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The 1978 OKLAHOMA GUBERNATORIAL ELECTION was held on November 7, 1978, to elect the governor of Oklahoma. Incumbent Republican Governor David L. Boren chose not to run for re-election to a second term in office. Instead Boren decided to run for the United States Senate. Former governor, and sitting lieutenant governor George Nigh was elected, defeating Republican nominee Ron Shotts.

Democratic primary

The primary elections took place on August 22, 1978.

Candidates

-   Larry Derryberry
-   Bob Funston
-   George Nigh, lieutenant governor, and former governor of Oklahoma

Results

Runoff

The Runoff election took place on September 19, 1978.

Republican primary

The primary elections took place on August 22, 1978.

Candidates

-   Jim Head
-   Jerry L. Mash
-   Ron Shotts, former Oklahoma Sooners football player

Results

Independents

Candidates

-   Billy Joe Clegg
-   Jim McCuiston
-   Floyd Shealy

General election

Results

title: 1978 Oklahoma gubernatorial election

question: Why did David Boren decide against running for re-election as Oklahoma's governor?

answer: He decided to run for the US Senate instead.

question: Who won the Democratic and Republican primaries, respectively?

answer: George Nigh won the Democratic primary, and Ron Shotts won the Republican primary.

question: When did the primaries take place?

answer: They were held on August 22, 1978.

question: What was the margin of victory in favor of the elected governor?

answer: The article doesn't mention the details of the primaries.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The 1978 Oklahoma Gubernatorial Election was held on November 7, 1978, to elect the governor of Oklahoma. Incumbent Governor David L. Boren (R) chose to run for the US Senate instead of re-election. The sitting lieutenant governor and former governor George Nigh (D) won the election.


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I like being barefoot in the cold. People always stare at me awkwardly, when I start peeling off my shoes and socks to walk across a frost-laden pitch of grass, but they wouldn’t if they just tried it. Society only tells you it’s not okay to go outside with shoes on. It’s actually an entirely novel concept, really; I’d rather focus on my feet freezing, than sit back idly as my night travels in reverse.

I don’t think I sleep well anymore. I always feel tired; like the coffee I had last night, doesn’t want me to drink the coffee I’ll drink in the morning. And I’ll roll over in my bed, and that sting of the familiar pain in my side shakes me so hard I can’t go back to sleep. And the feeling of my heart, almost burning, with every few beats, scares me enough to get out of bed and drink some water. I’ll go outside, instead of having coffee, in an attempt to offset the ritual that lead to my dismay. Walking barefoot into the yard while I’m smoking, just to let my mind travel somewhere else for a while. And then I stepped on that fucking dart. The serenity of chills is met with the sound of anguish, and my scream pierces the early morning, and I’m left wondering why I ever threw that dart out the window. I hung a map on my wall, and I blindfolded myself; just to throw a dart, and see where it’d land, well, it landed in the yard. I threw the dart to see where it wanted me to go, and through the bitter irony, it ended up being what stopped me from going anywhere. Because now there’s a dart sized whole in my foot. I don’t think I think anymore. If I had been thinking at all, I wouldn't of went into the back yard barefoot; there’s so much dog shit out there.

I think, through out the course of the last hundred years, all anyone ever wanted was to be listened to. To know that their sorrow was heard. I wake up, and my side hurts every day; I’m too exhausted to run, because I don’t sleep well anymore. After drinking coffee all day, going to bed, is comparable to sleeping on something incredibly hot and itchy. Yeah, you can manage it, but you have to stand up every forty-five minutes to scratch your balls and cool off. My heart hurts after drinking so much coffee. Sometimes, enough that I contemplate going to the hospital, but then I remember that I don’t like hospitals anymore; that if I walk in there, complaining of heart pain, I’d probably be locked in a room for four hours until I stroked out all together. Yeah, I don’t like hospitals. This is my pain. And I carry it with me every day, along with seven cup’s of coffee and two red bulls. I feel like I’m slowly killing myself everyday, and I’m screaming in torment at the wall; no one hears me, and I don’t feel heard. I feel muffled. The pain in my chest and coffee cup in my hand tells me I’m not being dramatic, but reality taught me a long time ago, that help doesn’t usually ever come. And I don’t know what to do, because this life leaves me feeling empty and void, and in a significant amount of pain. I just don’t want to drink any more coffee. My side hurts.

title: It's 8 a.m. and my eyes burn.

question: What does the story say about why the narrator drinks so much coffee?

question: Summarise the reason(s) the narrator likes to walk barefoot outside in the cold.

answer: The narrator appears to care less about outside opinions about his life choices. He makes odd decisions such as walking barefoot in the cold, and because of this, people tend to stare awkwardly at him because it's not very often they get to see a person barefoot in the cold. It's considered bizarre. The concept of walking outside with your shoes on seems relatively novel to him, so he prefers to do what makes him comfortable. Even though it causes his feet to freeze, walking barefoot in the cold seems to give him a sense of focus. However, this decision is one he would later come to regret.

question: What does the story say is the effect of too much coffee consumption on the narrator's health?

answer: Lately, the narrator has been suffering from loss of proper sleep which may be insomnia, the effect of which is likely the regular consumption of coffee. Following this, he suffers aching pains at his sides, contributing to his inability to sleep well and a burning heart pain after drinking so much coffee. This excess coffee consumption also causes him heat strokes at night, which keeps him awake, and coupled with that, is a constant headache. Despite all this, the narrator is still adamant about not visiting the hospital to seek medical attention for his ailing health because he doesn't want to spend long hours confined in a room. He prefers to suffer in silence and continue consuming his daily seven cups of coffee and red bulls.


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I take a deep breath, adjust my goggles and sprint to the end. My feet barely touch the mass beneath me and I approach the tip of the wing, the wind screaming beautifully past me, a rush like the flow of blood through an artery, like a wave of water crushing a swimmer for a moment before allowing her respite, the swell of breath as you feel a lover’s touch on your thigh, her eyes locking with yours before her lips do the same. My left foot touches the edge, heel to toe; my knee flexes, and for a moment I think I hesitate, but perhaps I don’t and just wish I had. Perhaps I am pushed.  I launch and turn backwards, flipping so I can see the plane behind me, the earth upside down and for a moment, the briefest moment, I’m suspended in the air. According to physics it’s at this moment where I’m not moving in any direction. There is nothing pushing me this way or that, no commitment to worry about, no forces act on me at all. Then I fall towards the earth speeding along towards the cities, commitment, life, reality. For the next several minutes I feel myself speeding up, crushing down at the solid ground. Finally it feels like I’m not falling. I feel suspended again, floating full of life and feeling and power here 10,000 feet above terra firma.

Pushing through the sky like a bottle opener into a cork, I spin and spin diving further and further towards a certainty I cannot escape. Clouds come into view, glorious and looming. I see them so often from the ground they have become meaningless; up here where it’s different I see them for what they are: constantly shifting bodies. Clouds don’t move, they come into being in a different space, while leaving other parts to wisp away into the wind. They pulse and breathe. They hold you for a moment and then release you. Inside the cloud there’s a magic, a concrete feeling of luscious glory that lasts momentarily before I exit. Clouds come and go as do I, entering and exiting them at a velocity best described as wonderful but dizzying.

The ground is closer and more real than ever, and it’s time to pull. Put a stop to this freedom and embrace safety, end the charade of a freewheeling care-free young man and settle down. The equivalent of a wife and minivan, the kids and the bills and the security of others. Someone who doesn’t just give you the thrill and leave you, something that doesn’t feel like a one night stand. Time to plant your feet on solid ground.

I fall, hand on the cord, eyes on the altimeter, and slowly rotate so I fall looking at the sky. Looking at where I was, seeing how far I’ve come and wishing I was one minute ago, three days ago, 6 months ago. Being dropped is terrible, falling is exhilarating, but finding ground again…

Finding ground again is frightening. The idea of walking around miles below where you were and having to work to get back up here to the sky: well honestly it’s goddam awful. I want to be up in the sky again already, looking down at everyone beneath me, I want to be high up again. But no, right now I’m falling; falling increasingly faster and faster. The ground is rushing at me, that which was so unimportant only a moment ago is now so very important.

I think of what it took to get here. The training, the practice, the years of waiting, the checking of gas, wheels, equipment, radio, wings, instruments, and all the work just to reach the air. Learning and practice and practice and trust and building something that could work. Only to find yourself up high above the world, above it all, nothing can touch you. Packing the chute…

Oh god the parachute. I touch the cord handle of the cord and recall this fall isn’t like the others. I’ve been here before, but I always landed softly, holding the plastic handle that was attached to my chute. There’s nothing safe about it this time. This time I will land hard. I’m passed the moment where I can actually deploy and safely land on the ground. I yank hard on the cord and my chute rips open; a chest with ribs broken and a heart looking at the surgeon beating softly with the thump of a speaker. Wind fills the parachute and I feel myself slow down incredibly fast. I look down and I see the ground only one hundred feet away. I brace myself and try to glide in along the ground, I pull my feet up and I pull the cords by me and I look and I scream, my mouth opens wide and it all comes flying out of me. I slide through high grass going far too fast; my body instinctively curls up and I roll along the ground cracking bones, bruising ribs, and generally fucking up my body. I inhale dirt and scrape a gash on my shin that deposits blood on the ground every few feet. The roll last 6 seconds, but I feel like I’ve been tumbling for months. Dust is everywhere and the cloud billows up around me as I finally come to rest on the ground.

Broken, bruised, beaten, busted up and generally destroyed on every level of existence. I cough and blood mixes into the bare grass around me and I contemplate laying here forever. The sun is fading in the west I look over at it, and I watch, laying down in a mixture of brown, red, green, and yellow and realize that there’s nothing that has to happen, there’s nothing that is more important than finding my own strength and standing up to say I’m ready. I slowly rise up to my knees, and then one foot at a time, I stand up. I watch the sun burn the remnants of the day away, a bright orange ball that everyday cooks the world to a crisp, only to show up the next morning to a fresh new set of ingredients; ready to burn again. The sun’s flames lick the ground and for a moment, a lifetime of a moment, the ground glows red along the entire horizon. I shrug off my parachute and look back up the sky.

I’ll be back up there again soon.

title: Falling in Love and Falling out of a Plane

question: What kind of narrative is the story?

answer: It's not straight-forward but rather an extended metaphor.

question: What does the narrator want?

answer: The narrator wants to enjoy the fall, to be back at the moment of the jump, before facing the ground landing was a pressing issue.

question: What are the main events of the story?

answer: The narrator skydiving and landing.

question: What does the narrator fear?

answer: He fears finding ground and being stuck doing all the walking and hard work just to get back up in the air.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator, a skydiver, jumps out of a plane and enjoys the fall. The ground is compared to the certainty of a conventional life, one with a wife and children. He dreads landing and having to walk back and do more work to get back into the sky to jump again. He pulls the parachute too late and lands hard, injuring himself.


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Yeah, I believe in Karma...sorta, but I never did anything or even thought up anything in my head that was bad enough to explain the punishment and imprisonment that I have had to endure for the past however long. I’m blessed though, I know I am. My mom and dad love me a lot... a lot. I know that since I disappeared, they probably have been raising hell everywhere, seriously everywhere. I feel bad for my dad, cause I know that mom must have pulled his leg so that he’d fork out the money needed to put my picture into their church bulletin. I’m sure he reluctantly succumbed to doing so, as rational as he his, knowing that no kidnapper would be kneeling amongst them on Saturday evenings, and that the 20, 50 or however many bucks they spent broadcasting it would ultimately be a waste, but I bet in the end he didn’t mind, cause he figured that it would give my mom a piece of mind. Thinking about it, I agree with Dad. I’m not sure what I would do if I were to be in their position...it’s tough.

The last day we I had with them wasn’t especially memorable. I was visiting my parents, I remember waking up and being real cranky about the breakfast that had been prepared prior to my waking... I hated when we only had carby options. Personally, I like bacon, ham, eggs...and Mom knows that!!  But, for some reason, that morning she just popped some eggos in the toaster and laid out some jam, butter and syrup on the counter.... along with fruit, obviously. I didn’t hide my disgust. I wish I did.

I wish Andrew (my boyfriend) had been there that day. At least I would have had an ally ...someone to side with me regarding the ultimate superiority of protein breakfasts! MMM... eggs benedict, lamb omelets, over-easy eggs, scrambled eggs, bacon, canadian bacon (or even turkey bacon!)peanut butter shakes... whatever ... nom nom nom! Sorry, I diverge... I do that a lot. I typically get lost on tangents... i keep getting farther and farther off topic, until I don’t even really remember what my point was. At least writing things down gives me some idea.

I get interrupted a lot, too. Like I said earlier, life’s no peach for me. I live in a cellar, or close to one. It’s dimensions are guesstimably 9 x 9... yeah I know it could be worse, but it definitely could be better. I have one window, which is COMPLETELY barred I have nothing but a bed, with a single sheet and one pillow (minus pillow case). When I have to pee, shower, poo or any of the sort ... I have to yell for someone... I am then escorted to the potty room - where magic happens. I am allowed a pencil and a pad, but only when I have a guard watching over me. Its unbelievable.... I have never been the suicidal type, I just don’t get it. Aside from the guard... I am provided with a nurse, a reader/teacher, a feeder (my fav), a counselor and an observer/creeper (referring to the person I sometimes see peering in on me while I sleep).

I’m not a dumb girl. I’ve worked in different hospitals, I know what prison is like and I have a pretty good idea what a mental institution would be like... but where I am kept is completely different. I also know that I am not a test subject. Someone kidnapped me. Someone rich enough to hire a staff to “look after me.” Days, nights, weeks, months .... everything has been just fading together. I don’t know what he wants from me..... the boss. I know he is the one who kidnapped me, though he’s never admitted it. But, he still comes in every now and again to chit-chat. I usually spit on him. He’s never made any advances on me or hurt me in any way that I can remember. I just don’t get why he wont let me go. Typically, I tune-out most everything he says.

The counselor asks me how I’m feeling. I want to slap him. I ask why he works for the boss and how he validates his life when he leaves here. He just shakes his head. He asks me about my parents....

I really am tired of all the psycho-analyzing babble, but I do miss mom and dad.... and matt. I start telling him about the deep level of appreciation I have for my parents, how I admire their love, but how if I were to raise a child ... I would do it differently than they did. He asks how. I tell him about the well thought out upbringing that Andrew and I been planning for our kids, and how it would be a perfect mixture of strictness and openness. I ask the counselor his opinions on the matter; he just lets out a heavy sigh. I start berating him ... I know that he must have a failed marriage and fucked up kids for him to be working for some insane boss who keeps women in cellars. What an idiot I am! Why would I even ask his advice. I’m shaking, uncontrollably. I tell him what an imbecile he is and call for the guard to let him out immediately!!!!!

The guard doesn’t come, but he sees his way out... on his own.

I must have passed out, but I was awaken by the knocking on my door. Thank god for the feeder!  He comes in, presenting me with gifts. I see no need for 3 kings when I have this one ... I’ve told you - he is my favorite of the boss’s workers. He not only brings in delicious foods, but an array of condiments and spices for me to pour onto them. As much as I love his service, he always is the biggest downer to be around. I try to talk to him and ask about his life, but he always gets teary-eyed. I think the boss works him the most and he never gets to see his family. I am not even sure that he speaks english, or maybe he is always just too choked up to speak..who knows. But, he always stays to watch me eat.

.....

I fell asleep and had the worst dream. My chef, feeder, counselor, guard and boss all had the same face... they were all so old looking and unfamiliar. It terrified me. I needed fresh air, I couldn’t breathe....but the windows were barred. I tried punching the glass with all my force, but nothing happened. I gasped when I saw someone on the other side peeking in on me.... some creepy, witchlike, haggard woman. I panicked, damn near had a heart attack... and collapsed, passing out in my bed.

title: A REFLECTION.

question: What did the narratordo that makes her think she deserves whatever misfortune befell her?

answer: The narrator believes she is loved by her parents. She also feels bad her mom would have pressurized her dad into spending money to put up posters to find her. She reminisces about her time with her family as she sits in a cell, watched by people she does not know. Considering how she behaved during the morning before her disappearance. The narrator wishes she was a bit nicer to her mom and dad,  She had expressed her disgust at the breakfast she was being offered by her mom, an action she regrets.


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Welcome to the 7 days to die Arena!
Did the zombies lose their appeal to you? Are you no longer challenged by the mundane tasks that involve wiping numberless undead? Then try your luck in the bloody sands of the Arena! This building´s sole purpouse nurture and estimulate the carnage of man against man. Inside its territory you must use the best of your ingenuity and malice to build your defenses and hunt down all your opponents, be by the power of the hammer or the bullet. Made for up to 4 players, the Arena is the place to gorge in the pleasures of murder in a dynamic yet controlled environment.

The rules and working are as follows:
1.The Place:

I- Players enter through the lowest level (-6).There are two doors for each entrance: one locked by the host and another by the corresponding player*

II- On the second level (-4) there is a deposit for the items the players do not intend to use on the arena. They may store these here. There are chests behind two sets of doors: one locked by the host and another by the player*

III- The first level (-2) is the spawning point, and the place where players store the items they do intend to use on the fighting. Here are the players locked chests, sleeping bags and unlocked chests full of wooden clubs (their use shall be explained later)

IV- The surface level (0) is the area in which the players shall build their defenses and fight. Each colour corresponds to each player, and he may only build on his colour.

* If the player in question is the host, then you may elect another to lock his door. But whatever, he is the host. Should he want to cheat, he could do it anyways. So choose well your hosts kids.

2.How it goes:

I- The host unlocks the doors at the last level and the players get in. Then he locks the door again. There is no turning back now, wimp.

II- On the second level, the players may store the items they do not want to risk losing or that are not allowed inside the arena. They close their doors, then the host follows suit. Your items may be retrieved after the event ends.

III- Continuing to the first level, the players then store their battle gear inside the chests. This is all you are allowed to use for as long as the fighting goes, and you can return to your chest after you die and gear up for revenge.

IV- Still on the first level: if you happen to be playing with scum, scoundrels and riffraff in general, you may want to verify their inventories by following these simple steps:
1-Ask them to unload all their inventory inside their chests, tool belt included.
2-Ask them to unlock the chests. Take a peek and see if it is all OK.
3-Direct them to one of the chests full of wooden clubs (lilac chest) and instruct them to loot the whole thing
4-If there is any wooden club left in the chest, the cretin is hiding something.

V- Optional- Players may make bets and place the items in the golden chest

VI- After everything is prepared, the players get in position and rise to the surface level, where the bloodbath begins. The rules on this level are up to the game you wish to play: it may be capture the flag, deathmatch, tag, etc… use your creativity!

VII- After the event ends, the players head to the first level. The losers then unlock their chests and put every item still with them in there, for the winner to loot.

VIII- The winner loots everything, including any eventual bet.

IX- The players then go to the second level, the host unlocks the doors to their chests and they get their stuff.

X- In the last level the host unlocks the doors and set the players free one by one, to ensure safety. The last being the winner as he probably holds more firepower.

3. What is allowed in there:

I- At first, the items allowed should be anything related to combat and death in general. So you may bring in your melee weapons, ranged weapons, armor, medkits, bandages, etc…

II- It is not allowed to bring anything that has potential to destroy the installations, locks or doors. Simultaneously, while an event is taking place you can´t build or install anything on the arena- traps included. This is done in the preparation phase. So no tools, traps, blocks or building materials allowed.

III- Special rules may apply for certain events. So you may allow only one kind of weapon, forbid medkits, limit quantities, etc…

4. Considerations about the preparation phase:

I- The outer wall should always be at least 2 blocks higher than the highest block in the arena, and have no ladders. There is no escape.

II- Obviously, the outer wall bust be intact

III- No digging, else many a fuckery may ensue.

5. Looting rules:

I- You are free to loot everything that is dropped on the surface level

II- After the fight is over, the winner gets everything.

question: Is this a video game?

answer: Unclear, but implied that yes it is a video game.

question: Why would you suspect something about a player if after looting a chest full of wooden clubs there's a wooden club left in the chest?

answer: Because the chest holds enough items to fill the players inventory, if there's something left then they had something in their inventory already.

question: Why must the sets of doors be locked individually, one by the host and the other by the player?

answer: It adds to the strategy of the game.

question: Why is the last player to be let loose from the locked doors the likely winner?

answer: Because they probably hold more firepower.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The Arena is a game map where players can indulge in a murderous rampage in a dynamic yet controlled environment. Separated into various levels, and locked behind a multitude of locked doors, the players must advance systematically in order to survive. Players may even bet to win items locked in a golden chest. With preparation and strategy built in, this game progresses with a slew of rules organizing the event.


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Living in Texas, my husband and I are huge football fans so naturally we love all things Dallas Cowboys and that includes watching “Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders: Making The Team.” Now before you go rolling your eyes at our reality TV guilty pleasure, I want to share some serious personal branding lessons from this show that we can all learn from.

  But first a quick question: Do you know what your current personal brand even says about you? If you can’t answer this question quickly and confidently, you are not currently in control of your brand, and that could be hurting your future opportunities whether you work in the corporate world or have a business of your own.

  You may be saying to yourself right now, “But, I’m not a brand?!”, and I am here to tell you friend that nothing could not be further from the truth. If you have not been deliberate with building your personal brand, then what you have been doing is building a brand unaware of the impact you are not only making on other people, but your own reputation.

  What exactly is a personal brand? It’s your energy, your vibe. It’s that first impression you give when someone lands on your Facebook account. It’s everything from your appearance to the way you conduct yourself in a meeting, to how you treat the people around you.

  Jeff Bezos, founder and CEO of Amazon, defines a personal brand as “Your brand is what people say about you when you’re not in the room.”

  What has intrigued me about watching young women pursue their dreams of becoming a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader is how many of these young women while talented and have worked very hard to make a team of elite few are so unaware of how much their personal lives plays a role in whether or not they will land a job for an NFL team.

  Many of these young women are entering their final stages of making the cut; their dreams are just within reach when they are called into the Director’s office to explain their online activities. A simple search of their name has revealed explicit sexual photos, binge drinking on a college campus and public tweets that are distasteful and crude.

  One by one they are each informed that they will not continue on as a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader despite passing all other requirements because as a national brand and franchise, the Dallas Cowboys have a reputation to uphold and they can’t risk a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader’s past tarnishing their own brand.

  One by one they are dismissed and asked to clean out their lockers. One mistake. One moment of lapsed judgment stopped their dreams dead in their tracks. What a shame, right?

  What does a simple Google search reveal about you and your personal brand? What do potential clients or employers find when they search for your name? Have you been passed over for opportunities and didn’t even realize it?

Here are three ways your personal brand could be sabotaging your future opportunities:

1. Online Persona

Are you constantly complaining online about politics and voicing your opinion in a negative way about world events? Are you getting smashed at parties and taking selfies to post online?

  Someone landing on your social media will form an opinion of who you are just by looking at your first few social media posts. Are you condescending? Disrespectful? Have a harsh tone? Appear to lack good judgment in the company you keep?

  While you should always be authentic and true to yourself, there is always a way to voice your views with respect and kindness without isolating everyone in your space, and there are lots of ways to have fun without it getting out of control and becoming a permanent part of your online brand.

  THINK ABOUT IT: would a potential client or employer hire someone who is always ranting on their social media pages and seems to have a hard time controlling themselves in public? Hardly the type of person that looks or sounds attractive to hire or work with.

2. Personal Appearance

Do you show up for work or networking events neatly put together? You don’t need to wear the latest Prada fashion or look like a super model but being clean and tidy speaks volumes especially if you want to be paid what you are worth. When you value yourself, others will too. Do you follow and respect the dress code at work? Do you show up for meetings with clients on time, well rested and on your A-Game ready to contribute?

  THINK ABOUT IT: is an employer more likely to promote an employee and a client more likely to re-hire or refer someone who is well put together, takes pride in their appearance and meets expectations?

3. Personal Interactions

How you treat others online and in private conversations is a critical piece to your personal brand. Are you respectful and helpful? Are you argumentative and defensive? Are you commenting on social media posts trying to drive your point home?

  A simple screenshot of your comment or private message and it can be shared and posted thousands of times. Our words matter and they can leave a lasting online footprint and impression on people’s minds. They can strengthen our personal brands, or they can tear it down. When communicating online, through private message or text, it’s important to use discretion and discernment in how you react. The online world becomes a very small one very quickly.

  THINK ABOUT IT: While I don’t condone these types of actions, there are people who will put others on public blast. Once something is online its hard or nearly impossible to remove it. The next time you want to react defensively to another person, take a step back and ask yourself if you would be okay with what you have to say going public for all the world to see. You may think twice and spare your brand from any negative backlash.

    Guard the brand of you, for it’s the greatest asset you have. Your personal brand can work in your favor and bring incredible opportunities your way, or it can sabotage your dreams and hard work. Like so many young women who have been so close to fulfilling their dreams of becoming a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, you could find yourself being turned down for a dream job or working with that dream client because a Google search led them to a moment of bad judgment.

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question: What does the article say about online activities that aren't brand-friendly?

answer: Women dreaming of becoming Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders are turned away for having sexually explicit photos, photos of binge drinking, and distasteful or crude public tweets available online. The article discourages complaining online about politics and voicing opinions in a negative way about world events. It also discourages getting drunk at parties and posting selfies online. It is also harmful to come across as condescending or disrespectful.

question: What does the article say about how to promote a brand online?


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The research team at NZRS thought it might be nice to present something on this blog that is different to what we would normally present, but something topical for the Internet in New Zealand all the same.

Netflix launched in New Zealand and Australia in March 2015. This was a much anticipated event though undoubtedly the USA based service was already popular within New Zealand evinced by entire ISPs offering services to circumvent geo-blocking, and indeed their continued use after Netflix launch. Netflix were certainly not the first in the New Zealand market; QuickFlix were an early comer in 2012 with a hybrid subscription and digital rental model, as were Apple with a pay per view model. Lightbox entered the market in 2014 aggressively building its content offering with a subscription based service.

While typically NZRS is concerned with the lower layers of the Internet and infrastructure, the introduction of streaming video on demand services into the market has driven Internet usage in New Zealand. A noticeable 'blip' in Internet traffic was observed by Chorus from March 2015 with a 40% increase in traffic at aggregation points. This happened to coincide with the launch of Netflix in New Zealand and Vodafone offering a six month free trial of the service and Lightbox being offered free to Spark customers for 12 months. New Zealand's two largest ISPs were both enabling free video on demand services to their customers.

The research team at Chorus have provided information on data usage and connection speeds.

[Average User Bitrate and Average Connection Speed]

It seems that video on demand services in New Zealand are influencing infrastructure use in New Zealand both in terms of impact on aggregation and positively on the deployment of content delivery infrastructure(CDN) to bring content closer to the consumer and aggregation points.

It's been clear that the services are different between New Zealand and the USA but to what extent had not been revealed specifically by Netflix. It should be noted this was very much a point in time analysis and it must be apparent to Netflix New Zealand subscribers that new content is being added all the time.

The code and data used in the analysis below of the Netflix libraries is made available both through the NZRS Github account and the interactive charts in this blog post. Below each of the charts is a link to the data and ways of using the charts. You can embed the charts either statically or interactively in other pages or presentations. Feel free to play and provide feedback or criticism.

Catalogue Size##

During June 2015 we logged into Netflix from within New Zealand and the USA and observed the content that was available in each region. From each page the titles offered by the service in the two geographic regions were recorded and stored. From this NZRS were able to apply some analysis to the content available between the two geographic services. There are limitations to the analysis and NZRS will point these out; however it gives us a starting point to create an understanding and test the relevance of content analysis.

With our initial analysis we are working with titles, not episodes. A long running TV series still counts as one title regardless of the number of episodes. We're comfortable with this as a starting point.

When observed in June 2015 the USA service was about three times the size of the New Zealand service in terms of titles: A bit over 4,300 titles in the USA library and a bit over 1,400 in the New Zealand library.

[Netflix Library Comparison- USA vs NZ - June 2015]

Uniqueness of Content##

We were able to look at the uniqueness of the content on offer. Was New Zealand merely a subset of the US service or was there a uniqueness, possibly a Kiwi flavour, and possibly more British and Australian content?

From what we could see the overlap of content shared between the New Zealand and US libraries was quite small. Around 33% of content in the New Zealand library was available in the US library, this means that a full two thirds of the titles in the New Zealand library are not available in the US service. The New Zealand service is clearly not a subset of the US service, though there is a large amount of content that is available in the US service and not available on the New Zealand service.

[Unique to NZ, Common Between NZ and USA, Unique to USA]

We can also look at how many titles are of New Zealand origin. Percentage wise the New Zealand service is better represented with Kiwi content. Though it was the same in count as the US at 21 apiece.

[Netflix - Count of Titles with Country of Origin as New Zealand via IMDb]

How does Content Rate##

We tried to look at the quality of the content on offer on both services. Quality is subjective and not easily measured like something physical. We turned towards scores and ratings as our proxy of quality.

Since Netflix shut down its public API in 2012 this meant we did not have an easy way of looking at the Netflix rankings. We instead looked towards the Internet Movie Database (IMDb). While IMDb make available alternative interfaces to their data (http://www.imdb.com/interfaces/) we chose instead to use a third party tool the Open Movie Database(OMDB) :). This gave us access to a lot of useful data that is in IMDb. We used the ratings from IMDb as a proxy for quality. The two main considerations are:

-   This represents scores from IMDb users not Netflix users whose tastes and preferences may be different
-   We could only match around 90% of titles using the OMDB RESTful API.

We rounded down the IMDb ratings into bins (for example a 9.6 would appear as a 9-10). From this we could see a quality distribution. It seems the New Zealand service has a higher percentage of higher rated content when using IMDb as the benchmark.

[Netflix - IMDb scores - US and NZ June 2015 - Percentage of of Titles]

We can look at what the top titles are across the two services using the IMDb ratings.

NZ and US Service Top 20###

         NZ Service                                                   US Service
  ------ ----------------------------------------------- ------------ ----------------------------------------------------- ------------
  Rank   Movie Name                                      IMDb Score   Movie Name                                            IMDb Score
  1      The Shawshank Redemption                        9.3          Generation Earth                                      9.1
  2      Human Planet                                    9.3          Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood                      9.1
  3      Frozen Planet                                   9.3          Long Way Round                                        9.1
  4      Firefly                                         9.2          Tomb Raider                                           9.1
  5      The Godfather                                   9.2          Top Gear                                              9.0
  6      Greg Fleet: Thai Die                            9.2          North & South                                         9.0
  7      Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood                9.1          Death Note                                            9.0
  8      The Godfather: Part II                          9.1          The Life of Birds                                     9.0
  9      Arrested Development                            9.1          Friends                                               9.0
  10     Freaks and Geeks                                9.0          24/7 Flyers/Rangers: Road to the NHL Winter Classic   9.0
  11     Chef's Table                                    9.0          Chef's Table                                          9.0
  12     Top Gear                                        9.0          Dexter                                                8.9
  13     North & South                                   9.0          Pulp Fiction                                          8.9
  14     Doctor Who                                      8.9          Attack on Titan                                       8.9
  15     Fight Club                                      8.9          Charlie Don't Surf                                    8.9
  16     Horrible Histories                              8.9          Slugterra: Slug Fu Showdown                           8.8
  17     Fawlty Towers                                   8.9          Andaz Apna Apna                                       8.8
  18     The Good, the Bad and the Ugly                  8.9          Aerial America                                        8.8
  19     The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King   8.9          The Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall     8.8
  20     Forensic Files                                  8.8          Never Sleep Again: The Elm Street Legacy              8.8

In looking at the ratings we can see one small error, the API has picked up the rating of the 2013 video game 'Tomb Raider'. The 2001 movie actually had a rating of 5.7.

We can also look at what the overlap is.

-   Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
-   Chef's Table
-   Top Gear
-   North & South

So we have four overlaps in the top 20. This reinforces the difference between the available libraries.

The Bieber Effect###

We can look at the bottom titles on the NZ and US Netflix. Looking at the bottom title on each, both have a common feature.

On the New Zealand service with an IMDb rating of 1.6 we have 'Justin Bieber : Never Say Never'.

[Movie poster of Justin Bieber's - Never Say Never]

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On the US service we with an IMBd rating of 1.1 we have 'Biebermania'.

[Movie poster of Justin Bieber's - Biebermania]

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Age of Content##

We decided to have a look at the age of content. New Zealand does not seem to have have as high of a percentage of recent content as the US service. We can see the differences in the chart below.

[Netflix - Year of Titles First Release - US and NZ June 2015 - Percentage]

Actors##

What actors do New Zealand get bridled with? Is there a difference? As we have different libraries we should expect a difference.

The actors appearing in the most titles in the New Zealand library are:

         NZ Service                                              US Service
  ------ -------------------- ---------------------------------- ----------------------- ----------------------------------
  Rank   Actor Name           Number of Titles with Actor Name   Actor Name              Number of Titles with Actor Name
  1      Adam Sandler         10                                 Samuel L. Jackson       12
  2      Johnny Depp          9                                  Eddie Murphy            10
  3      Mel Gibson           8                                  Jeff Bennett            10
  4      Christopher Walken   7                                  Ewan McGregor           9
  5      Sylvester Stallone   7                                  Nicolas Cage            9
  6      Nicolas Cage         7                                  Julianne Moore          9
  7      Mike Myers           6                                  Arnold Schwarzenegger   9
  8      Burt Young           6                                  David A.R. White        8
  9      Morgan Freeman       6                                  Nicole Kidman           8
  10     Tom Hanks            6                                  Laura Bailey            8
  11     Denzel Washington    6                                  Cam Clarke              8
  12     Angelina Jolie       6                                  Jean-Claude Van Damme   7
  13     Josh Lucas           6                                  Christopher Lloyd       7
  14     Talia Shire          6                                  Lucy Liu                7
  15     Dustin Hoffman       5                                  Jim Cummings            7
  16     Jason Statham        5                                  Danny Glover            7
  17     Alec Baldwin         5                                  Debi Derryberry         7
  18     Al Pacino            5                                  Tommy Lee Jones         7
  19     Justin Bartha        5                                  Cary Grant              7
  20     Ashleigh Ball        5                                  Sam Neill               7

A quick scan suggests the New Zealand actor most represented is Sam Neill in the Netflix US library.

At the end of the day we're still number 1.

[1] Source: [The Internet Movie Database](http://imdb.com)

question: How did the study account for licensing differences?

answer: Unclear, implied that they didn't

question: By what metrics did they compare the US and NZ Netflix services?

answer: Catalog size, uniqueness of content, content rating, the Bieber effect, age of content, and actors.

question: What effect did Netflix have on NZ internet providers?

answer: A significant increase in traffic influencing infrastructure use.

question: Are Netflix services in the US and NZ the same?

answer: No

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The research team at NZRS investigated the differences between Netflix services in the US and NZ. They used open api databases to compare offerings. They also considered the effects Netflix has had on NZ internet service providers.


text:
I awoke suddenly. As if I were still in a dream, I stumbled to my feet, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and wandered out to find what the world would bring me. I cried out to anyone who would listen. Oddly, no one responded to my call. I repeated the call, but similar results returned. Not even an animal stirred. I, approaching  full alertness, wandered in and out of possible places for any person to reside. Slowly it dawned on me that I was alone. The only sign of my isolation was the lack of company, but I was sure that was what I was in.

As I became more aware and life became less lucid, a cloud of confusion descended ‘round my head. The cloud followed me around while I in vain hoped to find some sign of remaining life. As the feeling of being placed in solitary confinement beat down on me, the cloud of confusion evaporated along with my joie de vivre. Unable to consider what else to do I made the conclusion that here was not the place to be.

I stepped into the cool light of twilight, and set out at a controlled meander down a regularly frequented boulevard. My very essence strained to dash forward towards the uncertain future; to make that mad dash until the air burned in my lungs like the exploding gases in a combustion engine. I remained cool, calm, collected, and continued my dreaded walk towards, or maybe away, from whatever it is that lay beyond. The world remained silent, odd, and nonchalantly empty. It didn’t yet feel deserted, but it quickly enough encroached on that feeling.

I couldn’t shake the ambiance of fear that dropped like an iron cloak around my shoulders. My heart throbbed in my chest as if hoping to run itself out of juice just to end its own suffering. The muscles in my legs twitched to be called to action, to begin sprinting forward. My eyes burned and seared, begging for light, begging for quiet, asking silently to be closed, so that they might not see that which was not there. My head pounded with the oppressive silence.

Every building front grinned at me, the ever hungry maw of the street was open as always, and the street lights beckoned for the absent travelers to take a brief rest at their hearths. I felt the stinging in my eyes slowly fade; my heart drop off to a sane rate, and my muscles ceased their spastic desire for freedom. The world around was unchanged. Silent, empty, a smiling shell, a maddeningly empty snow globe, set in the dead of summer.

I hadn’t yet abandoned hope, yet surely I was warned that I must.  Around every corner I expected to fall into some terror more horrible than the one I was already in. Yet all that awaited me was more of the same. The sheer empty seclusion of this new existence I found myself in was more horrifying than anything I have ever experienced.

I prayed for one moment, one movement. I raised my sight to the stars in a silent plea. A solitary star fell, in quiet mockery of my dilemma. I did not wish upon it.

title: A Sudden Awakening

question: Is the narrator in some kind of forest,jungle,or thicket?

answer: It seems they are based on the mention of listening for the calls of animals.

question: why is the narrator afraid?

answer: Maybe because they are unsure of where they are or what they are to do.

question: Why are there street in the forest, if it is a forest?

answer: This seems like some sort of malleable, mutable dream landscape that is subject to whimsical but lucid alterations.

question: Is this all a metaphor?

answer: It could be, sense much of the text center on the narrator's inner feelings.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator wakes up, unsure that they are in fact awake, but gradually confirms it as their apprehension of their surroundings grows increasingly lucid. It's twilight,and cool out. As they walk, they see streets, and their legs twitch, wanting to run. The narrator hasn't yet abandoned hope, yet around every corner expects to find something terrible. They see a star in the sky but abstain from wishing upon it.


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The DR PIMMS, INTERMILLENNIAL SLEUTH series, also known as the _Dr Pimms novels_, is a series of books written by Queanbeyan-based[1] author L.J.M. Owen.

Owen has a similar background to the main character, sharing studies in archaeology and librarianship, and received her Doctor of Philosophy in paleogenetics from the Australian National University (ANU) in 2003.[2] The forensic science techniques and approaches in the Dr Pimms novels are based on Owen's studies and experience at the ANU.[3]

Her goal in writing the series is to promote women's roles throughout history.[4]

Series focus and settings

The series focuses on Dr Elizabeth Pimms, who works at the National Library of Australia (Canberra), and also investigates archaeological mysteries. The setting is a semi-fictional version of Canberra, as the version of the National Library includes the fictional Mahoney Griffin Library.[5] Each book contrasts Dr Pimms' Canberra setting, with that of the featured archaeological investigation.

-   The first book, _Olmec Obituary_, was successfully funded through a Kickstarter campaign.[6] Several days after the crowdfunding campaign, Owen was contacted by Angela Meyer, a commissioning editor of Echo Publishing for a book deal.[7][8] This resulted in multiple editions of _Olmec Obituary_: a limited edition run (May 2015), and an Echo version (November 2015).[9]
-   The second book, _Mayan Mendacity_, was published in 2016.[10] It features local landmarks including Queanbeyan's Benedict House, the Australian National Botanic Gardens, and Canty's Bookshop in Fyshwick.[11]
-   The third book, _Egyptian Enigma_, was published in March 2018.[12]

Plots

_Olmec Obituary_ focuses on the discovery of a royal Olmec cemetery, and how Dr Elizabeth Pimms investigates the related skeletons and artefacts.

_Mayan Mendacity_ focuses on the reign of Lady Six Sky in the Mayan Empire, and again contrasts with present-day Canberra, where Dr Pimms studies the case.[13]

_Egyptian Enigma_ again contrasts a “cold case” with Dr Pimms' daily life in Canberra, and opens with her travels to Egypt.

Awards

Writing

_Olmec Obituary_ was longlisted in the Davitt Award[14] (Best Adult Crime Novel, 2016). It was also shortlisted[15] (and later, highly commended[16]) in the ACT Writing and Publishing Awards (Fiction, 2016).

_Mayan Mendacity_ was also longlisted in the Davitt Award (Best Adult Crime Novel, 2017).[17]

Book cover

There have been two different covers for _Olmec Obituary_: the Kickstarter edition, and a later version through Echo Publishing, designed by Josh Durham.[18] Durham has also designed the cover for _Mayan Mendacity_ in the same style. Durham's cover design[19] for _Olmec Obituary_ was shortlisted (but did not win[20]) in the Australian Book Designers Association (ABDA) Book Design Awards (Best Designed Commercial Fiction Book, 2017).[21][22]

Reviews

Olmec Obituary

_Olmec Obituary_ has been reviewed by book critics:

-   Book review of _Olmec Obituary_ by Erich Mayer on Artshub[23]
-   Book review of _Olmec Obituary_ by Fiona Hardy on Books + Publishing[24]
-   Book review of _Olmec Obituary_ by Karen on Austcrime[25]
-   Book review of _Olmec Obituary_ by Hente Corinne in The Daily Telegraph[26]
-   Book review of _Olmec Obituary_ by Shirley Stephenson in The West Australian[27]
-   Book review of _Olmec Obituary_ by Clive Hodges in Good Reading[28]

Mayan Mendacity

_Mayan Mendacity_ has been reviewed by book critics:

-   Book review of _Mayan Mendacity_ by Linda Morris in The Sun Herald[29]
-   Book review of _Mayan Mendacity_ by Shari Tagliabue in Cairns Post[30]
-   Book review of _Mayan Mendacity_ by author Isobel Blackthorn on Sisters in Crime[31]

Interviews

After publishing the first two books in the series, Owen was interviewed by Lish Fejer about the publication process.[32] Owen was also interviewed by Lizzie Howe of ACT Writers' Centre about the series.[33]

The Dr Pimms, Intermillennial Sleuth series (novels)

  1.     Title                Publisher                                      Release
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  1      _Olmec Obituary_     Kickstarter edition (later: Echo Publishing)   2015
  2      _Mayan Mendacity_    Echo Publishing                                2016
  3      _Egyptian Enigma_    Echo Publishing                                2018
  4      _Mongolian Mayhem_   Echo Publishing                                TBC

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title: Dr Pimms, Intermillennial Sleuth

question: Who is the main character of the series?

answer: Dr. Elizabeth Pimms

question: Who is the author?

answer: L.J.M. Owen

question: What was the first book in the series?

answer: Olmec Obituary

question: How was the first book published?

answer: It was funded through a Kickstarter campaign, and the author was subsequently offered a deal with Echo Publishing

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Dr. Pimms, Intermillennial Sleuth is a book series which focuses on Dr. Elizabeth Pimms, who investigates archaeological mysteries. The author, L.J.M. Owen, seeks to promote women's roles throughout history through the series.


text: We were 42 and we were dead. We were promised fame and fortune when we were young, we waited but nothing ever came. But that’s all we did, we waited, waited for fortune and fame to find us. Instead we were 42 and woke up only to realize nothing was there. Nothing ever happened or ever came. Emptiness and nothingness is what we felt. We were 42 and we were dead. We didn’t look to feel great, only to feel good. Cheap trills is what we cared about. Cheap, fast useless trills, which made us feel good for a small amount of time. We didn’t know any better. We didn’t know the things which were truly important, the real things that mattered. We didn’t take our time to find them either. We were to busy enjoying the good times, instead of caring about the great times. So now there we were, 42 and dead. Done nothing with the lives we’ve gotten. Wasted them away as if they were endless. Then realizing that an end would come. It scared us. Knowing that we couldn’t keep doing this forever. Bt what did we do wrong? Why did we feel so left out, so useless and unused, were did we lose touch with ourselves? Were we ever in touch with ourselves? We thought we knew what we wanted but we weren’t so sure anymore. We thought we knew who we were but we weren’t so sure anymore. We didn’t lose anything but we had the feeling we lost everything. And then there were the jobs we lived. The jobs we actually hated but we’ve been doing them for so long we forgot how to do anything else. We wanted to do something else but again we didn’t know how, we wouldn’t have know where to start changing. Maybe we could just quit? No. That scared us. What would we do without a job, without the money to support us? What if we couldn’t find a new one? We would spend our time worrying until a new one came around. Not searching for one but waiting for one. Waiting for it to just come around when we wanted, just like everything else in life we waited for but never came. And then we realized the love was gone, we didn’t love each other anymore but neither of us spoke about it. We just lived our distant lives not caring about how unhappy we really were. We just lived on, staying together for what? Because we didn’t know any better, we couldn’t know any better because we’ve been pushed into this situation without our knowledge. It just happened. Happened because we didn’t think about it, we didn’t even care to think about it. And then there we were. Both in a situation we never wanted. But it wasn’t to late. We wanted the world to change around us. It was ourselves who needed to change.

title: We were 42 and we were dead. First short.

question: How did the characters die?

answer: More information is needed to answer the question.

question: What does the narrator regret?

answer: They feel that they didn't accomplish enough in life.

question: Was the narrator wealthy before they died?

answer: It's implied they were not.

question: Who are the narrators?

answer: More information is needed to answer the question.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A narrator speaking during his afterlife is reflecting on his regrets from life.


text:
The 86-year-old woman driving the car that reversed into and killed a six-year-old girl in a carpark on the Sunshine Coast will be charged with dangerous driving causing death, the ABC has learned.

If found guilty, she faces a maximum penalty of three years in prison.

The silver hatchback struck Indie Armstrong, her eight-year-old sister Lily, mother Emily and grandmother Sandy Bampton as they stood at a pedestrian crossing in front of the Coles Supermarket at Nambour on June 17.

The driver was not injured.

Ms Armstrong and Lily were each released from Sunshine Coast University Hospital in the weeks that followed. Ms Bampton remains in the Royal Brisbane and Women's Hospital.

It is understood the driver was not suffering any medical condition at the time of the crash.

News of the looming charge comes days after friends and family filled a chapel on the Sunshine Coast for Indie's funeral service.

Indie's death has prompted an enormous outpouring of support for the Armstrong family.

More than $79,000 has been donated by the community to the "Support the Armstrongs" fundraiser online.

Thousands more has been raised by charity cricket matches, bake sales and school events.

The death of Indie also sparked a national debate over if and when elderly drivers ought to surrender their licences.

The Forensic Crash Unit has not confirmed the charges.

[The silver hatchback that police say reversed into a mother and her two daughters at a Nambour carpark.]

The silver hatchback that police say reversed into a mother and her two daughters.(ABC News)

Posted 7 July 2018, updated 7 July 2018

question: What would be the consequences of a late age surrender of a driver's license?

answer: Elderly people would be unable to drive themselves. While this can reduce the number of accidents, like the one that caused Indie Armstrong to die, it would also cause a lot of difficulty for the elderly who depend on being able to drive.

question: Is the potential penalty the elderly woman faces just?

answer: While the reasons behind the elderly woman's accident are understandable, the consequences of her actions are dire. Hence, some punishment seems necessary. Three years of jail time won't bring back Indie, but it should at least incentivize more care by the elderly while driving.


text:
TIFFANY is a neighborhood of St. Louis, Missouri. It is located on the western side of Grand Boulevard along the section containing St. Louis University's Medical Complex. The neighborhood is defined by Chouteau Avenue on the North, Interstate 44 on the South, Grand Boulevard on the East, and 39th Street on the West.[1]

History

The Tiffany neighborhood, as well as present day Shaw and Botanical Heights neighborhoods, were originally part of the common fields laid out by the French stretching west of Grand.

These included the Cul-de-Sac Common, the St. Louis Common to the North and the Prairie des Noyers which was laid out in 1769, to the South. During this early period, Grand Boulevard was far beyond the edge of the settlement of St. Louis.

By the 1860s, much of the northern area, including what is now the Tiffany neighborhood, had become the property of Mrs. Mary McRee. Except for a few houses on the perimeter streets, most of the land was made up of meadows and cornfields. Some industry had begun to develop towards the railroads to the north and in McRee City (now Forest Park Southwest), but for the most part the area remained undeveloped.

This began to change in 1888 when Mary McRee sold her land to a developer. Dundee Place was developed in 1889 after Colonel Thomas A. Scott purchased it from William McRee for $448,000. It covered an area of and a portion of this tract was subdivided by Mrs. Mary McRee and named “McRee City.” In 1869 a large subdivision, called McRee City was developed by Mrs. Mary McRee, widow of Colonel Samuel McRee, who died in the cholera epidemic of 1849. McRee's subdivision was timed to take advantage of the arrival of horsecarriage lines in the Shaw neighborhood and the presence of the Pacific Railroad which had been laid along the northern edge of the area in the 1850s.

With the completion of the Grand Avenue Viaduct in 1890 and electrified streetcar lines by the turn of the century, the area was transformed into a middle-class commuter suburb. The Tiffany neighborhood takes its name for one of these streetcar lines, called the Tiffany line, which connected transit offices and shops at 39th Street, then called Tiffany Street, and Park with Chouteau Avenue.[2]

Demographics

In 2010 Tiffany's racial makeup was 84.1% Black, 10.8% White, 0.4% Native American, 2.3% Asian, 2.0% Two or More Races, and 0.6% Some Other Race. 1.4% of the people were of Hispanic or Latino origin.[3]

  Racial composition                 2010[4]   2000[5]
  ---------------------------------- --------- ---------
  White                              10.8%     12.2%
  Black or African American          84.1%     83.1%
  Hispanic or Latino (of any race)   1.4%      0.8%
  Asian                              2.3%      2.8%

[1] Neighborhood Data Profile for Tiffany

[2] Tiffany Neighborhood History

[3] http://dynamic.stlouis-mo.gov/census/neigh_comp.cfm

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title: Tiffany, St. Louis

question: What does the text say about life in Tiffany, St. Louis?

question: What does the text say about Tiffany, St. Louis in the present?

answer: Tiffany is a neighborhood of St. Louis Missouri. It is located on the western side of Grand Boulevard along the section containing St. Louis University's Medical Complex. Chouteau Avenue on the North, Interstate 44 on the South, Grand Boulevard on the East, and 39th Street on the West define the neighborhood.

question: What does the text say about Tiffany's history?

answer: The Tiffany neighborhood, including present-day Shaw and Botanical Heights neighborhoods, were originally part of the common fields laid out by the French stretching west of Grand. Other areas include the Cul-de-Sac Common, the St. Louis Common to the North, and the Prairie des Noyers to the South. Grand Boulevard was far beyond the edge of the settlement of St. Louis during this early period.

question: What does the text say about Mrs. Mary McRee?

answer: Mrs. Mary McRee was the widow of Colonel Samuel McRee, who died in the cholera epidemic of 1849. She owned most of the northern area, including what is now the Tiffany neighborhood, by the 1860s. In 1869, she subdivided a portion of the land and named it McRee City, which she developed to take advantage of the arrival of horse carriage lines in the Shaw neighborhood and the presence of the Pacific Railroad which was laid in the 1850s. Mary McRee sold her land to a developer in 1888, and Dundee Place was developed in 1889 after Colonel Thomas A. Scott purchased it from William McRee for $448,000.


text:
.- Pro-abortion groups are lobbying for a California law that Catholic leaders warn would open employers like Catholic schools to lawsuits for asking teachers to follow their codes of conduct.

“The bill unmistakably targets religious organization employers in the state, and goes further, inviting expensive litigation that could take years to sort out,” the California Catholic Conference said July 14, adding that it “sets a dangerous precedent for religious employers.”

The Catholic conference strongly opposes the bill, sponsored by Assemblywoman Lorena Gonzales Fletcher (D-San Diego).

Assembly Bill 569 would prohibit employers from requiring their employees to sign a waiver or other document that “purports to deny any employee the right to make his or her own reproductive health care decisions,” its summary says.

It would also bar an employer from taking any adverse action against an employee based on the employee’s or employee dependent’s use of any drug, device or medical service related to “reproductive health” – which would include abortion, contraception and sterilization.

If an employer has an employee handbook, the bill would require the handbook to notify employees of these legal rights.

The California Catholic Conference charged that the bill targets religious employers who “expect faithful public and workplace conduct by their employees, including those who teach at religious schools and are reasonably expected to model the principles of that faith.”

The bill would make employers vulnerable to “nuisance lawsuits” from both employees and their dependents. The vulnerability from dependence is “unprecedented in California law,” the conference said.

“On the surface, the bill claims to seek legal protections from discrimination or retaliation for the ‘reproductive decisions’ of employees,” the conference continued. “However, the bill does not allow employers to enforce codes of conduct, even those negotiated with employees as part of union contracts. Those ‘codes of conduct’ – which are actually just standards and expectations set by an employer for the individuals it employs – bind religious employers and their employees in pursuit of a good society.”

The pro-abortion rights group NARAL Pro-Choice California is among the bill’s backers. Its February 14 statement in favor of the bill cited the actions of two Catholic schools in other states that had fired teachers on morality grounds.

The California Catholic Conference said backers of the bill can cite only one California case in the past decade, and that case was settled out of court.

Other backers of the bill include the California Council of Churches, which represents mainline Protestant and Orthodox Christian churches. Opponents include the California Family Council.

Similar legislation was enacted in February in the city of St. Louis, Missouri. Several Catholic organizations have filed a legal challenge against the law and the Missouri governor has called for a special session of the legislature to pass stronger legal protections for pro-life groups.

To help rally opposition to the California bill, the Catholic conference has prepared an action alert on its website, HTTP://WWW.CACATHOLIC.ORG.

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question: What does the bill (Assembly Bill 569) sponsored by the Assemblywoman Lorena Gonzales Fletcher do?

answer: According to the Catholic conference, the bill prohibits employers from requiring their employees to sign a waiver that denies an employee the right to make their own reproductive health care decisions.

question: Why is the California Catholic Conference against Assembly Bill 569?

answer: They oppose it because they believe the bill targets religious employers who “expect faithful public and workplace conduct by their employees".

question: Which other organization is against this bill?

answer: The California Council of Churches, an organization that represents Protestant and Orthodox group of churches.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Assembly Bill 569 is sponsored by the Assemblywoman Lorena Gonzales Fletcher. This bill is meant to stop employers from punishing or firing employees who made a decision based on their reproductive healthcare needs. The California Catholic Conference and similar religious groups are antagonizing this bill, stating that it discriminates against religious organizations.


text:
George Bentley does nothing. He never wakes before midday and usually not before one. When he wakes he usually spends at least an hour just lying in bed trying to muster the energy to move. Today was no different.

After a restless hour his aches and pains force him to drag himself from his bed and he slowly lumbers through his dark room, identical to a thousand other student-halls across the country and headed towards his bathroom. George relieved himself and only vaguely considered his aim. The bathroom was small equipped with just a sink, mirror and shower cubical. George looked into the mirror and saw a gaunt man of about twenty with dark purple bags below his eyes, he looked very tired. He staggered back towards his computer no more awake than when he first he was first stirred more than an hour ago.

George briefly considered heading to his kitchen to make some food but paused when he thought he had heard his house-mates pottering about. He did not have the energy to face he rarely had the energy to face them. To call them house-mates was ludicrous because he hardly knew them and didn't have any desire to know them. They either were loud, laddy and brash or they were pompous nerdy and obnoxious either way he detested them all.

George glanced towards his supply of weed a pile of about two grams sat in a small metal tin. He would have to try and contact his dealer soon, he didn't have the energy for this either. George put this to the back of his mind and began to gather the necessary equipment needed to roll a spliff. Ultra-thin king sized hemp rolling papers, hemp tips for roach and American Spirit tobacco for smoking mix. George quickly produced a spliff conical in shape with a twisted end. He sat back and admired his work before searching his messy desk for his red clipper. Eventually he found the lighter beneath a pile of chocolate bar wrappers and sparked up the spliff.

Smoking made George feel almost normal again and indeed soon after finishing his smoke he headed for the kitchen ready to face anyone who might be there. He strode quickly and confidently towards the door not even pausing to listen for his house-mates. Once he left the room his confidence seemed to slip and the relief was evident on his face when he found the kitchen to be dark and empty. George stooped down to rummage through his cupboards which were barren except a tin of beans a pot of pickle and half a loaf of bread. George stood up straight his eyes glazed over and he walked quickly towards a dirty grey sofa which sat beneath a large bay window. His hand reached for the red clipper in his pocket, toyed with it for a second or two before sparking it twice. A tall bright orange flame leaped from the lighter and George moved the lighter to the sofa which quickly caught alight. George ran. The building burned.

title: Life. (My first so please be brutally honest)

question: Who is the main character of the story?

answer: George Bentley

question: Why is George in pain?

answer: He's addicted to weed and only feels normal after smoking.

question: Why does George hate his housemates?

answer: He feels they're either loud and brash or nerdy and pompous.

question: What does George do?

answer: He's a student.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: George Bentley is a student living in a dorm with housemates he hates. He's addicted to weed and can't function normally without smoking it. A typical day for him is waking past midday, dragging himself out of bed, smoking a joint, eating something, and getting on with his day. Today, he thinks he hears his housemates and dreads coming out of his room, but gains confidence after smoking a joint. When he finds only beans and a pickle in the kitchen, he sits down on the sofa and sets it on fire. He runs away as the building burns down.


text:
I miss the wind. Its gentle caress upon your skin, the way it billows through your hair like a silken comb, encompassing and soft like a lover's embrace. It is a calming breeze, one that allows you to put things in perspective, and return to an objective point of view.

Goddamned civilization.

The wind is gone now, the pure wind at least, replaced by the stale pollution of the city's leavings, the only breeze generated by the sheer amount of movement that happens on a regular basis. Humanity is too ignorant to see the forest for the trees, aware only of their own little bubble of reality, many refusing to accept the possibility of the unknown, as it would shatter their perceptions and rattle their "perfect" world.

Alas, I find myself on a tangent yet again. This happens quite a bit. It is a good thing I am not talking to myself.

Yes, that's right. I've known you were here.

About the last ten minutes.

Because had I simply wished to stop your espionage, you would have been quite dead by now.

Even immortals can die, Mr. Randolph.

Put down the gun, it will do you absolutely no good at this range. That calibur is only effective if you put enough distance between us to allow for a clean shot. Fired point blank, it would be fairly ineffective at causing any lethal damage.

I grow tired of this conversation. Allow me to get back on track.

You are here because of your master. He wants to know about Project K16M9.

Oh, you were not included in that conversation, were you? Please, exit those pointless shadows, come sit down.

Sit.

SIT.

Very good. Now, your master and I have-

You prefer employer. How quaint. You like to believe you have a choice in your dealings with him. I shall leave you to your delusions for now.

Calm yourself, it is irrelevant at this point. Listen carefully. Your...employer...and I have been in a partnership for...well, longer than you have been here, I assure you. You see, I remember when his organization was but a fledgling group, being staked out for destruction by those who would not benefit from it. Their stock plummeted each time your employer's team grew.

Yes, I am using vague terms. Subtlety is important when you are on candid camera.

Sit down, you are too paranoid. I own this building, and the camera in my office feeds to a recorder only I know the location of. Besides, there are far worse things to worry about with me than being seen by others. I just like using metaphors.

May I continue my tale, or would you like to inject something into the story?

I thought so.

The business grew, and as it did, so shrank those too weak or too stupid to escape the power of corporate earnings. Have you ever heard of natural selection, Mr. Randolph? It states that only the strong survive, the weak and incompetent are left to die and be eaten by those stronger and smarter than they are. Interesting theory. One that worked for quite some time.

Unfortunately, there came a time when stupidity rose up in large numbers and overthrew the balance.

Soon, the weak and the ignorant had banded together within organizations, led by overzealous leaders who took advantage of their herd mentality in order to manipulate them into doing their bidding. Brilliant in its simplicity. Relate to the flock on their level, make them feel important, make them feel drawn and led by something, and their sheer numbers will blot out the sun.

Then the takeover began.

Your employer's numbers dwindled as these groups took the hatchet - quite literally - to each of his employees, one by one. They then began to burn his profits, usually at the stake. Before long, other companies were targeted who were considered salacious, or evil. Stocks plummeted as the product was recalled. Before long, they almost went out of business.

Here, you look tense by this tale. Have some warm milk, it will ease your nerves.

Ah, I see. You prefer other things. No matter, you shouldn't feel hunger for at least another hour, long enough to relay the information.

This is where I came in. Your employer turned to me, knowing my battle strategy for good business and my track record for accomplishing the impossible through my vast networking skills, requesting my expertise in the matter. His payment was to be tendered in full once I had finished the deal.

I set to work, sending several contacts into the rival companies, the flocks of ignorance, slowly using them as splinter cell agents to topple their hierarchy. At the same time, i've kept several of my own men and women within your employer's company, measuring your market trends, keeping an eye on fiscal results, and responsible for procurement and acquisition of goods. This allowed-

Interrupt me one more time, and I shall have an excuse to put up a beautiful cremation urn that would just look tacky had it not a purpose. If anyone asks, you will have been a very close cousin. May I finish now?

Stop shaking, it doesn't befit an assassin.

This allowed me to filter all data back into my hands, from which I could finally work my magic, if you'll excuse the term. Before long, my contacts held a prominent position of power in the corporation of ignorance and weakness. Product hemorrhaged out of the company, and into your employer's. The irony of that is simply delicious. Nonetheless, before long a trade network was set up, and the two had an unofficial partnership, one that is covered within the non-disclosure agreements, or pacts as we once called them.

Now, the companies are speaking of a merger, one that will allow the sheep to live normal lives and careers, and in return, sales for your employer will never take a downturn. Moreover, my contacts have also risen to power in your employer's company, as well.

The deal has been completed. Payment is now due in full.

No, not money, you fool. Why would you believe a person such as myself has any need for material things? No, the deal was a gain for information. You see, I am a very curious person. I research, gather data, keep informed on anything and everything. I am rather traveled, you understand. As such, I now have a new source of information, and a new network from which to gather said information. One that is much stealthier than a human contact, one which doesn't require sleep, and eats only when necessary. One who lives quite a bit longer.

Go back to your master. Tell him Project K16M9 is complete.

Tell him I shall now take my payment.

Congratulations, Mr. Randolph.

You both work for ME now.

title: Strictly A Business Matter

question: What does the story say about the narrator's relationship with Mr. Randolph?

answer: Mr. Randolph works in a company. The narrator captures him, and Mr. Randolph is terrified. The narrator explains to him how he is overturning the company. Then he tells Mr. Randolph that both he and his employer work for the narrator now.

question: What does the story say about what happened when Mr. Randolph visited his employer?


text:
NAT JAFFE (January 1, 1918 – August 5, 1945) was an American swing jazz pianist. He was married to singer Shirley Lloyd.[1][2]

Jaffe lived in Berlin from 1921 to 1932, where he received classical training on piano. Upon his return to the U.S., he began playing jazz music, working with Noel Francis, the Emery Deutsch Orchestra, and as a soloist on 52nd Street. In the late 1930s he played with Jan Savitt, Joe Marsala and Billie Holiday, and recorded with Louis Armstrong (1938), Charlie Barnet (1938–39) and Jack Teagarden (1940).[3] He led his own trio in the early 1940s and recorded in 1945 with Sarah Vaughan.

Jaffe died in 1945 as a result of complications from high blood pressure at the age of 27.

Recordings

Solo (1938)

Three solo piano pieces (_Body And Soul_, _Liza_ and _I Can't Get Started_) were recorded on January 31, 1938 and released by Onyx Records in 1974 on _52nd Street; Volume 2_, which also features performances by Coleman Hawkins, Ben Webster and Don Byas.[4][5][6][7]

With Louis Armstrong (1938)

The line-up of Louis Armstrong's orchestra during a New York recording session on June 24, 1938 included Nat Jaffe on piano, and produced four tracks:[8]

-   _Naturally (Natch-ra-ly)_
-   _I've Got a Pocketful of Dreams_
-   _I Can't Give You Anything but Love_
-   _Ain't Misbehavin_'

With Charlie Barnet (1938-1939)

During four recording sessions in New York in 1938 and 1939, Nat Jaffe was part of Charlie Barnet's orchestra. He shared piano credits with Graham Forbes for the 1938 recordings. They recorded the following songs:[9][10][11]

May 16, 1938

-   _Make Believe Ballroom (Theme)_
-   _Prelude In C Sharp Minor_
-   _I Let A Song Go Out Of My Heart_
-   _You Go To My Head_
-   _Stop, Look And Listen_
-   _Harmony In Harlem_
-   _Blue Turning Grey Over You_
-   _In-A-Jam_
-   _Chatterbox_
-   _Rock It For Me_
-   _Lullaby In Rhythm_

November 5, 1938

-   _Prelude To A Kiss_
-   _Jump Jump's Here_
-   _Undecided_
-   _You Got Me_

January 1939

-   _I Get Along Without You Very Well_
-   _I'm Prayin' Humble_
-   _Tin Roof Blues_
-   _Knocking At The Famous Door_

February 24, 1939

-   _The Gal From Joe's_
-   _Where Can She Be_
-   _Jump Session_
-   _I Wouldn't Give That For Love_
-   _A New Moon and an Old Serenade_
-   _Swing Street Strut_

With Jack Teagarden (1940)

In 1940, Jack Teagarden recorded sixteen sides for Varsity, which were reissued in 1986 by Savoy Jazz. During these sessions, his orchestra included Nat Jaffe on piano. These recordings were:[12]

February 19–27

-   _If I Could Be With You One Hour Tonight_
-   _My Melancholy Baby_
-   _Can't We Talk It Over_
-   _The Blues_
-   _Love For Sale_
-   _You, You Darling_
-   _The Moon And The Willow Tree_
-   _Wham_

April 14–16

-   _Devil May Care_
-   _Night On The Shalimar_
-   _I Hear Bluebirds_
-   _Fatima's Drummer Boy_

Late July

-   _Now I Lay Me Down To Dream_
-   _Wait Til I Catch You In My Dreams_
-   _And So Do I_
-   _River Home_

Fats Waller Songs (1944)

On February 26, 1944, he recorded four of eight sides with Sid Jacobs on bass on a memorial album for Fats Waller, with Earl Hines recording the other four, for Signature Records:[13][14][15]

-   _How Can You Face Me?_
-   _Keepin' Out Of Mischief Now_
-   _(What Did I Do To Be So) Black And Blue_
-   _Zonky_

Nat Jaffe Trio (1944)

The Nat Jaffe Trio, with guitarist Remo Palmieri and bassist Leo Guarnieri, made four recordings on December 21, 1944 for Black and White Records:[16][17]

-   _Blues In Nat's Flat_
-   _These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You)_
-   _A Hundred Years From Today_
-   _If I Had You_

Nat Jaffe and his V-Disc Jumpers (1945)

On January 24, 1945 Jaffe recorded at least one track with this group, featuring Don Byas and Flip Phillips on tenor saxophone, Charlie Shavers on trumpet and Specs Powell on drums: _The Jeep Is Jumpin_'.[18][19][20][21]

With Sarah Vaughan (1945)

Jaffe played piano on two of three recorded tracks during a recording session on May 25, 1945 in New York:[22]

-   _What More Can a Woman Do?_
-   _Mean to Me_

Notes

[1]

[2] “Jazz Families”, AllAboutJazz.com

[3] “Billie Holiday” by Tony Scott

[4] [ 52nd Street, Volume 2 review], allmusic.com

[5] Onyx Records Listing, jazzdiscography.com

[6] The Session Label, Robert Campbell's Home Page

[7] 52nd Street; Volume 2 LP, discogs.com

[8] Louis Armstrong Discography, 1932-1942

[9] Make Believe Ballroom: 1935-1939, discogs.com

[10] The Complete Charlie Barnet, Volume II - 1939, discogs.com

[11] Bluebird listing, Online 78rpm Discographical Project

[12] Varsity Sides LP, discogs.com

[13] Full text of “A History Of Jazz In America” on archive.org

[14] Signature Listing, Online 78rpm Discographical Project

[15] Fats Waller Songs LP, discogs.com

[16] Black and White Records Listing, Online 78rpm Discographical Project

[17] Playing the Black & Whites CD, discogs.com

[18] Midnights at V-Disc album notes, hbdirect.com

[19] Midnights at V-Disc album review, answers.com

[20] Don Byas: Complete American Small Group Recordings article, allaboutjazz.com

[21] Midnights At V-Disc CD Track Listing, cylist.com

[22] Sarah Vaughan Biography and Discography

title: Nat Jaffe

question: Summarize how swing jazz started, and how it became popular in the United States.


text:
the pitfighter's guide to the galaxy

*Things were different in my day, thought Buster Knuckles, glancing up at the impressive array of Silverware on the shelf of his study. He took a gulp from the coffee mug, dwarved inside his right hand and jabbed at London's unluckiest 'touchscreen' computer with his left, scanning through the exhaustive roster of athletes. He keyed over to another page, glaring at the five empty fields on the Intergalactic Fight Federation entry form. "Thank God for that."*

In hindsight, it is quite amusing to consider the people of Earth's reactions when the news of iminent first contact filtered through. Scientists stood expectantly, revellers readied for revelry, religious figures piously prayed or wailed hysterically, linguists got out their phrase books, businessmen got busy and amabassadors amassed. Nobody thought to pack their sports kit.

First 'contact' was actually a misnomer, being that it was, as always, mediated and facilitated by the digital-ether class beings. Forms of life that had, by device or design, transcended our physical world and existed as immortal, barely fathomable clusters of consciousness. Communication was made via holographic display in which all manner of spacey things were explained (in what many felt was a slightly cursory manner) until the subject of sports was broached. The real 'first contact' came in the form of a swift left hook.

It is now known the rules of galactic engagement, when a civilisation is developed in technology and philosophy and deemed to be moderately peaceable or merely 'a bit feisty', the digital-ether give invitation to join the intergalactic federation. This enables civilisations to share knowledge, philosophy, ideas and insults. Trade and physical interaction is nigh on impossible given the massive physical distances between worlds that can only be traversed by the digital-ethers, and they don't much like the idea of ferrying round lumps of dirt for inferior species to squabble over, furthermore they refuse to be responsible for genetic contamination and subsequent annhilation of worlds (after the B-3633 incident).

 More importantly, it gives them the opportunity to watch creatures sportingly knock the crap out of each other.

By coincedence of his hollywood retirement and the interception of our day to day doings by these other worlds, buster was hailed as the benchmark. It was decreed by the folks of planet Earth that buster was the man to represent the lads to represent our entire planet in this galactic punch-up.

title: teaser for an idea, pursue or abandon?

question: What is the setting of the story?

answer: Not stated. The topic of the story covers the interaction between galactic civilizations.

question: Who is Buster Knuckles?

answer: Buster is the man that represents our entire planet in the galactic punch-up.

question: Is there a conflict in the story? Is it resolved?

answer: There isn't a conflict presented.

question: Are there other important characters in the story?

answer: No other characters are mentioned.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The topic of the story covers the interaction between galactic civilizations. Buster Knuckles is the man that represents our entire planet in the galactic punch-up. The "contact" between galactic nations is not physical, rather it is by the digital-ether; communication is made by holographic display.


text:
Twenty wolf skinned beasts bound from the Knarr. Salt spray clings to their beards and pelts. Sand and water sink into their long leather boots as they trudge forward. A soft pounding in Gunnar's ears match his footsteps.

A small chapel some three miles away marks their destination. A quaint market village ripe with spoils. Women, children and what few men remain enjoy one last night of calm as the last of the sun wilts away.

At first light these twenty arm up. Swords and axes sharpened; no need for shields. They stir from the woodland that veiled them. Now only a short sprint away, they run. The throbbing of Gunnar's feet, chest and head now hammer in unison.

Hademar saunters into the village alone. Blank faces stare at him as others back away. From birth they would have heard stories of raiders from the east, many would even have witnessed some in their time. Two yeoman approach and screams sound as Hademar throws one to the ground and impales him on his broadsword. The other strikes him flaccidly with his hoe. He should know better than to poke a wild animal. Seizing his arms Hademar bites deep into his neck. Blood sprays from his jugular. Hademar sounds his horn and the village is overrun by the frenzied wolf pack.

A chill envelops Gunnar as he buries his axe into the skull of a fleeing boy. With no shield to bite he digs his teeth deep into the haft of his axe, then screams. His teeth chatter. He pounds his axe repeatedly into an old man. His joints shiver. Everyone he sees he kills. His face is now flushed with red and the pounding reaches its apex. His screams turn to groans. His body is no longer his to control.

All the buildings burn, all but the chapel. Gunnar and Hademar approach the steps. A priest sits there crying and praying. Hademar unsheathes his seax. The pounding has stopped in Gunnar's head and he cuts Hademar's throat. Gunnar isn't calm, he's delicate. He is numb. The priest has his head still in his hands, tears streaming down him. As he looks up Gunnar stares at him. The two lock eyes. Both have said their prayers and both have communed with their God this day.

title: Beserkergang - A 384 word experiment

question: Summarize the scene where the beasts storm the village.

answer: Twenty men with wolf skins storm a village at first light. The attackers do not take their shields. The leader enters the village and the people scatter. Two men attack him. They are killed. He calls the rest of his pack and they slaughter everyone in the city. When they go to kill the priest, their leader is killed.

question: Explain everything that happens to Gunnar.

answer: Gunnar hears a soft pounding in his ears runs with the rest of his pack to a village to carry out an attack. His feet, chest and head throbs as he sprints into the village out of the woodland at first light. A chill envelops Gunnar as he buries his axe into the skull of a fleeing boy. He digs his teeth into the haft of his axe, his teeth chatter and his joints shiver. He kills everyone he sees until his body is not under his control. Gunnar approaches the chapel and sees the priest crying on the step. Gunnar is numb. He cuts Hademar's throat. He locks eyes with the priest.

question: Why does Gunnar kill Hademar?

answer: Gunnar communed with his god. From his physical reaction, it seems like he is dying.

question: What happens with the priest?

answer: The priest locks eyes with Gunnar after he kills Hademar. He communed with his god during the day.

question: Summarize all the information relating to the village.

answer: The village that is being attacked is a quaint market village with a small chapel. Women, children and a few men are there. A priest sits on the steps of the chapel.

question: Summarize all the information relating to the attackers.

answer: Twenty raiders with wolf pelts that come from the east. They see the village as ripe with spoils. Hademar is the leader of the pack and enters the village first. They slaughter everyone in the village except the priest. Hademar is slain by Gunnar.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: A pack of raiders attack a small village at first light. They slaughter most of the village. When Hademar, the leader, goes to kill the priest, he is slain by Gunnar.


text:
The 1935 IRISH GREYHOUND DERBY took place during August with the final being held at Shelbourne Park in Dublin on August 10.[1]

The winner Roving Yank was owned by Billy Dunne.[2]

Final result

At Shelbourne Park, 10 August (over 525 yards):

  Position   Name of Greyhound      Breeding                     Trap   SP     Time    Trainer
  ---------- ---------------------- ---------------------------- ------ ------ ------- -------------
  1st        Roving Yank            Roving Bunty - Yankey Land          1-1f   30.18   Tom Harty
  2nd        Roving Spring          Roving Bunty - Housekeeper                 30.66
  3rd        Tullyglass Bramble
  4th        Received With Thanks                                                      Joe McKenna
  5th        Swift Brown Lady       Mutton Cutlet - Swift Lady
  6th        Lisnagree                                                                 J Daly

Distances

6 (lengths)

Competition Report

In the first two semi-finals on 3 August Roving Spring beat his half-brother Roving Yank in a time of 30.46 and Tullyglass Bramble won by two lengths from Lisnagree in 30.60. On 5 August Received With Thanks and Swift Brown Lady took the remaining two final places. The final resulted in an easy win for Roving Yank leading early and stretching his lead to six lengths at the finish. Tullyglass Bramble finished well to take third place behind Roving Spring in second place.[3][4]

See Also

1935 UK & Ireland Greyhound Racing Year

[1]

[2]

[3]

[4]

title: 1935 Irish Greyhound Derby

question: When was the 1935 Irish Greyhound Derby held?

answer: August 10, 1935

question: Where was the 1935 Irish Greyhound Derby held?

answer: Shelbourne Park

question: Who trained the winning dog at the 1935 Irish Greyhound Derby?

answer: Tom Harty

question: What was the name of the dog who won the 1935 Irish Greyhound Derby?

answer: Roving Yank

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The 1935 Irish Greyhound Derby was held on August 10 in Shelbourne Park. A dog named Roving Yank, trained by Tom Harty, won the race.