safety if the capsule lost air pressure in space, and about thermal and humidity control in the spacecraft.  So, both crews’ requests were disapproved.  In an ironic twist, the eight-day Gemini crew not only didn't fly suit-less, but—because EVA was originally planned for their mission—they had to wear their G4C suits the entire flight!

Under continued lobbying by the astronauts, NASA Headquarters agreed that the Gemini 7 crew not use existing pressure suits during the 14-day mission.  The new, light-weight G5C full pressure suits were developed and certified just in time for their flight.

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After Gemini 7, the last five Gemini flights lasted no more than four days, and all used the G4C suits because they all had EVA planned.  The next opportunity for American  astronauts to fly suit-less would be aboard Apollo, when even standard space suits could be removed in the comparatively spacious cabin, so the astronauts could spend most of their flights in casual comfort.  NASA considered the G5C for use for launch and landing on Earth-orbital Apollo missions, but its peripheral vision was too limited.  NASA revisited the hooded soft suit in 1968 for Apollo, and again in the 1970s for Space Shuttle, but they were not pursued.

[]The Soviets had dispensed with space suits almost entirely starting with the first Voskhod flight in 1964, when fitting three men into a re-purposed one-man Vostok capsule meant providing the minimum necessary life support equipment. Except for two missions with spacewalks, all Voskhod and Soyuz crews from 1964 to 1971 wore only “training suits” (what we would call “track suits”) from launch to landing. When the Soyuz 11 tragedy proved the necessity of a pressure suit as backup to the spacecraft life support system, they considered modifications of several existing light-weight high altitude suits, and selected the Sokol aviation suit. But to fit into the existing crew couch, they eliminated its hard helmet and re-used a concept they developed as early as 1953: a large soft hood helmet with a clear visor, clamped to the torso of the suit with two hinged semi-frames (think of almost any lady’s purse).  Interestingly, the aviation suit's soft helmet reverted to a hard helmet starting in 1956 because, when opened and swung behind the head, it interfered with the airplane seat’s headrest—not a problem on Soyuz, when the cosmonauts can float out of their seats in weightlessness.

Going even further back, one of the first hooded pressure suits was a British suit from the 1950s, which resembled the G5C but was found inadequate.   And, of course, U.S. Air Force partial pressure suits from the 1950s had a soft hood covered and sealed by a hard, impact-resistant shell.

The Sokol-K evolved through the unflown –KR, -KM and –KV variants to the Sokol-KV2, introduced in 1980 and still in use today. Another variant, named the Strizh (“swift”, like the bird) rescue suit, was developed for the Buran space shuttle program and used in the Tu-160 "Blackjack" high altitude supersonic bomber.  Chinese astronauts on the Shenzhou spacecraft wear rescue suits that appear identical to the Sokol-KV2 and are probably produced in China under license from Zvezda.

In my youth, I assumed that the soft-helmet space suit must have been a recent American invention. But as it happens, such soft-suits were not new, nor were they of American origin.  I even briefly wondered if David Clark had “borrowed” the idea from the Russians, since Soviet propaganda had been showing the soft-helmet suits for years. In the end, it was probably just another example of parallel evolution: smart designers of all nationalities can come up with solutions to their problems, and similar problems lead to similar solutions.

Interestingly, after dispensing with pressure suits for several years, both the Soviet and U.S. space programs resumed using such suits during launch and landing after space flight fatalities caused them to reconsider the wisdom of flying without such protection.  The Soviets had a graphic demonstration of their value on Soyuz 11.  The Americans adopted them in a convoluted response to the “what-if” question about crew survival of an in-flight emergency less abruptly fatal than occurred on Challenger. But neither party recognized the other’s decision as relevant to its own circumstances: each had to experience a tragedy, suffer the consequences and then learn from it.

I began working on this essay on Nov. 3, 1994, and finished it up on March 31, 2012. Edits for corrections on April 1, 2012.

question: Why are hooded soft-helmet space suits widely adopted?

answer: After the Soyuz 11 tragedy, hooded soft-helmet space suits are adopted as a second line of defense against cabin pressure loss.

question: Why did three Soyuz 11 cosmonauts die in 1971?

answer: Their capsule accidentally depressurized a hundred miles above Earth, and the cosmonauts didn't have protective suits.

question: Describe the G5C-model suit.

answer: It is a  lightweight American spacesuit with an aviator’s helmet that could be removed for comfort.

question: Describe the Sokol-K rescue suit.

answer: It is a compact and lightweight Russian spacesuit with soft hoods with faceplates that could be folded back behind the head when not needed.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The Soyuz 11 tragedy in 1971, where three cosmonauts died, proved the importance of pressurized soft-helmet spacesuits as a backup in case of cabin pressure loss. Pressurized spacesuits are used up to this day.


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grifting as a digital gangster will insure that you never become poor, so long as you lower your moral standards.

you will need:
a stolen paypal account that doesn't belong to me or a fellow dg
(stolen paypal accounts are fairly easy to come by - a lot of people use the same password for their email and their bank and their porn site, you fill in the blank on that one)
balls
sunglasses and a hat

first, find a thing you want on ebay being sold in a general locality you find yourself in that ends in a few days or is set buy it now by a private seller.

contact the seller and tell them that your brother's/sister's/cousin's/pastor's birthday is TOMORROW, and the thing that they have for sale is exactly what your brother/sister/cousin/pastor has been raving about and you can't find it anywhere. tell them you want to come over and check it out, and you will buy it immediately if they end the auction early for 20% above what the current bid is at (what do you care, it isn't your money) or if it is buy it now, just say you want to roll over and peep that lil whodi before you commit.

roll over to their crib in your "disguise" and check out the item. tell them you don't have the cash on you, but you have plenty of simoleans in your paypal account. ask to use their computer.

sign on to the stolen paypal from their computer and pay the seller some stolen money from their computer, giving them a firm handshake as you exit the premises.

ride off into the sunset like a boss. optional: if you bought a go-kart, ride off in that.

when the seller finally catches wind that he/she has been scammed, they will tell the police that some guy came over to their house, used their computer, and paid for their item using a stolen paypal.

likely story.

the officers take this statement from the seller but they aren't exactly buying the story. one policeman turns to his partner and gives him a slight nod, and the seller (let's assume the seller is male) gets arrested and rides in the squad car to the county jail.

in county, he has a couple visitors from family and friends, but no one wants to bail him out. you see, he had a history of alcoholism and generally treated his kids like shit, and most everyone in the neighborhood knew it. his wife is glad she is finally away from his verbal and physical abuse, and while she secretly believes his story is genuine, welcomes the fact that finally, some karmic balance has been restored to the world.

while awaiting trial, his wife (with the help of a local attorney) files divorce papers to dissolve their marriage of six years. he paces his jail cell and the common area, clutching his divorce papers, weeping softly, wondering if he had just been a slightly more attentive husband and went to his AA meetings regularly, if this whole mess ever would have happened.

at his trial, the judge reads aloud what he has been charged with, and if he has anything to say for himself.

"NO," he exclaims to the judge. "I AM NOT GUILTY!"

fighting back tears, he scans the courtroom - his friends and family are nowhere to be seen. the jury continues staring the defendant down with obvious contempt as the prosecution mounts their case. the prosecutor, a young, handsome hotshot, makes eye contact with the dumbfounded ebay seller. if there is one thing he learned in law school, it is that the face of this seller in particular is clearly showing no remorse for his actions.

following the conclusion of the defense's unconvincing, public-defender-esque argument, the judge bangs his gavel and the jury convenes to deliberate the case. no character witness has come forward to attest that deep down, our seller truly is a nice person, just misguided and damaged. his youth was marked with abuse, and he knew no better than to follow the same example in adulthood.

in no less than fifteen minutes, the jury returns. slowly, the dejected seller rises to his feet, fidgeting nervously.

"...we find the defendant guilty, " the jury foreman states with a hint of disdain in his voice.

sentenced to one year in prison, the seller begins writing a memoir detailing his experience as a child and the subsequent problems that followed. collect call after collect call, letter after letter, he continues to profess his innocence to his estranged ex-wife and children. after going through a series of substandard boyfriends, his ex-wife finally realizes that perhaps the seller is not such a bad guy after all, and the experience of jail has changed him for the better; she decides to contact a better lawyer and begin to mount an appeal to set her ex-husband free.

one day in the common area, a fight breaks out between the seller and a former gang member (who was incarcerated for a drug distribution charge) over a pair of stolen slippers. amidst the confusion, the seller accidentally stabs a correctional officer, severely wounding him. this effectively erased ALL of the good time the seller had accumulated (3 months) and he was sent to administrative segregation for his crime.

a judge finds the seller guilty of assault with a deadly weapon against a correctional officer and extends his prison sentence seven years. it would have been longer but his ex-wife, in a show of newfound love and respect, asked the judge for leniency in his case. she truly believed her former lover had turned over a new leaf, and had begun marking a calendar, counting the days until she could be with her husband again.

after fulfilling his debt to society (which actually began as your debt to society), the seller is released from prison, his memoirs now 800 pages thick. his children, once bright-eyed elementary school students, were now in high school. even though their father was in jail, it seems they turned out to be responsible young adults, making the honor roll and abstaining from drugs and alcohol use.

watching the news on a lazy sunday afternoon, you recognize your victim's mugshot as they tell his story and discuss his memoirs. realizing the error of your ways, you drive to his house in your stolen go-kart and ring the doorbell. the seller answers the door.

"hello seller," you quietly mumble. "you probably don't remember me, but i am the reason you went to jail many years ago."

after a few seconds of uneasy silence, the man replies.

"yes, i remember. for the longest time, i thought about nothing but getting revenge on you. you took my family away from me. you took my youth. you took my go-kart..."

a lump forms in your throat as his eyes well up with tears. he continues:

"if it wasn't for you, though, i never would have faced my past demons. since i've been out of jail, i have a boundless appreciation for life, my kids and my wife love me unconditionally, and i have been clean and sober for a long time. i owe it all to you."

"come on, " you say, putting your hand on the man's shoulder. "let's take a ride."

turn to page 127 if you drive the man to the bar and get him piss drunk, breaking his pledge of sobriety.
turn to page 120 if you email oprah to consider making him into a best-selling author with his memoirs.

*written by ytcracker*

title: How to get away with PayPal fraud in a few easy steps

question: What mood is the author trying to evoke?

answer: Dark humor

question: Why did the digital gangster (DG) choose this particular eBay seller?

answer: It seems the DG chose at random based on his general locality and the item he wants to acquire illegally. The eBay seller who went to jail was just unlucky, selling the wrong item at the wrong location.

question: Describe the eBay seller's emotional journey.

answer: The eBay seller went from happy that he made a sale, to confused, shocked, and disbelieving that he let himself fall for the scam, to defiant and angry that no one believes he's innocent, to remorseful when his wife filed for divorce, to vengeful, calm, and introspective during his prison stint, to appreciative when the DG goes back to his house.

question: Will this Paypal scam work in real life? Explain why.

answer: The author's proposed Paypal scam won't really work in real life because people are smarter than the author's depiction of the seller and won't let anybody inside their homes, let alone let a stranger use their computer. Also, eBay is purely online selling for a reason - people want anonymity and there is no rule that a buyer has to physically "inspect" an item before buying it. That's what product images are for.


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The HERNDON HOME is a historic house museum and National Historic Landmark at 587 University Place NW, in Atlanta, Georgia. An elegant Classical Revival mansion with Beaux Arts influences, it was the home of Alonzo Franklin Herndon (1858-1927), a rags-to-riches success story who was born into slavery, but went on to become Atlanta's first black millionaire as founder and head of the Atlanta Life Insurance Company. The house was designed by his wife Adrienne, and was almost entirely built with African-American labor. The house was declared a National Historic Landmark in 2000,[1][2] and had previously been declared a “landmark building exterior” by the city of Atlanta in 1989.[3]

Description and history

The Herndon Home is located in Atlanta's Vine City neighborhood, adjacent to the campus of Morris Brown College (formerly the campus of Atlanta University) on the north side of University Place NW. It is a two-story rectangular structure, faced in brick, with a flat, balustraded roof, porches projecting from the sides, and a massive neoclassical entrance portico, supported by large paired columns. The entrance is framed by wide sidelight windows and topped by a semi-oval transom, all windows displaying etching and tracery. The building is capped by a full entablature and modillioned cornice. The flat roof is usable as an open terrace, although it was reported to be in poor condition in 2000. The building interior is elaborately fitted with original period wood, stone, and plaster. The main living rooms have murals on the wall depicting elements of the Herndon family history.[4]

The house was built in 1910 for Alonzo and Adrienne Herndon. Much of the building's design is credited to Adrienne, who was a drama teacher at Atlanta University, and had intended the rooftop terrace, from which the university campus was visible, as a performance venue. According to available documentation, all of the work on the mansion, except for its electrical and plumbing systems, was performed by African-American laborers and contractors.[5]

Alonzo Herndon was born into slavery in 1858, and was freed, while still a child, by the American Civil War. From this virtually penniless beginning, Herndon built a chain of barbershops in Atlanta, and in 1905 founded the Atlanta Life Insurance Company, which grew to become the nation's largest African-American-owned insurance company, and made him a millionaire. Herndon's son Norris continued to run Atlanta Life until his own death in 1955.[6]

The vacant Herndon Building on Auburn Avenue, where Alonzo built his business, was seriously damaged in the 2008 Atlanta tornado (which also passed very close to the Herndon Home), and was demolished in late April 2008.[7] The Herndon Building was one of three contributing properties in the Sweet Auburn Historic District associated with the life of Alonzo Herndon. The Atlanta Life Insurance Company Building and the Rucker Building are the other two.[8]

Herndon Foundation

The Herndon Home is now owned by the nonprofit Alonzo F. and Norris B. Herndon Foundation, which since 1983 has operated the home. The home is open for tours.[9] The foundation supports entrepreneurship.[10]

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[2] Frank J. J. Miele, John Sprinkle, and Patti Henry (November 1999) , National Park Service and

[3] Herndon Home, at City of Atlanta

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[9] The Alonzo F. and Norris B. Herndon Foundation: The Foundation

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title: Herndon Home

question: What does the text say about how to start a successful life insurance business?

question: What does the text say about Alonzo Franklin Herndon?

answer: Alonzo Franklin Herndon was born into slavery in 1858. He was freed by the American Civil War when he was still a child. From a penniless beginning, Herndon built a chain of barbershops in Atlanta. In 1905, he founded the Atlanta Life Insurance Company, which grew to become the nation's largest African-American-owned insurance company. This made Herndon Atlanta's first black millionaire, a true rags to riches story.

question: What does the text say about Alonzo's wife, Adrienne Herndon?

answer: Adrienne Herndon designed their mansion, The Herndon Home, which is now a National Historic Landmark in Atlanta, Georgia. She was a drama teacher at Atlanta University. Adrienne had the rooftop terrace built as a performance venue, which also afforded her views of the school's campus. She and Alonzo had a son, Norris.

question: What does the text say about The Herndon Home?

answer: The Herndon Home is a historic house museum declared as a National Historic Landmark in 2000. It is located at 587 University Place NW, in Atlanta, Georgia. The Herndon Home is a Classical Revival mansion with Beaux-Arts influences and the home of Alonzo Franklin Herndon, founder of the Atlanta Life Insurance Company and Atlanta's first black millionaire. The mansion was designed by Alonzo's wife, Adrienne, and was almost entirely built with African-American labor.