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ZHUHAI GREE GROUP CO., LTD. is a Chinese state-owned enterprise based in Zhuhai, Guangdong Province. The enterprise was owned and supervised by the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission (SASAC) of .

Gree Group was the parent company of publicly traded companies Gree Electric and Gree Real Estate before they were transferred in the late 2010s.

History

Gree Group was an investment vehicle of Zhuhai local government, which Gree Electric and Gree Real Estate were the notable assets of the company. However, in the past, multiple managers of the company was arrested for corruption.[1][2]

The stake of Gree Real Estate that held by the group was transferred to another entity of Zhuhai Municipal People's Government in mid-2015 (along with others assets, such as a management company of Zhuhai checkpoint of Hong Kong–Zhuhai–Macau Bridge).[3] As at 31 December 2015, Gree Group owned just 18.22% stake of Gree Electric,[4] but able to control their board of directors by nominating them for election. Gree Group and Gree Electric also shared the same chairwoman Dong Mingzhu until November 2016. She was replaced by Zhou Lewei (). Zhou also became the Party Committee Secretary of the group, replacing Meng Xiangkai ().[5]

In December 2019, the group sold 15% shares of Gree Electric to a private equity fund for CN¥41.7 billion, only retaining 3.22%. The private equity fund became the largest shareholder of Gree Electric.[6]

Subsidiaries

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-   Gree Electric
-   Gree Real Estate

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title: Gree Group

question: Where is Zhuhai?

answer: In Guangdong Province, China.

question: Who owns Zhuhai Gree Group?

answer: The state.

question: Which companies were the greatest assets of Gree Group?

answer: Gree Electric and Gree Real Estate.

question: Who bought 15% of Gree Electric shares in 2019?

answer: A private equity fund.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The text is about Zhuhai Gree Group, a Chinese state-owned enterprise in Zhuhai, Guangdong Province.


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I look into her eyes. I see the girl I once loved, but now she is a cold, heartless monster. Where in our own world, our made up world. I see our house, its slowly fading away. I lay on our couch crying from the pain she give me. I watch her as she packs up her bags and leave. Our children run over to me crying asking, "Where's mommy going?", "Why is she leaving?" I answer them with, “She no longer loves us kids.” They run to her asking her to stay but she shakes her head ‘no’ and begins to leave. That’s when it happens.

The world that I and she made begins to fade away I see the walls disappearing.  I hold my children in my arms saying, “Please not Sebastian and Estella. Anything but my children.” I hold them as tight to me as I say, “It’s going to be all right, don’t worry daddy is going to fix this.” I begin to cry even more knowing there’s nothing I can do to stop this. Our world is nearly gone all that’s left is the house, already half of the house is gone, the area around us is starting to fade. I kiss my children as they begin to fade, the whole time I’m staring into her eyes, she only sheds a tear as our children disappear. When I no longer feel them I feel another wave of tears wash over me as I get up in a rage yelling, “You heartless bastard how could you? Our kids are gone because of you!! All because it became to challenging for you??” I back away, lying down in pain tracing circles in the ground. I’m just there in the darkness and pain.

She then dries up her tear and leaves threw the door as I hold the only remaining evidence of what I use to have. The photo is the best one of my no longer family. I cry deeply tracing the images of my family. Sebastian is the first to start fading; I start to cry even more as I lose memory of him, my only son. Next is my baby girl Estella, another wave of tears as the memory of her is gone from my mind. Then is the girl I had let in, my wife. I don’t recall the feelings as she began to fade all I could remember was when she was mine. The photo now contains just me I cry as I try to remember my family but can’t.  I scream out in pain and agony, “YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER!!!!!” I then fall back down and lay there as I try to remember my family, all I can recall is the feelings I thought I had for…..her. The door she left in disappears as well. I just lay there, a shell of the man I once was.

title: Me and my girlfriend have this made up world, where we do what ever we want. I think of this from time to time.

question: What is the story about?

answer: A made up world that a man and his girlfriend create.

question: Why does the world disappear?

answer: Perhaps because the girlfriend left the man.

question: What are the names of the two children?

answer: Sebastian and Estella.

question: Why does the girl leave?

answer: Because the relationship was too "challenging" for her, according to the man.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This is a story about the disappearance of an imaginary world and an imaginary family after the end of a relationship between a man and woman.


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The GAVIÃO, also known as the IKORO or DIGÚT, are an indigenous people native to Rondônia, Brazil. Their population was around 220 in the 1990s. Their language, Gavião of Jiparaná, is a Tupian language in the Monde branch.[1]

Like the closely related Arara and Zoró, the Gavião traditionally lived on agriculture and hunting, but their traditional lifestyle was disrupted by rubber booms in Rondônia during the 20th century. They declined dramatically through epidemics and violence in the 1940s, and their population dropped below 100 people. In the 1966, the New Tribes Mission introduced medical care, and the population increased to over 200 in the 1980s. The Brazilian government established boundaries around their traditional land in 1977, although growth and development in Rondônia continues to threaten them.[2]

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title: Gavião (Rondônia)

question: What caused the decrease in population of the Gavião people in the 1940s?

answer: Epidemics and violence.

question: How did the New Tribes Mission help the Gavião people?

answer: They introduced medical care to them.

question: What did the government of Brazil do to protect the Gavião people?

answer: In 1977, the government established boundaries around the traditional land of the Gavião.

question: Describe the lifestyle of the Gavião.

answer: They engage in agriculture and hunting.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Gavião are indigenous people of Rondônia, Brazil. Their population was just around 220 in the 1990s. Brazilian government tries to protect their traditional land but economic growth threatens their lifestyle and culture.


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UMBILICAL-URACHAL SINUS is a congenital disorder of the urinary bladder caused by failure of obliteration of proximal or distal part of the allantois, and the presentation of this anomaly is more common in children and rarer in adults.[1][2][3]

It is thought have been first described by Cabriolus in 1550.[4]

Complications

-   Infection, with possible abscess formation.
-   Concurrent occurrence of a tumour.

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title: Umbilical-urachal sinus

question: How can you define Umbilical-urachal sinus?

answer: It is defined as a congenital disorder of the urinary bladder caused by failure of obliteration of proximal or distal part of the allantois.

question: Who first described this disorder?

answer: It is said that this disorder was first described by Cabriolus in 1550.

question: What complications are listed from this disorder?

answer: The complications listed from this disorder are: infections, with possible abscess formation and concurrent occurrence of a tumor.

question: What population commonly gets this disorder?

answer: This disorder is more common in children.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes what Umbilical-urachal sinus is and who it is more present in and the complications of the disorder.


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I tried to be kind of experimental in the way I wrote it. Please let me know if you think it's silly or good or just meh! It's best read slowly.

Anyway enough of that, here it is:

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It was the year 250,000,000 BC. It was the year 2011 AD. It was the end of the universe. It was every year, all at once.

A man tunnels inside a mountain using his pickaxe as a woman bites in to a freshly baked bagel. The mountain fractures apart in to pieces that are sent to the coal power plant. The bagels finish baking and the warm smell fills the kitchen in the bakery. The miner coughs and feels slightly ill. The electricity from the coal plant is sold at a rate of 10.96¢/kW•h. The woman pays for the bagel. The baker paid the electricity bill and the woman’s hunger feels temporarily satisfied.

It’s there. The path the energy took. The miner, the coal, the electricity, the bagel, the woman's satisfaction…you see it all. It’s at once obvious and yet mysteriously laden with hidden details.

You see beings, human and other, making decisions in their lives based on the way they experience reality. “How imperfect their information. It feels almost shameful, being trapped such a low-dimensional manner like that. Like a prisoner. Or an insect. Or perhaps Pac-Man, controlled by the joystick. How limited.” you think to yourself, as if there were anyone else to think it to.

It’s all twisting and folding, wiggling around and too impressive to take in at any one moment. Its pores breathe with life at the biggest and smallest of scales, each scale cooperating with all the others in surprising ways to produce layers upon layers of interwoven complexity. “Oh… if only the beings trapped in this thing could come outside it for a second and see it from this perspective” you think, soaking in the richness of detail available in this oversized fractal. The biggest and smallest sizes have a difference of several hundred orders of magnitude, yet it seemed most humans only used a few of them. Silly humans.

You fly around and zoom and expand certain portions of time and space, examining some parts of the 4-dimensional block with more scrutiny. You pass through it and around it like a ghost while occasionally grabbing on to edges to pivot around, floating like an astronaut outside the space ship. Except you were outside the universe.

The universe exploded in to existence at the start, you see. And the end showed the last souls blowing out their final breaths, silently giving homage to every being that had ever died before them. Somewhere else, it was a balmy 86 degree day in southern Florida as a few gentlemen went fishing in a boat one of them was still making loan payments on.

“A lot of them seem to take the game quite seriously, this game of being.” You look around some more, pinching and grabbing the multi-textured styrofoam-like contours of this crazy 4D thing, romantically grasping as if your hand holds were jacket lapels on the coat of a lover. There’s so much emotion and hurt and suffering and pain, while also harboring unbelievable joy, compassion, beauty, and peace. All more or less self-contained in this one object, what a marvel!

You fly to a different place. The United States president gave a long awaited speech to millions of diversely-opinioned citizens while inside their bodies billions of glucose molecules metabolized as they processed the words rolled to them down the social hierarchy from above. The atoms the people were made of seemed to buzz with imprecise possibility, as did their states of minds. The decision was made, and the action was performed by the government. The people had mixed opinions about the results.

Then, out of nowhere, there’s a pulling. Away from this thing in a manner that didn’t seem controllable or comprehendible in that moment, like the rug was jerked out from under your feet or the chair accidentally leaned too far back. You were in freefall, away from what was familiar. It had been happening the whole time, but you had only just realized it was going on. You reach out to this thing in desperation, this giant marvelous complicated life-giving thing, and yet the metaphorical lapels slip from your fingers. It’s so pretty you want to look at it forever.

The pulling persists. It seems as though you have angered a strange form of gravity. There’s a sense of confusion and slight panic.

You cling on to this 4D network of form and ideas and lifestyles and meaning and values. You try so hard to keep it from leaving you. In the last moments you see a human, a specific one. This human was you. Or… you thought it was you. But now you're up here.

You are dying. Or you died. You remember now. It’s hard to tell which, causality didn’t seem to have the same meaning here. It seemed to just happen moments ago. There was a strange feeling. “Oh well” you laugh to your ever-changing self. What a farce. What a beautiful farce.

The universe leaves your hands and you plummet away from it.

At that moment of letting go, you briefly forget you were ever alive to begin with. You began to exist in a new way you’d forgotten was possible. You became it, it became you, and all was forgiven. All love and compassion, no divisions or walls. Not just this marvelously complex life-giving 4D thing either, but all the other things too. *All of them*. “Welcome back!” reality said to itself, to you.

You realized you had won the war, whatever that was about. What’s the point in fighting if there is no disagreement? You dissolve in to it like a drop of ink dissolves in to the entire ocean.

The coal miner exhaled the last puffs of poisonous carbon monoxide as he passed out from asphyxiation inside the mountain. “That bagel was delicious.” said the woman at another time and place. And she was right, it was delicious.

title: A short story [x-post from /r/Buddhism]

question: What does the story say about the man carving the mountain?

answer: A mountain is being carved and a man tunnels through it with a pickaxe. The purpose of the digging is to power a coal plant to sell the electricity at a rate of 10.98¢/kW/h. However the miner inside the mountain begins to feel slightly ill.


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es about Russia with no cost whatsoever to the US or Europe. Russian inaction subsidizes Russia’s demonization.

China has been no more successful than Russia in using its opportunities to destabilize Washington. For example, it is a known fact, as Dave Kranzler and I have repeatedly demonstrated, that the Federal Reserve uses its bullion bank agents to knock down the gold price in order to protect the dollar’s value from the Federal Reserve’s policies. The method used is for the bullion banks to drive down the gold price with enormous amounts of naked shorts during periods of low or nonexistent volume.

China or Russia or both could take advantage of this tactic by purchasing every naked short sold plus all covered shorts, if any, and demanding delivery instead of settling the contracts in cash. Neither New York Comex nor the London market could make delivery, and the system would implode. The consequence of the failure to deliver possibly could be catastrophic for the Western financial system, but in the least it would demonstrate the corrupt nature of Western financial institutions.

Or China could deal a more lethal blow. Choosing a time of heightened concern or disruptions in US financial markets, China could dump its trillion dollar plus holdings of US treasuries, or indeed all its holdings of US financial instruments, on the market. The Federal Reserve and the US Treasury could try to stabilize the prices of US financial instruments by creating money with which to purchase the bonds and other instruments. This money creation would increase concern about the dollar’s value, and at that point China could dump the trillion dollars plus it receives from its bond sales on the exchange market. The Federal Reserve cannot print foreign currencies with which to buy up the dollars. The dollar’s exchange value would collapse and with it the dollar’s use as world reserve currency. The US would become just another broke country unable to pay for its imports.

Possibly, Washington could get Japan and the European Central Bank to print enough yen and euros to buy up the dumped dollars. However, the likelihood is that this would bring down the yen and euro along with the dollar.

Flight would occur into the Chinese and Russian currencies, and financial hegemony would depart the West.

By their restraint, Russia and China enable Washington’s attack upon them. Last week Washington put thousands of its NGO operatives into the Moscow streets protesting “Putin’s war against Ukraine.” Foolishly, Russia has permitted foreign interests to buy up its newspapers, and these interests continually denounce Putin and the Russian government to their Russian readers.

Did Russia sell its soul and communication system for dollars? Did a few oligarchs sell out Russia for Swiss and London bank deposits?

Both Russia and China have Muslim populations among whom the CIA operates encouraging disassociation, rebellion, and violence. Washington intends to break up the Russian Federation into smaller, weaker countries that could not stand in the way of Washington’s hegemony. Russian and Chinese fear of discord among their own Muslim populations have caused both governments to make the extremely serious strategic mistake of aligning with Washington against ISIS and with Washington’s policy of protecting Washington’s status quo in the Muslim world.

If Russia and China understood the deadly threat that Washington presents, both governments would operate according to the time honored principle that “the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Russia and China would arm ISIS with surface to air missiles to bring down the American planes and with military intelligence in order to achieve an American defeat. With defeat would come the overthrow of Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, Qatar, the United Arab Emirates, Jordan, Egypt and all of the American puppet rulers in the area. Washington would lose control over oil, and the petro-dollar would be history. It is extraordinary that instead Russia and China are working to protect Washington’s control over the Middle East and the petro-dollar.

China is subject to a variety of attacks. The Rockefeller Foundation creates American agents in Chinese universities, or so I am informed by Chinese academics. American companies that locate in China create Chinese boards on which they place the relatives of local and regional party officials. This shifts loyalty from the central government to the American money. Moreover, China has many economists educated in the US who are imbued with the neoliberal economics that represents Washington’s interests.

Both Russia and China have significant percentages of their populations who wish to be western. The failure of communism in both countries and the success of American cold war propaganda have created loyalties to America in place of their own governments. In Russia they go by the designation “Atlanticist Integrationists.” They are Russians who wish to be integrated into the West. I know less about the Chinese counterpart, but among youth Western materialism and lack of sexual restraint is appealing.

The inability of the Russian and Chinese governments to come to terms with the threat posed to their existence as sovereign countries by the neoconservative insistence on American world hegemony makes nuclear war more likely. If Russia and China catch on too late in the game, their only alternative will be war or submission to Washington’s hegemony. As there is no possibility of the US and NATO invading and occupying Russia and China, the war would be nuclear.

To avoid this war, which, as so many experts have shown, would terminate life on earth, the Russian and Chinese governments must soon become far more realistic in their assessment of the evil that resides in what Washington has turned into the world’s worst terrorist state–the US.

It is possible that Russia, China, and the rest of the world will be saved by American economic collapse. The US economy is a house of cards. Real median family incomes are in long-term decline. Universities produce graduates with degrees and heavy debts but no jobs. The bond market is rigged by the Federal Reserve which necessitates rigging the bullion markets in order to protect the dollar. The stock market is rigged by the outpouring of money from the Federal Reserve, by the Plunge Protection Team, and by corporations repurchasing their own stock. The dollar is supported by tradition, habit, and currency swaps.

The American House of Cards continues to stand only as a result of the tolerance of the world for vast corruption and disinformation and because greed is satisfied by the money made from a rigged system.

Russia and/or China could pull down this House of Cards whenever either country or both had leadership capable of it.

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question: Which nations are mentioned?

answer: China, Russia, the United States of America, Japan, Ukraine, Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, Qatar, the United Arab Emirates, Jordan, and Egypt.

question: Is the author's view on the U.S.A. positive or negative?

answer: Negative.

question: Which financial institutions are mentioned?

answer: The U.S. Federal Reserve, New York COMEX, the European Central Bank.

question: According to the author, what is the mistake being made by Chinese and Russian governments?

answer: Showing restraint in their dealings with Washington (the U.S. government), i.e. acting neutrally or in support instead of against U.S. interests.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The author explains how Russia and China have not made the best use of their opportunities to destabilize the Western economy, in particular by devaluing the U.S. dollar, which the author claims could not effectively be restored with aid from the euro and/or yen. The author outlines the reasons they believe drastic action on the part of Russia and/or China is necessary to prevent corrupt Washington hegemony from taking root across the globe.


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GARHI YASIN SINDH ( __, __) is a town and taluka of Shikarpur District, Sindh, Pakistan.

One of the three talukas (sub-districts) of Shikarpur, Garhi Yasin is of political and historical significance to Pakistan. On 1 June 1977 the old Shikarpur subdivision, consisting of the two talukas of Shikarpur and Garhiyasin, was separated from Sukkur District, and a new District Shikarpur was created and attached to Larkana Division.

Garhi Yasin is an extremely wealthy town located in the north of Sindh province of Pakistan. It is the second largest town of the district Shikarpur, having population of more than 14,000. Garhi Yasin is situated on the right bank of River Indus. Garhi Yasin region has always been important because of proximity of Shikarpur, a place that commanded the trade route through the Bolan Pass, and its merchants had dealings with many towns in Central Asia.

Garhi Yasin taluka comprises two main towns Dakhan, Madeji and some main villages Haji Rohelo Khan Jaffri, and Bado. Garhi Yasin has produced Politicians, Civil Servants, like Agha Siraj Khan Durrani, Speaker of Sindh assembly and Agha Rafique Khan Durrani former chief justice of sharia law and Chairman of the SPSC. The town is named after its founder Yasin Khan Pathan. Sindhi is the common language of the people in this region. The Jamali, Jaffri, Mangi, Marfani Kalhora, Mughal, Pirzada, Rajar, Seelro, Wadhio, Chandio, Memon, Sindhi Hindu, Soomra, Shaikh, Khakhrani, Syed, Mirani, Qazi, Bhutta, Lashari, Rahooja, Bhatti, Mahar, Jakhro, Kakepota, Arain, Mangi, Malik, Ghori, Rajpoot, Bhayo Tribe, Dharejo and Aawaan. With the Pathan (Durrani, Babar & Barak zai) From which the Durrani tribe being the strongest both politically and by land. After the independence from British India, Many Hindu and Sikh clans migrated to India. There also Hindus settled in Garhi Yasin. One of the Chiefs of Ghari Yasin; is Agha Affan Durrani holding tremendous political power and known to be influential all over the country.

Education

The town has a Higher Secondary School Agha Badaruddin Khan Durrani and three high schools, several primary schools, a Mono Technique School and a vocational School for typing, commercial, computer etc.

Agriculture

A considerable part of the area is irrigated. Major productions of the area are rice, wheat and pulses beside Maize, sugarcane, vegetables fruits etc.

Industry

It has a small market and manufactures of handicrafts, metal ware, furniture, bricks and pottery. Hand-loom weaving of the area used to be very popular. Rilly of Garhi Yasin is very popular in all over Sindh and making a good variety of Sindhi topi and Balochi Rilly in different models.

Land

It is chiefly alluvial plain. The lands are greatly suffered after construction of barrage at Sukkur and being rapidly converted into salt lands (Kalar). Waterlogging and salinity is a major problem of Garhi Yasin. The climate is very hot as it reached 49°C last year 2016, dry and enervating. Winter in mild and is best time to visit this town.

Category:Populated places in Sindh Category:Shikarpur District

title: Garhi Yasin

question: What does the article say about the demographics of Garhi Yasin?

answer: The town is extremely wealthy, and it's the second largest town in the Shikarpur district with more than 14000 population. The region has always been influential because of its proximity to the trade route through the Bolan Pass. Garhi Yasin is known for the politicians and civil servants it has produced.

question: What does the article say about the zoning laws in Garhi Yasin?


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A man named Ned sat in his arm chair and read printed words on a collection of paper. He enjoyed his books and his slow secluded life. He lived in a small house out in the country and watched the sunrise every morning and took walks through the woods at sunset. He wrote long, well thought out letters to his loved ones and cultivated friendships like the the crops in his garden. Since he didn't have many visitors he occupied his free time with the books from his parents collection. Hundreds of times he had read these stories and he cherished every one. When he didn't feel like reading he would often go somewhere quiet and reflect on his life and the things around him. When Ned did have to go into town he avoided gossip and mostly made polite small talk with his distant neighbors.

Ned didn't dislike people, he merely disliked their habits of creating problems. His world was small but it was beautiful and Ned wouldn't have traded it for anything.

But then one day Aptus, the vengeful god of the Net and lord of the cats appeared at his door.

"NED LUDD!" howled Aptus.  "FOR TOO LONG HAVE YOU ALLUDED ME!"

"YOU REMAIN INDEPENDENT OF MY WIDE WORLD OF WEBS. NEVER HAS A COMMENT BEEN POSTED NOR A MEME BEEN SPREAD BY YOUR ABSENT USERNAME. I AM APTUS, NED LUDD, AND I DEMAND SACRIFICE! I DEMAND PARTICIPATION! DID YOU EVEN SEE MILEY CYRUS AT THE VMA's?"

"Huh?" answered Ned.

"FOR YOUR HUBRIS I DAMN YOU NED LUDD, TO AN ETERNITY OF SURFING. YOU HAVE LIVED YOUR LIFE OFFLINE AND NOW I CURSE YOU TO A LIFE OF CONNECTIVITY!"

And with a wild laugh Aptus touched Ned's forehead. He heard a horrible noise and suddenly Ned was lifted off his feet and sucked into a series of tubes. Ned flew through into this horrible new world, bombarded by noise, words, pornography and pictures of cute animals. Suddenly it all stopped and Ned found himself lying in a landscape devoid of anything but a single play button. Cautiously Ned approached it, fearing what it might do. Tentatively he pushed the button and before him appeared a dancing, singing Korean man wearing glasses and a suit.

"I don't understand!" cried Ned.

"Oppa Gangnam Style" replied the man.

Ned turned to run but everywhere he fled he was haunted by this horrible man and his terrible song.

"Forgive me Aptus!" Ned pleaded to the heavens.

But Aptus merely laughed at the man and retweeted his suffering.

title: The Man Who Wasn't Online: A Cautionary Tale

question: What is the name of the man who is never online?

answer: Ned Ludd, to signify he is a Luddite.

question: What does the God of the Web curse Ned Ludd to?

answer: To surf the Web for a long time.

question: What meme does Ned Ludd first witness?

answer: "Gangam Style."

question: What is the theme of this story?

answer: The irresistibility of technology.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This story is about a man named Ned Ludd, who lives a life entirely without technology, until one day the God of the Net curses him to a life of memes.


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(CNN)You would be forgiven if you have no idea who Azealia Banks is or what she does.

The rapper, who these days seems to drop more disses on Twitter than on wax, is well known to many in social media and on Wednesday her latest beef got her dropped from a British music festival.

Here's how it went down:

On Tuesday she mentioned former One Direction member Zayn Malik in an Instragram post.Later, Malik tweeted "No lies ... I see you reaching but I don't care" and "My @'s too good for you."

This being social media, naturally Banks thought he was talking about her and it was on from there. What followed were some tweets from her that were pretty inflammatory and included racial and gay slurs.

Enter 14-year-old Disney star and One Direction fan Skai Jackson, who tweeted, "Azealia Banks needs to simmer down a little."

question: What is the main focus of this article?

answer: A Twitter beef between Azealia Banks and Zayn Malik that got the former dropped from a British music festival.

question: Who is Azealia Banks?

answer: A rapper

question: What is Azealia Banks most known for?

answer: Being a rapper as well as her feuds on social media

question: Who is Zayn Malik?

answer: A former member of One Direction

question: What festival was Azealia set to perform at?

answer: That information is not provided.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Rapper Azealia Banks was dropped from the lineup of a British music festival after a Twitter feud involving former One Direction member Zayn Malik.


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You're not quite The Beatles yet boys: X Factor hopefuls 1 Direction recreate iconic Abbey Road image outside recording studio

Hundreds of fans, tourists and fellow musicians have recreated the iconic image over the years, from U2, Green Day and Kanye West to Sesame Street, Snoopy and The Simpsons, and most recently The Saturdays.

The Beatles' 1969 Abbey Road album cover is one of the most iconic images in music history, so perhaps X Factor hopefuls 1 Direction will take it as a good omen when they see images of themselves inadvertently following in the band's footsteps.

The location is different, their clothes aren't quite as stylish, and Paul, John, George and Ringo weren't sipping on Starbucks frappuccinos when they posed for their shot, but the similarity is nevertheless uncanny.

[Not quite the Beatles: Dressed down X Factor hopefuls 1 Direction recreate the Beatles iconic Abbey Road picture]

Not quite the Beatles: Dressed down X Factor hopefuls 1 Direction recreate the Beatles iconic Abbey Road picture

[Copy cats: The boys inadvertently recreated the Beatles iconic 1969 Abbey Road album cover]

Copy cats: The boys inadvertently recreated the Beatles iconic 1969 Abbey Road album cover

Niall Horan, 17, Harry Stiles, 16, Zain Malik, 17, Liam Payne, 17 and Louis Tomlinson, 18, were snapped crossing the road in Covent Garden outside their recording studio after taking a coffee break from rehearsals for this weekend's live show.

The five band mates, dressed down in trainers, tracksuit bottoms and hoodies, crossed the zebra crossing in single file,  just like the legendary musicians over forty years before them.

Despite the drizzle and chilly weather, the teens opted for ice cold beverages to refuel during their lengthy practice. Other contestants including fellow band Belle Amie and over 28's hopeful John Adeleye were spotted leaving the recording and dance studio to stock up on food and drink.

[Break: Fellow contestants Belle Amie popped out for lunch in between recording sessions in Covent Garden ahead of their first live performance this weekend]

Break: Fellow contestants Belle Amie popped out for lunch in between recording sessions in Covent Garden ahead of their first live performance this weekend

The contestants will perform live on the ITV show this Saturday after winning their place in the final 12 during last weekend's episodes. Both 1 Direction and Belle Amie's members auditioned as solo acts but failed to get through.

Judges Simon Cowell, Louis Walsh and Nicole Scherzinger placed them in groups and sent them through to the Judges' houses round, saying they felt they were too good to lose.

1 Direction, aged 16- 18 are bound to win fans among teenage girls, with their Justin Bieber hair, good looks and sweet voices. They have been given bookies odds of 9/2 chance of winning.

[Working hard: 1 Direction members Liam Payne, Harry Stiles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson and Zain Malik(not pictured) are guaranteed to be a favourite with teenage girls]

Working hard: 1 Direction members Liam Payne, Harry Stiles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson and Zain Malik(not pictured) are guaranteed to be a favourite with teenage girls

The contestants, who are living in a luxury mansion in North London, have been spotted during breaks from rehearsing at the Covent Garden studios all week.

Cheryl Cole's favourite Cher Lloyd is already gaining a diva reputation after stepping out with two minders and covering herself with a pashmina yesterday.

Controversial contestant Kattie Waissel also emerged arm-in-arm with her 'soul mate', Storm Lee from the over 28's category. While bookies favourite Matt Cardle, Rebecca Ferguson and Mary Byrne have also been spotted grabbing food between gruelling rehearsals.

[Dance lessons: Over 28's hopeful John Adeleye spotted entering a dance studio today]

[Dance lessons: Over 28's hopeful John Adeleye and girl group Belle Amie took a break from the dance studio today]

Dance lessons: Over 28's hopeful John Adeleye and girl group Belle Amie took a break from the dance studio today

question: What album cover is one of the most iconic images in music history?

answer: The Beatles' 1969 Abbey Road album cover

question: Who have recreated the Abbey Road image>

answer: Hundreds of fans, tourists, and fellow musicians (i.e. U2, Green Day, Kanye West, Sesame Street, Snoopy, and the Simpsons

question: What are the names of the five band members trying to recreate the Abbey Road album?

answer: Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Zain Malik, Liam Payne, and Louis Tomlinson

question: What are the judges names that put the contestants into groups?

answer: Judges Simon Cowell, Louis Walsh, and Nicole Scherzinger

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This excerpt discusses how many artists, fans, and musicians have tried to recreate the iconic Beatles' 1969 Abbey Road album cover. Afterwards, the breakdown of contestants performing live on the ITV show is described.


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Darkness fell much earlier than usual that day, as if the sun had been extinguished. There was no moon; the only light came from the pinprick stars that twinkled silently against the black canvas of the sky. Even those seemed duller than usual, Bill thought, as he swept along the narrow highway that cut through the desert like a zip through a jacket, a grey ribbon in a sea of relentless sand.

He had been driving for several hours now and he didn't know why. There was no real purpose to his journey that he could remember; it was little more than aimless meandering along empty roads. A jackrabbit darted across the highway and Bill winced at the soft bump as it disappeared under his front left tire; he felt like a murderer. He stopped the car a couple of miles up the road - far enough away from the jackrabbit that it would be invisible to him even in the light. As he pulled to a halt the engine of his ancient car spluttered, disturbing a rattlesnake that was curled up by the side of the road. It gave a disapproving hiss and slithered off into the night. He clicked the engine off, got out and looked at the sky.

There was no moon, and the stars seemed duller than usual.

Bill looked up at the sky for a long time. Trying to remember. Remember where he had come from, and where he was going, and why. But the stars had no answers for him. They simply twinkled silently, not saying a word, just pale unhelpful dots of burning hydrogen billions of miles away.

He tore his eyes away from the stars and looked back at his car. In the pitch black night it was difficult to discern its color; Bill thought it was red but he couldn't be sure. He sighed and climbed back inside, sat down in the driver's seat, and rested his muddled head against the steering wheel.

The human mind, he thought, was a funny thing. It could remember obscure and useless facts and the names of people you've only met once and birthday parties you went to thirty years ago. But it could forget what you walked into a room for. Or why you drove into the middle of the desert, on a night where there was no moon and the stars seemed duller than usual.

Bill restarted the car and checked the rear-view mirror, and suddenly he remembered where he was going. And why.

He stepped back outside, smiling faintly at his own forgetfulness. The keys stayed in the ignition; he needed the lights to stay on because it was darker than usual tonight.

He opened the door to the backseat and dragged the corpse out into the desert, to about half a mile from the road. He left it there for the coyotes to find in the morning.

As he walked back to his car Bill looked up at the sky and noticed that there was no moon, and the stars seemed duller than usual.

He climbed back into the front seat and drove away.

title: The Stars Seemed Duller Than Usual

question: Who has Bill killed?

answer: A stranger perhaps. If he had murdered someone significant he would surely have remembered

question: Does Bill have a mental disorder?

answer: He definitely doesn't appear to be of sound mind. He feels like a murderer when he accidentally kills a jack rabbit, but doesn't remember that he has a corpse on the back seat.

question: Is the corpse human?

answer: Perhaps this explains why he doesn't remember. Perhaps he is dropping off the remains of an animal that has met an unfortunate end. On the other hand, he's driven a long way to dispense of an animal corpse.

question: Why is he taking the corpse into the desert?

answer: It may be to get rid of the evidence of a crime or it may be some type of ritual disposal.

question: Write a ~9 sentence summary.

answer:
Bill swept along the narrow highway that cut through the desert. There was no moon so the night was darker than usual. He’d been driving for some time and couldn’t remember the purpose of his journey.

He hit a jack rabbit and felt like a murderer. He stopped a few miles on and tried to remember where he had come from and where he was headed and why. He put his muddled head onto the steering wheel. He wished he could remember why he had driven into the middle of the desert.

He restarted the car, checked the rear-view mirror and then he knew. He dragged the corpse off the backseat and left if for the coyotes to clear away.


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The SONY XPERIA E5 is an Android smartphone manufactured by Sony Mobile Communications. It was announced in May 2016 and was released in June 2016.

Specifications

Hardware

The device features a 720p screen, also features a 64-bit 1.3 GHz quad-core MediaTek MT6735 system-on-chip with 1.5 GB of RAM. The device also has 16 GB internal storage with microSD card expansion up to 200 GB and includes non-removable 2300 mAh battery.[1]

The rear-facing camera of the Xperia E5 is 13 megapixels OV13850 from OmniVision. The front facing camera is 5MP.

Software

The Xperia E5 is preinstalled with Android 6.0.1 Marshmallow with Sony's custom interface and software.[2] Sony Xperia E5 will not get an update to Android 7.0 Nougat.

Variants

Here are the complete description of the Xperia E5 variants in the world:

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  F3313   GSM GPRS/EDGE: 850, 900, 1800, 1900 MHz UMTS HSPA+: 850 (Band V), 900 (Band VIII), 1700 (Band IV), 1900 (Band II), 2100 (Band I) MHz LTE: Bands 2, 4, 5, 7, 12, 17, 28

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title: Sony Xperia E5

question: When was the Sony Xperia E5 released?

answer: It was released in June 2016.

question: What are the specifications of the phone?

answer: It had a 720p screen, 64-bit 1.3 GHz quad-core SOC with 1.5 GB of RAM. Its internal storage was 16 GB, but it had a microSD card expansion slot. It had a 2300 mAh non-removable battery. It comes with Android 6.0.1.

question: Why won't the phone get an upgrade to the next version of its operating system?

answer: The article doesn't say.

question: How many variants of the phone are there?

answer: There seem to be at least two, but the information in the article isn't enough to give an exact number.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: The Sony Xperia E5 is an Android phone manufactured by Sony Mobile Communications. It was released in June 2016. It had a 720p screen, 64-bit 1.3 GHz quad-core SOC with 1.5 GB of RAM. Its internal storage was 16 GB, but it had a microSD card expansion slot. It had a 2300 mAh non-removable battery. It came with Android version 6 and wasn't planned for an upgrade to Android version 7.


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GUO SHUANG (郭爽, born February 26, 1986) is a Chinese professional track cyclist. She won two bronze medals at the 2006 UCI Track Cycling World Championships, in Sprint and Keirin, and two silver medals at the 2007 UCI Track Cycling World Championships, again in Sprint and Keirin.

Guo had an eventful semi-final in the sprint at the 2008 Summer Olympics, having won the first heat and conceded the second to her opponent Anna Meares, the third heat saw Guo come down the banking too steeply and her front wheel slipped from beneath her. The heat was re-run and although Guo won by a few millimetres, she was relegated for coming down the tack and pushing Meares onto the côte d'azure on the final lap. This put Meares through to the final ride-off for gold. Guo went on to win the final ride-off for the bronze against Willy Kanis.

Guo competed in the 2012 Summer Olympics in London. She and Gong Jinjie set a world record of 32.447 seconds in the qualification round of the team sprint event, which they then improved upon with 32.422 in the next round.[1] They went on to finish first in the final against the German team, but were disqualified for an early relay, and were relegated to the silver medal instead.[2] Guo and Gong's coach Daniel Morelon maintains that the pair were “robbed” of the gold medal, and described it as an “injustice”. He complained that the judges refused to provide a “video footage of the race on slow motion”, and only provided a “vague explanation” for the infringement they had allegedly committed.[3] However, the British cycling champions Victoria Pendleton and Jessica Varnish, who were also disqualified for a similar reason earlier on in the competition, accepted the judges decision and chose not to claim that they were unfairly robbed of a medal.[4] Pendleton recovered and went on to win a gold medal in the women's keirin event with Guo Shuang coming 2nd.[5]

Palmarès

2004
    2004 World Cup

        1st Keirin, Moscow
        1st Keirin, Sydney

2005
    2004–2005 World Cup

        2nd Sprint, Sydney
        2nd Keirin, Sydney

    2005–2006 World Cup

        3rd Sprint, Manchester

2006
    World Championships, Bordeaux

        3rd Sprint
        3rd Keirin

    2005–2006 World Cup

        3rd Sprint, Los Angeles
        2nd 500 m, Los Angeles
        2nd Keirin, Los Angeles

    2006–2007 World Cup

        1st Keirin, Sydney

    Asian Games

        1st 500 m
        1st Sprint

2007
    World Championships, Palma de Mallorca

        2nd Sprint
        2nd Keirin

    2006–2007 World Cup

        3rd 500 m, Los Angeles
        1st Keirin, Los Angeles
        2nd Sprint, Manchester
        3rd Keirin, Manchester

    2007–2008 World Cup

        3rd Team Sprint, Beijing

2008
    1st Sprint, Fenioux France Trophy
    2007–2008 World Cup

        3rd Sprint, Copenhagen

    3rd Sprint, 2008 Summer Olympics

2009
    World Championships, Pruszków

        1st Keirin

    2008–2009 World Cup

        2nd Keirin, Round 4, Beijing
        3rd Keirin, Round 5, Beijing
        3rd Team sprint, Round 5, Beijing

    2009–2010 UCI Track Cycling World Cup Classics

        2nd Keirin, Round 1, Manchester
        2nd Sprint, Round 1, Manchester
        2nd Keirin, Round 2, Melbourne
        2nd Sprint, Round 2, Melbourne

2012
    Olympic Games, London

        2nd Team sprint (with Gong Jinjie)
        3rd Individual Sprint
        2nd Keirin

2014
    Grand Prix de Vitesse de Saint-Denis

        1st Keirin
        1st Sprint

    GP von Deutschland im Sprint

        2nd Keirin
        2nd Sprint

    Incheon International Track Competition

        2nd Keirin
        2nd Sprint

    Cottbuser SprintCup

        3rd Keirin
        3rd Sprint

2015
    China Track Cup

        1st Sprint
        2nd Keirin
        3rd Keirin

    Melbourne Cup on Wheels

        2nd Keirin
        2nd Sprint

    2nd Keirin, Super Drome Cup
    South Australian Grand Prix

        3rd Keirin
        3rd Sprint

2017
    National Track Championships

        1st [] Keirin
        3rd Team Sprint (with Zhong Tianshi)

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title: Guo Shuang

question: What does the text say about the skills needed to win an Olympic medal in track cycling?

question: What does the text say about Guo Shuang's performance during the Summer Olympics?

answer: Guo competed in the 2008 and 2012 Summer Olympics. In the 2008 Olympic semi-final event of the sprint, Guo was relegated for coming down the track in the third heat and had to settle for a bronze medal. She competed again in the 2012 Summer Olympics, setting a world record of 32.447 seconds in the qualifying round of the team sprint event and 32.422 in the next round. Guo and Gong Jinjie finished first in the final against Germany but were disqualified for an early relay and were relegated to the silver medal. Their coach, Daniel Morelon, says the pair got "robbed" of their gold medal. Guo Shang also won a silver medal in the women's keirin event.

question: What does the text say about coach Daniel Morelon's complaint against the judges?

answer: Coach Daniel Morelon said that Guo and Gong were robbed of the gold medal in the 2012 Summer Olympics in London. He complained that the judges refused to provide a slow-motion video of his team's infraction, and only provided a "vague explanation" for the alleged infringement committed. British cycling champions Victoria Pendleton and Jessica Varnish were also disqualified for a similar reason early in the competition but chose not to contest the judges ruling.


text:
[Loftus Road]
QPR were relegated from the Premier League last season, having won only eight games
Championship side Queens Park Rangers have signed striker Tyler Blackwood.

Former Northampton and Barnet youngster Blackwood, 23, has agreed a one-year contract after a successful trial period at Loftus Road.

The London-born forward had spent the previous three years playing for the University of South Florida.

"I'm a striker who likes to play on the shoulder of the last man, use my pace, and I'm a goalscorer," he told the club's website.
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"My personal target this season is to get league appearances. I know I'm good enough, but I have to prove to the manager and the rest of the team that I deserve to be involved."

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question: What is QPR?

answer: It can be assumed that QPR stands for Queens Park Rangers.

question: What is Tyler Blackwood's personal target for the season?

answer: He wants to get league appearances.

question: Where is Blackwood from?

answer: He was born in London.

question: What sport is being discussed?

answer: It can be assumed that this is about English football.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This document discusses Tyler Blackwood after he was newly signed to the Queens Park Rangers.


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(born May 8, 1961) is a retired Japanese professional wrestler. He is also a former AJPW Triple Crown Heavyweight Champion, a former GHC Heavyweight Champion and has had fourteen 5 Star Matches as awarded by the Wrestling Observer Newsletter.

Early Life and Sumo Career

On the 8th of May, 1961 Akira Taue was born the eldest son of a construction worker, in Saitama, Japan. As a teenager and young adult in Kagemori Junior High School, Taue was quite active in various sports such as shotput, baseball and judo. After graduating Taue would work as a part time auto-mechanic, while attending the Saitama Prefectural Chichibu High School. There Taue was sent a recommendation for the high school's sumo club. He joined the club in his second year of high school, and he won the third place in the national sumo high school championship.

Taue was then invited in the Oshiogawa stable, and made his professional sumo debut, in January of 1980.For the first six years of Taue's sumo career he went under his real name, until May of 1986, when he was promoted to the rank of Juryo, he was given the shikona of TAMAKIRIN YASUMASA. He fought in the second highest juryo division for seven tournaments before retiring from sumo in July 1987.

Professional wrestling career

All Japan Pro Wrestling (1988–2000)

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After his debut, Taue would mostly wrestle in the tag team division of All Japan. During this time he along with Shinichi Nakano would win the All Asia Tag Team Championship belts on June 5th, 1990. After many from All Japan's roster would leave for Genichiro Tenryu's new promotion, the SWS, Taue would band with Mitsuharu Misawa, Kenta Kobashi and Toshiaki Kawada to form the Super Generation Army. Soon after their formation, Taue would defect to Jumbo Tsuruta's stable, otherwise known as Tsuruta-gun. The ensuing rivalry between the Super Generation Army and Tsuruta-gun would produce all time tag team, and 6-man tag team classic matches. On September 30th, 1990, the Wrestling Observer Newsletter would award Taue and Tsuruta versus Misawa and Kawada, 5 stars.

However, he became better known for tag team wrestling. He won his first championship, the All Asia Tag Team Championship, with Shinichi Nakano on June 5, 1990. He won the World Tag Team Championship for the first time on March 4, 1992, teaming with Jumbo Tsuruta. He formed a tag team with Toshiaki Kawada, called The Holy Demon Army, a team which ended up holding the World Tag Team Championship 6 times. The team split when Taue left AJPW for Mitsuharu Misawa's new Pro Wrestling Noah promotion in August 2000, while Kawada decided to stay.

Pro Wrestling Noah (2000–2017)

In Noah Taue continued tag team wrestling, teaming mostly with Takuma Sano. On November 5, 2005, Taue was able to defeat Takeshi Rikio with his Ore ga Taue finisher to capture the GHC Heavyweight Championship, which he held into the new year before losing it to Jun Akiyama on January 22, 2006.

On June 27, 2009, following the June 13 death of Mitsuharu Misawa, Akira Taue was appointed as the new president of Pro Wrestling Noah. On May 12, 2013, Taue announced that he would be officially retiring from the ring in December.[1] On December 7, 2013, Taue wrestled his retirement match, where he, Takeshi Morishima, Takashi Sugiura, and Genba Hirayanagi defeated Genichiro Tenryu, Tatsumi Fujinami, Masao Inoue, and Kentaro Shiga, with Taue pinning Inoue for the final win of his career.[2]

Taue served as the Noah president until November 1, 2016, when the company was sold to IT development company Estbee, after which he was given the new role of an advisor.[3] He would resign from his position in February 2017.

Retirement

In June 2017, after studying with Mitsuhiro Matsunaga, Taue opened his own steakhouse in Tsukuba, Ibaraki, Japan, called Steak Izakaya Champ, where he personally cuts and cooks the steak, as well as greeting customers.

On August 22, 2018, Taue announced at a press conference that he was battling stomach cancer. The diagnosis came from when he was originally hospitalized from a fall at his home on March 2 that caused bleeding from the stomach, which required an emergency blood transfusion. He also revealed that on April 16, he underwent a gastrectomy after discovering the cancer during an examination.[4]

Championships and accomplishments

-   ALL JAPAN PRO WRESTLING
    -   All Asia Tag Team Championship (1 time) – with Shinichi Nakano
    -   Triple Crown Heavyweight Championship (1 time)
    -   World Tag Team Championship (7 times) – with Jumbo Tsuruta (1) and Toshiaki Kawada (6)
    -   Champion Carnival (1996)
    -   World's Strongest Tag Determination League (1996, 1997) – with Toshiaki Kawada
    -   January 2 Korakuen Hall Heavyweight Battle Royal (1992)[5]
    -   World Tag Team Championship Tournament (2000) – with Toshiaki Kawada[6]
-   _NIKKAN SPORTS_
    -   Fighting Spirit Award (2005)[7]
-   PRO WRESTLING ILLUSTRATED
    -   PWI ranked him #33 of the top 500 singles wrestlers of the “PWI Years” in 1997[8]
    -   PWI ranked him #8 of the 100 best tag team of the “PWI Years” with Toshiaki Kawada[9]
-   PRO WRESTLING NOAH
    -   GHC Heavyweight Championship (1 time)
-   TOKYO SPORTS
    -   Fighting Spirit Award (1992, 1996)[10]
    -   Lifetime Achievement Award (2014)[11]
    -   Match of the Year (1995)[12] – with Toshiaki Kawada vs. Mitsuharu Misawa and Kenta Kobashi on June 9, 1995
    -   Tag Team of the Year (1997)[13] – with Toshiaki Kawada
-   WRESTLING OBSERVER NEWSLETTER AWARDS

-   -   5 Star Match (1990) with Jumbo Tsuruta and Masanobu Fuchi vs. Mitsuharu Misawa, Toshiaki Kawada and Kenta Kobashi on October 19
    -   5 Star Match (1991) with Jumbo Tsuruta and Masanobu Fuchi vs. Mitsuharu Misawa, Toshiaki Kawada and Kenta Kobashi on April 20
    -   5 Star Match (1992) with Jumbo Tsuruta and Masanobu Fuchi vs. Mitsuharu Misawa, Toshiaki Kawada and Kenta Kobashi on May 22
    -   5 Star Match (1993) with Toshiaki Kawada and Yoshinari Ogawa vs. Mitsuharu Misawa, Kenta Kobashi and Jun Akiyama on July 2
    -   5 Star Match (1993) with Toshiaki Kawada vs. Mitsuharu Misawa and Kenta Kobashi on December 3
    -   5 Star Match (1994) with Toshiaki Kawada and Masanobu Fuchi vs. Mitsuharu Misawa, Kenta Kobashi & Giant Baba on February 13
    -   5 Star Match (1994) with Toshiaki Kawada vs. Mitsuharu Misawa & Kenta Kobashi on May 21
    -   5 Star Match (1995) with Toshiaki Kawada vs. Mitsuharu Misawa & Kenta Kobashi on January 24
    -   5 Star Match (1995) vs. Mitsuharu Misawa on April 15
    -   5 Star Match (1995) with Toshiaki Kawada vs. Mitsuharu Misawa and Kenta Kobashi on June 9
    -   5 Star Match (1995) with Tamon Honda and Toshiaki Kawada vs. Mitsuharu Misawa, Kenta Kobashi and Satoru Asako on June 30
    -   5 Star Match (1996) with Toshiaki Kawada vs. Mitsuharu Misawa & Jun Akiyama on May 23
    -   5 Star Match (1996) with Toshiaki Kawada vs. Mitsuharu Misawa & Jun Akiyama on December 6
    -   5 Star Match (1997) with Toshiaki Kawada vs. Mitsuharu Misawa & Jun Akiyama on December 5

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[4] Former Professional Wrestler Akira Taue talks Stomach Cancer & Rehabilitation Through Total Removal Surgery

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[6] http://prowrestlinghistory.com/

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[9] Pro Wrestling Illustrated's Top 100 Tag Teams of the PWI Years retrieved October 7, 2018

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title: Akira Taue

question: When did Taue take an interest in sumo?

answer: Taue's interest in sumo wrestling sparked when he received a high school sumo club recommendation while studying in Saitama Prefectural Chichibu High School.

question: What might have happened if he did not study in Saitama Prefectural Chichibu High School?

answer: He would not have been recommended for the school's sumo club which meant he would have probably chosen a career in a different field (perhaps something relevant to labor).


text:
If I could have one wish – and I couldn’t wish for money, or to correct past mistakes – here is what I would wish for.

I would wish to be outside a party in 1977, the year my mom turned 26. At that time, she was living in a tiny house with her best friend. The friend would later become my godmother, but for now, she was just another single woman teaching at the local high school.

Myra taught cooking; my mom taught French. The students called her Madame Green, but she was 5’04”, and already most of them looked older than her. She made up for it by being extremely strict.

She had worked hard her whole life, writing out essays by hand three or four times in college before she turned them in. She had dated but never seriously. She was more amused by the pursuit of a man than the acquisition, and often found that once someone reciprocated her feelings, she lost interest.

She was six years into a crippling eating disorder that dominated her life, and that she hid from everyone.

Still, I imagine she didn’t take herself too seriously. She had short hair and wore little makeup. She looked like the kind of girl who would make you laugh. In pictures, she is always doing that – laughing.

The costume parties they threw in that house were epic. People came over in bathing suits, in nun costumes, in nothing at all. I don’t think she would have gotten drunk, at least not in that desperate, modern way. But I think her face would have been red with wine, and she would have talked to you for hours, because she has always been able to talk for hours, about anything.

I would wish to meet her outside the party, this red-faced 26-year-old woman, stumbling outside to catch her breath, still shouting something to someone behind her. I would offer her a cigarette and she would say no. We would chat like women do. We would like each other, in that way that blooms from mutual interest and admiration; in the easy trust that precedes real friendship.

We would chat about nothing, really. Someone would call to her, and she would excuse herself, to go back inside and carry on with her life.

title: Meeting My Mother

question: What does the narrator wish for?

answer: To meet their godmother in 1977 when she was 26.

question: What gender is the narrator?

answer: Not explicitly said, but implied when she says they'd talk "like women do."

question: What are the narrator and their godmother's names?

answer: Doesn't say.

question: Why does the narrator wish to meet their godmother in 1977?

answer: Doesn't say, but seemingly to see her in her prime.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator paints the scene of when they wish they could travel back in time to see their godmother in her prime.


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	Harry woke up last Tuesday morning. This wasn't a particularly unusual event, as he had woken up every morning in a similar manner for thirty-five years. He had developed the habit of turning the alarm off several times before crawling out of bed, and Tuesday was no different. He stumbled to the bathroom, scratched his stubble and emptied his bladder. All typical morning activities. He made his coffee, smoked a cigarette, and thumbed through the paper. Nothing atypical.
	He took a shower and pondered his existence. While this may have been an ordinary action at other times, Harry had come to a new conclusion: his life was no longer worth living.
	Harry was a thinker, and knew to take each thought with care. He kept this thought and studied it. There was validity to the thought. Harry's life was never really worth living; but, it wasn't really worth dieing for, either. He was typically caught in a penumbra of apathy.
	He finished his shower, and returned to his newspaper. Another school shooting. At a preschool, this time. The culprit was a war veteran. He unloaded his fully automatic assault rifle into the kids while they napped. The teachers were unharmed; they were fucking a few blocks away in a rented car.
	The shooter then walked down the street to a retirement home where he murdered three elderly women who were sitting on their porch. On Mondays, they liked to drink tea and knit. They found it quaint. The veteran found killing innocent people quaint. It takes all kinds.
	In his final act, the armed man walked into the main office and pulled the pin on a grenade. Twenty-five people died that day. Twelve children, ten adults, and three old ladies. But who's keeping a tally?
	Harry didn't finish the article. There had been another shooting a week ago. And another not too far beyond that. Harry had become numb to the slaughter. He grabbed his coat and drove to work, at a minor chemical manufacturer. He was a bench-chemist. He mostly cleaned glassware for people who stayed in school longer than him. But it was a job, thankless and hopeless.
	As Harry swirled a dilute sulfuric acid and potassium dichromate solution in an erlenmeyer flask, his earlier idea bubbled back into his brain. His life really wasn't worth living. The other people in the lab weren't particularly friendly. They all had families and friends and things to do. Harry often wished he had things to do.
	He wasn't an unattractive individual, but he wasn't attractive either. This enabled to go through life practically invisible. Most people never knew he was ever around. Even as a child, his family barely acknowledged his existence. He'd often have to walk home from practice or work or school simply because his parents had forgotten they had had three children.
	Once, Santa forgot about him on Christmas. He never forgave Santa. Another time, his family celebrated his birthday three weeks early. No one could remember when he was born.
	While he was studying chemistry, his parents divorced and remarried. His cousin had over-dosed on benzos. Three friends committed group suicide. His mother suffered a mental collapse and was beaten to death by her abusive meth-addicted second husband. His older brother got married, had children, and got a divorce. Harry didn't learn any of this until five years ago. It took his extended family over ten years to realize they hadn't told him.
	Harry didn't care much about his family. He was disowned by his father when he was sixteen because he smoked pot.
	Harry knew he had a gun at home. He'd stick the barrel to the side of his head and throw in the towel.
	As Harry finished his work and walked to his car, a stranger followed him into the parking lot. When Harry unlocked his car, the individual stuck the barrel of his gun to his ribcage and demanded all of Harry's possessions. Clothes, car and all.
	Harry laughed. "I'm going home to kill myself. Shoot me if you have to. You'll only hasten the process and preserve a shred of my dignity." The man shot him in the abdomen and fled. A woman heard the blast and came over to investigate.
	She saw Harry slumped on the ground, next to his car. She called an ambulance. She walked  next to Harry as he groaned. He was bleeding, as one could expect. She sat down and held his head. She stroked his hair. She said everything was going to be okay. She told him her name was Maggie. Well, Margaret, actually, but that's the name her mother used to call her when she was in trouble. Maggie didn't like that name.
	The ambulance arrived and Maggie rode with him. She lied and said she was his wife. Harry had never even been in a relationship longer than a week. Easy come, easy go.
	Maggie waited with Harry until someone close to him showed up. She was sure he had someone who would care if he got shot. Doesn't everybody?
	Nobody came asking for Harry.
	She stayed overnight, and read out loud from the book she had on her. She loved reading books out loud. Still no one arrived looking for Harry.
	Luckily, the bullet had missed the vital parts of Harry, and he was in no mortal danger. He was wounded and sore, certainly, but a far cry from dead. He woke disoriented and vaguely coherent.
	Harry wasn't a religious man, but he thought he had reached the equivalent of an after-life. He saw Maggie. An angel, certainly. The rising sun silhouetted her frizzed hair giving the illusion of a halo. Harry was glad to have seen her. Harry liked seeing beautiful things.
	"Where am I?" He asked towards Maggie.
	"The hospital."
	"Oh."
	Harry relaxed into his bedding and closed his eyes.
	"Is there anyone I should contact for you? I'm sure someone's worried sick about you."
	"Nope. What you see is what you get."
	Maggie moved next to Harry and held his hand. "I'm Maggie. It's going to be okay."
	Harry smiled. Maybe things were finally turning for the better. "I've got to go to work. I'll be back this evening." She left, and passed a medical school student on her way in.
	The medical school intern stared at a chart, then looked at the name on Harry's chart.
        "Harry is like Barry. It must just be a typo." The intern thought to herself. She attached the I.V. line into Harry's arm.
	Harry died later that afternoon. He had a major allergic reaction to the penicillin that the intern had pumped into his arm. Easy come, easy go.

title: Last Tuesday

question: Summarize the ironic twist at the end of the story.

answer: Harry has decided that he wants to die, but when he is shot, he finds reason to live in Maggie, the woman who comes to his aid. Just as he has reason to live again, he is killed due to a mistake by the hospital intern.

question: What are some negative events that happen to the narrator?

answer: Santa once forgot about him on Christmas. His cousin overdosed on benzos and three of his friends committed suicide. His mother was beaten to death by her second husband. His father disowned him for smoking pot. A man shoots him in the parking lot. At the hospital, he is administered the wrong drug and dies.

question: Summarize Harry's relationship with Maggie.

answer: Maggie overhears Harry being shot and calls an ambulance for him. She holds his hand until the ambulance arrives and then rides in it with him. She tells them she is his wife. She stayed with him overnight in the hospital room. When she leaves, she promises to return later that evening.

question: What does the story say about gun control?


text:
This is only a part of either a short story, or a novel i have recently started working on. I hope you enjoy, and i love criticism, hit me with it :D

The cave was full of darkness. It clung to every crack and crevice. Black shadows upon black stones. Ériu did not think that this obscure darkness could be any colder, any more uninviting. But it was. It tore into her skin with a terrifying velocity, like black tendrils lashing her skin. Ériu was out picking vegetables and fruit like she had always done. Basket in hand and off she would trot, the gentle warmth of summer springing her step as she filled her basket with juicy strawberries and those sweet, crunchy apples mother would sometimes bake into apple pies. But there was no apple pie here, no warmth, no light, only darkness and her sad thoughts to keep her company.
How could this happen to her, it was a normal day, only she had wandered into this cave. She had never seen it before and wanted to explore the inside. She cursed her stupid curiosity, because of it, she was lost. From what she could remember, she was deep inside the cave, having slid her way down a hill of muck and tumbling rocks when the sensation began to overcome her. It stiffened her entire body and crept along her skin, slicing into her muscles and tendons, instantly rendering her nothing more than a conscious rock, much like the cold, hard rock walls that surrounded her. Only they were inanimate and dead. Before she completely blacked out, the manipulative effect had invaded her nerves, sending millions of tiny electric shocks all over her body. Every toe, every finger vibrated with a burning intensity. Tears fell from her twinkling eyes, splashing her knees as she thought about the feeling.

No, she thought, this is not the end. She grabbed one of the soggy apples that scattered the cave floor and took a huge bite out of it, ripping it almost in half. Juice dribbled down her chin.
If it was to be her demise, she would not die hungry. She devoured three more apples greedily before taking many deep breaths to calm her quivering torso. Ériu felt her way up the spiky rock wall, hand pushed hard into the slick rock to steady her own legs, still weak from the shocks that had made her pass out. She yearned for her own bed, and the soft kisses her mother would place on her forehead every night. That thought seemed to instil hope in the young girl, but Ériu knew better than to hope. Hope wouldn’t save her life, only action would. What need her of hope when she was encased in this black prison. This abyss was terminal.

There was no way of telling where she was going; she had no sense of direction or position. She could not even tell which way was forward, and which way was back. Soon, she let the darkness guide her, trusting in her instincts rather than letting fear grip hold of her, exactly what mother had always taught her to do. The sweeping abyss seemed to swallow her more as she edged her way along the cold crevice, opening up unto a beyond which seemed to swallow her more the further she walked. By now, she had quickened her pace, and was no longer scurrying along the wall like some terrified beetle. Her fingers brushed against the cave wall as she moved briskly through the darkness. She felt as if she was going to slam face first into a wall at any second, but she kept on moving, she had no intention of stopping, the only thing she had left was her ability to move and she put it to good use, walking in a straight line, seeking an end that was no more in sight than her own hand in front of her face.

Then she saw it… A dim orange glow flickered in the distance. In the darkness, it looked like Ériu was peering at lava through the tip of a needle, for some reason, she smiled when she gazed upon it. The light flickered and danced in her vision, being the first thing to tickle her senses, it sent her brain into overdrive, causing the strange hue to morph and grow, igniting into colours she never seen before. Her vision seemed to swarm with dancing images and shapes inconceivable to her young mind. Quickly, her eyes began to adjust to the warm glow of the mesmerising light and she became obsessed with it. Ériu was drawn towards not only the light, but the company light brings in the lonely despair of darkness. Suddenly, she felt hopeful again, this light would bring her home, back to mother and the warm log fire that Ériu loved nothing more than to curl up beside, feeling the warm tickle of the flame on her feet.

The ember glow was not far, and the next thing she knew, she was sprinting towards it, her face etched with a lolling smile.

Her smile melted into a wide-eyed gape when she saw what was producing the light.

A small, burning orb, about the size of a large orange hung low in the murky air. It seemed to emanate with moxie and an animated vigour as Ériu gazed, awestruck at the sight before her. She had never seen anything like this before, nor could she ever hope to again, surely she was the first person to see something like this?

“Hello,” whispered Ériu in her soft rural tone.

Soft as her voice was, it was not strong, and strength is what she needed right now.

“Hello!” she repeated. This time however, her voice was loud and clear, cutting through the shuddersome silence that engulfed the cave.
“Can you help me get home?”

Ériu nearly jumped twenty feet in the air when she heard the orb exhale with a low humming noise. Almost like a sighing bear, nestling in to hibernate out the winter. Her heart pounded even harder in her chest when the orb began to slowly drift forward. Ériu followed dutifully, her eyes fixed on the effervescent sphere of energy. Both orb and girl quickened their pace, until Ériu was tearing after the leering ball, like a child after sweets. This time, she did not care about what was ahead, or behind her, only the light and comforting heat of the xanthic orb.

Ériu let out an ear-piercing wail as colour and light exploded upon her vision. She was brought to her knees by a relentless barrage of senses the moment she emerged from the void of the hollow.

She could not believe her own two eyes as to what she was seeing before her. This was not home…This was nowhere she had ever seen before.

title: Ériu - The Spirit Princess

question: What has made Erui become as stiff as a conscious rock?

answer: There must have been some type of chemical or organic matter in the hill of muck that she slid down.

question: Why were the apples crunchy when she picked them and soggy when she ate them?

answer: The only way that could have happened is if she was in the cave for a very long time.

question: Why did Eriu shriek?

answer: The color and light when the orb exploded must have put up quite a show after she's spent so much time in pitch-black darkness. She probably got the fright of her life.

question: Why does Eriu follow the orb relentlessly?

answer: It is the only item of interest in the black cave and it reminds her of the embers of the fire that she loves to sit beside when at home.

question: Write a ~11 sentence summary.

answer:
Eriu is in a freezing pitch-black cave. She had been out collecting strawberries and apples when she had decided to explore the cave. She had slid down a hill of muck when she was overcome by a sensation of her body stiffening, rendering her into nothing more than a conscious rock.

Before she blacks out, she shakes herself free of the feeling and reaches for an apple. After she’s eaten four apples, she starts to make her way forward in the darkness. The thought of her mother’s soft kisses keeps her going. She keeps moving with purpose and then she sees it – a dull orange light, like an ember, in the distance.

She sees that it is a small burning orb. The orb leads her further into the cave. Next thing there is an explosion of color and light. She’s in a place that she has never seen before.


text:
josh was an ordinary boy Just like you or me or... so it seemed, on the outside he was just a boy who for some reason , Hated life. In other words he was just a fifteen year old boy who showed no emotion, no feeling, no compassion. He appeared as if he WANTED to be hated in public, wearing clothes no other would DARE to wear at fancy party's he wore jeans a novelty shirt such as a video game character and he always held a cane for NO reason when asked the question "josh what has happened to you" he would reply,
"that name serves no purpose to me ... and what did i TELL YOU! i am the same GUY" but he wasn't he had changed... he had not always been like this with jet black hair the dyed red tip scraping his chin. people around him would know, he would only talk sorrow and death after that day... he spoke to M

title: Black and M a short story i am begging to write please tell me what you think

question: Why does Josh behave this way?

answer: The author doesn't seem to know why.

question: Do people enjoy hanging out with Josh?

answer: Probably not. He is abrasive and behaves inappropriately.

question: How does Josh's attire fit in at gatherings?

answer: He intentionally disregards dress codes and social cues.

question: Who is M?

answer: More information is needed to answer the question.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator describes the strange behavior of a boy named Josh. He is aggressively anti-social and supposedly hates life.


text:
The Scorching

“I remember one day of winter,” my grandfather looked mistily out the twelve inch synthesized window. He’s one of the few in our colony that knows of winter first hand. I have brought him to the observation point on the western end of The Dome at his request. This is his response to my request to tell us of how life felt in the days before artificial air and extreme heats of the wastelands. “The wind whisked down my neighborhood just as I stepped out into the white blanket on my porch. A chill ran up my legs but I hardly noticed, my friends were already playing across the street. Hmpff, I couldn’t have been taller than I am now.” He looks to me with a smile. “We spent the entire day by the hill behind Wilson’s house. We took sleds and lids down that hill, trying to guide it down to an alley so we could go the farthest. We didn’t stop till we saw a couple girls from school cutting through the alley. Linda Mould and Susan P. Cole,” He turns to me with a special grin. Susan P. Cole was my grandmother.

“I jumped line when I saw them, knew it was a special one the second I started. The boys whopped and hollered behind me, they knew it too. Susan and Linda had to leap from my way just as I flew by and crashed right into the Ralman’s garbage cans. Didn’t think about how I’d stop, never do at that age. No one did in those days.” Something in his voice changes. The mist in his eyes is more of a water haze now, he points to the empty horizon. “I use to see homes, grass, animals, and clouds. I never new that hope for the future was artificial till the mechanics of the world were stripped from us. It didn’t matter what we did to try and stop it neither.” I can see him slipping into more painful memories so I request him to point out when exactly he noticed the world changing first hand.

“Changes? Well them happen often and often.” (He means to say changes happen a great deal and always.) “Well, the first time I realized the talk was true was I woke up in some pain, not a good deal, but enough to shake you to. Round the time I was leaving college I suppose. I looked around my bed for whoever woke me, Susan hadn’t been over that night so I couldn’t figure out who’d hurt my arm. It was near midday and I had spent the better half of the morning sleeping off the night before. I wanted to sleep some more but the sun was slipping between my blinds and onto the side of my bed. I got up to close the drapes, but first to peak outside. I was looking for anyone of note when I noticed warmth and a near instant sting all over my face. I leapt back and closed the drapes. I felt relief right away. I knew it, right then, I knew it. The sun was burning like they said it was, hot and fast. My first thought was to call Susan and see if she was feeling it too.”

It’s not long after that our history lessons pick up, reminding those of us who weren’t yet here that the earth was becoming barren. My grandfather was one the first selected to one of the science division domes. The structures we all have been raised were in fact substitutes for an atmosphere we never knew, so we could have a life we never could have hoped for. “I broke through as a design engineer. Interning for the great Doctor Kepling. Now that man could work, spend entire months ruining chalk boards and burrowing floors with his pacing. I nearly didn’t sleep in my time there trying to keep up with him and the three kids at home. No one really knows his name anymore, yet his design saved what’s left of us.” His sigh holds a lot of weight out of his chest. I decide its time to broche a subject that has been refrained from in my family for years now.

I ask him as gently as possible, what happened in the evacuation. There is a long pause and silence before he can gather the breath to speak. The gruffness I had grown up knowing is back, he is the old man in the recliner I know again. “We…We only got the news of The Flare just as it started. I was at home sleeping in as I had the day off and Susan…Susan should have been shopping. The phone call came and the doctor himself was frazzled. I could tell before he said anything it was happening. I was to stunned to really hear him after that, he said he just wanted to make sure I made it and hung up. I forced myself out of bed and put these packs of necessities and valuables we had made in case it did come. I heard the kids downstairs playing, I yelled for them to get up and get there stuff ready. They knew what I meant but I don’t think they truly new what it meant.” My father swears it was all too quick to remember. One day your breathing humid air, the next day it’s artificial. Kids his age hardly caught on to the significance of things as they went.

“Once we were all packed I rushed the kids out to the car. It was so bright out I could hardly see my way to the car, still I had to find Susan. I had lugged her bag to car with mine. I was going to drive strait to the market to find her. I’ve sweat often before and since then, but I doubt any compared to that day. We got there and I can remember my sprint to the door seeming to last far to long to be a couple dozen feet. I burst through the door and screamed for her, Susan! Susan!” His outcry catches me off guard, “I ran back and forth through the aisles still she is not there. I looked to my watch, If I was to save my children I couldn’t wait any longer. I’d have to hope she received the message and caught the follow up busses to one of the others.

When I returned to car and began to head for my designated dome, it was clear the word was out. People we rushing all about in a frenzy. I don’t ever think I’ve seen such horror on so many men and women’s faces as on that day. I told the kids to duck down so they wouldn’t see. I speed out from our town into the dessert sands towards the dome. I think I was one of the last through, they closed those giant glass doors a little after we passed through.” After this he holds his head in his hands in silent hiding of his face. My Aunt recalls him braking down and crying over the wheel till some nice man came to get them from the back seat. They didn’t see him again for a week. My grandmother was never found, nor has our family ever discussed her final whereabouts.

From there the rest of the word documents well our methods to survival. Two generations of struggle-less survival, made us able to be complacent again. We should stay vigilant in pursuit of the solution; we should never allow ourselves to simply survive, but also to live. Even if it is only our grandchildren who will truly be unscathed. Never may we forget what great human loss we suffered in the Scorching.

title: The Scorching

question: What is the "Scorching"?

answer: The Scorching refers to the sun burning hot and strong, burning the Earth.

question: Who are the important characters?

answer: The grandfather, and his grandson.

question: What is the setting of the story?

answer: The characters live in The Dome, a human-made structure that provides a liveable environment on the surface of the Earth.

question: Is there a conflict? How is it resolved?

answer: The conflict takes place in a story told by the grandfather. The day of evacuation to The Dome, the narrator's grandmother can't be found. His grandfather has to leave her behind.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The story takes place in The Dome, a human-made structure that provides a liveable environment on the surface of the Earth after the "Scorching" takes place. The Scorching refers to the sun burning hot and strong, burning the Earth. The grandfather tells the story of the day the evacuation of Earth took place; he had to leave his wife behind because he couldn't find her.


text:
Sustainababble: a weekly podcast about the environment, for and by the confused.

Your hosts Ol and Dave are supposed to be experts in how to save the planet. But why’s everything got to be so confusing? Each week they try to get a little bit closer to enlightenment. They may fail.

They sift through the most egregious eco-guff out there, exposing the real eco villians vs the hapless incompetents.

It’s topical, funny and hopefully more than a little cathartic. Subscribe now for your weekly dose of Babble, plopped straight into your earholes.

MUSIC

The music for our podcast was made for us by the marvellous Dicky Moore of Bearcraft. Thanks Dicky!

question: What is Sustainababble?

answer: Sustainababble is a weekly podcast about the environment.

question: Who are Ol and Dave?

answer: Ol and Dave are the hosts of Sustainababble.

question: Who is Dicky Moore?

answer: Dicky Moore is a musician who made the music for Sustainababble.

question: What are Ol and Dave talking about?

answer: Ol and Dave talk about environmental issues.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Sustainabable is podcast hosted by Ol and Dave that focuses on various environmental issues.


text:
FREDERICK COLIN COURTICE FAA (26 March 1911, Bundaberg - 29 February 1992, Sydney), was an Australian medical scientist who became an expert in lymphatic physiology.[1][2][3][4][5]

His father, Frederick Courtice, was a Queensland politician.

Qualifications and recognition

-   1932 BSc (Hons I), Syd
-   1932 Rhodes Scholarship (Honours School of Physiology, Oxford)
-   1934 MA Oxon
-   1935 DPhil Oxon
-   1937 LRCP
-   1937 MRCS
-   1946 MA Oxon
-   1946 DSc Syd
-   1946 Honorary FRACS
-   1948 Director of the Kanematsu Memorial Institute of Pathology at Sydney Hospital
-   1954 Elected FAA
-   1958-1974 Foundation Professor in the John Curtin School for Medical Research (ANU)
-   1960 FRACP
-   1976 Emeritus Professor

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title: Frederick Colin Courtice

question: Who was Frederick Colin Courtice?

answer: He was an Australian medical scientist.

question: What was Frederick Colin Courtice known for?

answer: He was known to be an expert in lymphatic physiology.

question: Who was Frederick's father and what did he do?

answer: Frederick's father was Frederick Courtice and he was a Queensland politician.

question: What was Frederick's most recent recognition?

answer: In 1976, Frederick was recognized as an emeritus professor.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article highlights the qualifications and recognitions of  Frederick Colin Courtice, an Australian medical scientist.


text:
This was my first short story I had to write for my Creative Writing class back when I was a Junior in high school. I hope you like it!

    "Ooohhhh," Helen groaned. She hurt everywhere. Being in a hospital for six weeks is really something that she wasn't looking forward to. She was about to call for a nurse to change the channel on her tiny tv (golf was not her thing!) when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. "Come in," she called weakly.

   "Hello, I'm Dr. Bandade, how are you feeling?" He smiled a toothy smile.

   She gave the burly man a sarcastic look. "How do you *think* I'm feeling? I fell out of a five-story window!"

    The doctor pulled up a chair next to her. "Yes about that, how exactly did it happen? On this statement is says that you were pushed?"

    Helen cringed at the very thought of it, not only because it was painful, but she wasn't sure if he would believe her. "Well, it started out as a normal day. I woke up, ate breakfast, completed the daily crossword puzzle in the paper.

    "It was then I noticed that my window was open. A cool breeze swept through, so I decided to close it. I got up and went over to the window.

    "Right as I reached out to grab the handle, Rufus, my cat, rubbed against my leg, causing me to lose my balance. Before I knew it, I was falling out the window!

    "I screamed. I heard people screaming below me. I felt breathless. Panic swept over me.

    "It was only too soon when I came into contact with the ground. I heard bones shattering and I cried out in pain. In the distance, sirens wailed. The ambulance charged down the street.

    "After they put me on the stretcher, they hauled me away to the hospital, where they told me I was lucky to even be alive. They said I broke every bone in my body. I'll be here about six weeks, if not more." Her face fell when she told the doctor this. "And that's all that happened."

    Dr. Bandade looked over at her. "So you fell out accidentally then."

    "No! I was *pushed* out!" she yelled.

    "But you even said that you lost your balance, and no one was with you."

    "Yes there was... Rufus! *He* pushed me out!"

    The doctor rationalized, "But he's a *cat.* He probably didn't realize that rubbing against you to show affection would-"

    But Helen cut him off. "He *deliberately* rubbed too hard and made me lost my balance."

    "What would be the purpose for Rufus to push you?" The doctor raised an eyebrow.

    "He's just evil," she simply said.

    "Oh." He wrote some things down on his clipboard.

    Helen stared at him suspiciously. "What kind of doctor are you anyway, asking me all these questions?"

    "I'm a psychiatrist." He wrote some more things down.

    "What? You think I'm crazy don't you?! I'm telling you, my cat is trying to *kill me!"*

    Before Dr. Bandade could say anything, there was a knock at the door.

    "Excuse me, doctor," the nurse said, "but there's someone here to see her."

    Helen perked up a bit. A visitor to see her!

    The visitor walked into the room.

    "Rufus!" Helen shrieked.

    Standing there was the tabby cat. He was staring at her with glossy green eyes, slanted into slits. His tail twitched as if to say, "I'm *back."*

title: Paranoid?... Or Just Plain Evil?

question: Who does Helen blame for her fall?

answer: She blames Rufus, her cat. She claims that her cat is evil. Her doctor is a psychiatrist and thinks she may be paranoid. Then a visitor comes to the hospital. It's Rufus — her cat.

question: What injury did Helen suffer?

answer: She fell out a five story window. This caused her to break all of her bones. According to the medical report she must be in the hospital for six weeks.


text:
                                                                                Stay alive; that was the goal. Stay alive long enough for History to remember you… What if I can’t make it that long? What if this rifle I carry becomes too much for me? I shoved those questions into the back of my mind, vigorously, as if slamming a drawer shut in hurriedness. My mother told me to get out, get out of the house and don’t look back, that she and my sister would endure the raids on the homes of our village. I don’t know why they couldn’t keep with me, why they couldn’t follow me through the valleys and mountains I’ve traversed in these past few weeks… Maybe they lost hope? Maybe they didn’t want to wage war with life any longer…
But I am alone now, just a boy and his gun on the run for his life. I had one magazine and a bullet in the chamber, enough to get me through to a new home… or another soldier, you never know out here. But they were after me, The Tyrants, my mother would call them; an organization bent on taking over this entire country. We were just another check in the tallies, our small mining town on the side of a mountain, far off from anywhere. They still wanted us anyway, just for land… Just for land.
                 I lay prone in a bush covered in thorns under a downed tree, the needles piercing through my clothing as I watched the enemy militia sit around a small fire, ranting on about how their Commanding Officer doesn’t give enough food in their daily rations. I could hear my stomach growl in anger at them as I longed for their steaming cups of coffee with a buttered biscuit. My mouth watered from the aroma they gave… But maybe that was just my senses going into over drive. My eyes drooped with weariness, and sank lower and lower with every breath of frozen winter air I took. I thought they were weighed down with lead, and I couldn’t hold them open anymore…
The sky seemed to hold a dark blue hue, fading to light as it touched the horizon. I looked upon the floor, vertical lines seeming to span on forever. I saw two figures in close, one seemed familiar to me. In her hand she held a page, smeared in illegible writings that only her eye could read. Her head hung low, a tear dripping from the corner of her eye, a creek of one drop.  Before her was another woman, but of strange stature, a bouquet of flowers a-many color, but with the grey of steel mixed in with the fibers, showing her tense visage. “Why did he have to die mother?” The first woman asked the other, a tremble in her voice, easily comparable to a warble in the voice of an anxious public speaker.
                “Every person has a role to fill in life, he has done his, my child, and God needs him no longer.” I tried to rush to the both of them, as fast as my weary legs would bear, but my soles seemed to fill with lead, and my feet were encased in stone. The stone seemed to multiply particle by particle around me, panic rising in my blood like bubbles in a boiling pot. By the time it covered my face, I was absorbed in a dark unlike no other, it was a compressed abyss that seemed to never end, like a nightmare that you can’t escape. My sight was restored, oddly, but it seemed dark, every color muffled to its lightest degree. I saw the women still standing there, the first woman now with a rush of tears pouring down her pink pastel cheeks. The woman with her flowery head comforted her to the best extent she could, trying to put on a dance for the crying girl. I opened my mouth and tried to scream, but I seemed heavier, bulkier than normal, weighed down by my own body. I couldn’t utter a sound, it was as if my vocal cords had frozen, maybe they turned to stone themselves. A bright light figure appeared before my frame, slender and tall like an un-bruised birch.
         “Shh…” He muttered before waving his slim fingers before my eyes, making my shift to black again…
I shuttered awake, the queer sense that the dream left behind made my bones rattle under my skin. The soldiers now slept around their dying fire, snoring so loud, it could over power a truck horn. I sighed quietly, relief flowing through my body a wave at a time. “I wonder what that could have meant?” I questioned myself as I pulled my tattered body out of the shrub little by little. The snow crunched as I wiggled out from under the downed tree, to make my get away from these pigs-of-soldiers. But before I could manage to pull myself up and make a break, and hand pushed my back into the ice glazed snow, the water from the melted bits coursing in through the tears in my dress. It rolled my over to face a completely bright man, slim and tall, just like the one in the dream.
“Shh…” He whispered, before his blade stuck in my chest, and my heart rate fell to nothing…

title: [Slim] Inspired by Salvador Dali's Femme a tete de Roses

question: Why does his mother chase the boy from his home?

answer: The militia may treat young men with less consideration than women. She probably feels that he has a better chance at survival on the run without them.

question: Who are the women in his dream?

answer: They could be his mother and sister

question: Who is the younger woman referring to when asks why he had to die?

answer: The narrator. Perhaps he is foreseeing his own demise

question: What has the boy been eating in the wilderness?

answer: It appears that he has no weapon besides a gun with a single bullet. There can be little to eat in such icy conditions. Little wonder he is hungry. He must have been eating small rodents and birds that he can catch or breaking into barns and stealing stores produce.

question: Write a ~17 sentence summary.

answer:
He’s on the run for his life. His mother told him to get out of the house and go. Mother and sister would endure the raids without him. The Tyrants are after him and he has just one bullet left. He’s under a bush watching the enemy militia sit around a fire with steaming cups of coffee and a buttered biscuit. He’s starving. He eventually falls asleep.

He’s dreams of two women, one familiar to him. The younger asks her mother why an unspecified man or boy had to die. The mother says he has fulfilled his role in life. The narrator tries to go to them but it is as though his legs are filled with lead and he can’t cry out. A bright light figure appears before him and then he wakes.

The soldiers are now sleeping, snoring loudly. He tries to pull himself from under the shrub. A hand pushes him back into the snow. He turns around to see the light bright shape from his dream. The man strikes his chest with a blade and his heart stops beating.