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question: Why are Carrick Neill colleagues working from home?

answer: Carrick Neill colleagues are working from home due to government guidelines because of the COVID-19 pandemic.

question: What working hours does the team have?

answer: The team has working hours Monday to Friday, 9am to 5pm.

question: What service does Carrick Neill provide?

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question: What is the lowest price you can get from Carrick Neill?

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INGVILD DEILA (born January 18, 1987) is a Norwegian actress. She is known for her roles in both low-budget independent films and large-scale blockbusters. She first appeared in film through her role as Mina in _FISH_ (2013), this was followed by roles in 7 films all in 2014. This led to her role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe as a World Hub scientist in Oslo in _Avengers: Age of Ultron_ (2015). Delia also played Princess Leia through motion capture in _Rogue One_ (2016).

Career

Delia joined the Marvel Cinematic Universe in the 2015 film _Avengers: Age of Ultron_ directed by Joss Whedon as the World Hub lead scientist.

Deila made a brief appearance as Princess Leia in the 2016 film _Rogue One: A Star Wars Story_. With the film set before 1977's _Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope_, a computer-generated image of a young Carrie Fisher was superimposed over Deila's face. Archival audio of Fisher saying “Hope” was used to voice the character.[1][2][3]

Filmography

  Year   Title                         Role             Notes
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  2013   _FISH_                        Mina
  2014   _The Kindness of Strangers_
  2014   _Indestructible_              Jenny Adams
  2014   _The Gulf of Narcolepsy_
  2014   _Hopeless Cleptomantic_
  2014   _The Writer's Daughter_
  2014   _This Is Not Happening_       Anna
  2014   _Hills_                       Subi
  2015   _Run_
  2015   _Avengers: Age of Ultron_     World Hub Tech
  2015   _Cropped_                     Helga
  2015   _Killer Bird_                 Andreea
  2015   _Lady Mercy_                  The Lady
  2016   _Hippopotamus_                Ruby Ann Watts
  2016   _Endless Summer_              Annie
  2016   _The Date_                    Anna
  2016   _Punch Bag_                   Naomi
  2016   _Rogue One_                   Princess Leia    Motion capture   [4][5][6]
  2017   _The Inner_                   Morgana
  2019   _Escape from Brazil_          Eva

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[2]  most iconic characters back to life|last=Fullerton|first=Huw|work=Radio Times|date=December 16, 2016|accessdate=December 16, 2016}}

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title: Ingvild Deila

question: What was Ingvild Deila's first film role?

answer: Mina in FISH (2013)

question: Where was Ingvild Deila born?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: Describe Ingvild Deila's role in Rogue One: A Star Wars Story.

answer: She appeared as Princess leia, with a computer-generated image of a young Carrie Fisher superimposed over her face.

question: What was Ingvild Deila's role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe?

answer: She played Oslo, a World Hub scientist.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Ingvild Deila is a Norwegian actress who has appeared in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Rogue One: A Star Wars Story.


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A fun game if you ever find yourself at a comics convention: Try to spot as many gender-swapped cosplayers as you can. Throughout years of going to Comic-Cons and other fan gatherings, I’ve spotted women in drag as Loki, Harry Potter, and—before Paul Feig's reboot—various Ghostbusters. (However, this tends to be a one-way phenomenon; rarely, if ever, have I seen men dressed as Catwoman or _Stranger Things_' Eleven, at least in a way that wasn't going for laughs.)

And one of the most popular targets for women in male cosplay have been the Doctors. _Doctor Who_’s main character, who gets regenerated every couple of seasons, is essentially an alien—a Time Lord—so is strictly speaking genderless, but the previous dozen Doctors have all been played by men. Which of course means the BBC show’s fans, both male and female, hit convention floors dressed as one of those dudes. But today, when BBC brought their new Doctor, played by Jodie Whittaker, to Comic-Con International, all that changed. This time around, the show’s male fans—still out to emulate their hero—were the ones in drag. I only saw one or two, but it's a sure bet there will be more.

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It's been a long time coming. The series, which has gone from quirky British sci-fi show to beloved cult phenomenon, originally ran from 1963 to 1989, then was revived in a 1996 movie and again as a series in 2005. In that entire time, there have been 12 Doctors, all some variety of eccentric white guys. So when Whittaker took over the mantle from Peter Capaldi last year, it was met with a mild mania. Similar to the christening of Rey as the newest heroine in the _Star Wars_ franchise, female Whovians who had for years been attaching themselves to Doctor's various female “companions” or other women in the series finally got a lead to call their own. (In a promo video of the upcoming season played during _Who_’s panel in Hall H today, a fan watching the character’s reveal online exclaims, "She’s blonde; I can cosplay!")

Whittaker, a Brit who grew up steeped in the culture of _Who_ in the 1980s , knows this as well as anyone. "I didn’t want to stand to the side giggling and clapping," she said, referring to watching the heroes of her favorite moves and shows. "I wanted to run about and jump about—and those people didn’t really look like me. I hope we as friends are what young kids can now look up to and go, 'Oh man! I want to do that.' Well, you can. Because we are, and we want you all on our journey."

[#video: https://www.youtube.com/embed/SVuLL4pZab4

The words of someone who wants people to watch her show? Sure. But _Doctor Who_ has always had a loyal fanbase. The trick now, it seems is to make it one that even more people want to join—and the introduction of Whittaker is part of that. Addressing how much of _Who_’s old lore (and monsters) will make it into the show’s upcoming seasons, executive producer Chris Chibnall stressed that a lot of the show will be “new,” even as it tried to remain loyal to its rich history.

"This year is the perfect jumping on point for that person in your life who has never watched _Doctor Who_," Chibnall told Hall H. "I want you to go out and recruit that person, sit them down for Jodie’s first episode and go ’See?!’ There is no barrier to entry this year. … As much as anything your job is: Where does the show go next?"

As with everything from _Star Wars_ to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, _Who_’s showrunners are banking on appealing to a wider audience through diversifying their cast and scope. “It’s a big, inclusive, mainstream, accessible series,” Chibnall noted. Whether or not _every_ fan will want that—or if the series will gain as many Whovians as it loses—is something that’s still being determined. The reactions to the new bigger-tent _Star Wars_ films has been ... well, “mixed” is too kind a word. (Where, exactly, does wanting to “remake _The Last Jedi_ in order to save _Star Wars_” fall on the Disgruntled Fanboy Scale?)

And _Doctor Who_ could be lined up for a similar fate. The response was largely positive following the announcement that Whittaker would be the new Doctor, but detractors called it “an exercise in pleasing the PC brigade” or merely lamented that it was “ruined.” Others made a fashion argument, noting that “nobody wants a TARDIS full of bras.” (Why not? Are they too heavy to travel through space and time? Do the straps get caught in wormholes or something? Who knew!) Then, of course, there was the old chestnut that “the BBC are trying to brainwash your children,” which might have merit if there were scores of parents out there who were totally cool with their kids believing in Daleks but drew the line at believing women are equal.

Anyway. That part of the future has not yet arrived. And in the present, the cosplayers have already shifted from their floppy Tom Baker hats and Colin Baker jackets for Whittaker’s blue-grey overcoat and striped shirt. It's about time.

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question: What is the main topic of the article?

answer: The article focuses on the casting of a female for the character of The Doctor on the BBC tv show, Doctor Who.

question: Who are the "Doctors"?

answer: The show has run from 1963 to 1989, then again from 2005 until present; there have been 12 Doctors, all some variety of eccentric white guys.

question: Why have the producers of Doctor Who cast a woman as the Doctor?

answer: They are banking on appealing to a wider audience through diversifying their cast and scope.

question: What are some reactions from fans about the change?

answer: Not all fans are excited about the change. Some think that BBC are trying to please the PC brigade, or brainwash their children.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Doctor Who, a BBC television show that has run from 1963 to 1989, and 2005 until present, has had 12 Doctors (the main character) all played by some variety of eccentric white guys. Recently, they cast a woman to play the doctor to appeal to a wider audience through diversifying the cast. Not all fans are excited about the change. Some think that BBC are trying to please the PC brigade, or brainwash their children.


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Episode 2

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Tonight's story was entitled I Keep Telling Myself Not to Write This, but Then I Woke Up and Found This written by u/outfromtheashes. The story can be found here.

The music for tonight's episode was written by Westy Reflectory and Lee Rosevere, Greater Than or Equal To, and Mystified. Their music can be found here.

Would you like to contact Yara for any reason? Would you like your story, music, or artwork featured in another episode? Yara can be reached at yarashaunt@gmail.com or through his Twitter handle: @yarashaunt.

Thank you for listening, and may your fear be sharpened.

question: What does it mean if you can't see the audio controls?

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question: What's tonight's story called?

answer: "I Keep Telling Myself Not to Write This, but Then I Woke Up and Found This"

question: Who is the author?

answer: u/outfromtheashes

question: Which episode is this?

answer: Episode 2

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Tonight's podcast episode features a story written by user u/outfromtheashes titled "I Keep Telling Myself Not to Write This, but Then I Woke Up and Found This". The music is by Westy Reflectory and Lee Rosevere, Greater Than or Equal To, and Mystified. If you can't see the audio controls, your browser won't enable the sound.


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Chat Transcript 09/17/2012
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G: Hey there!

R: Hi, What's up?

G: Marry me?

R: nope

G: :-(

R: Are you gonna do that every time we talk?

G: of course!

R: ha

R: you're funny

G: ...and cute

G: ...and a good cook

R: yes

G: and quite romantic

G: and a good dad

G: and sexy... did I forget sexy?

G: and I have a nice voice

R: Don't forget how modest you are

G: Oh!  I forgot that one!  I'm the most modest man on earth!

R: that's right!

G: I'm so humble that they tried to crown me king of humility

G: ...only...

G: I was too humble to accept

R: haha!

G: See! I make you laugh!

R: Quite a lot right now, actually :-)

G: Think about it... a life with me would be full of laughter and romance and good food!

R: Are you trying to romance me with this?

G: Hmm, I don't know... is it working?

R: ...

R: I'm starting to think you have a quota to fill.. that you must propose to me at least once every single day

R: you seem to be doing that

G: Well, if you ever say yes, imagine how romantic it would be to tell our children:

G: "He proposed to me every day for 2 years, until I finally said yes, on Sept 17th, 2012!"

R: lol, you wish!

G: *obviously!*

G: The kids will say, "why did you keep asking, Daddy?"

G: And I'll say, "Because, once you meet an angel, you'd be a fool to not do everything on your power to win her heart'

G: Then they'll say, "why did you say yes, mommy?"

R: and just what will I say, in this hypothetical future?

G: You'll say, "I said yes because he told us about this day, with my perfect children and my handsome, romantic husband.  And I knew that was the future I wanted, and now it's come true, more perfect than I could ever imagine."

G: And then I'll kiss you deeply

G: And our children will say "ewww"

G: And it will still be romantic as always

G: Then we'll tuck them in together, and go out to our porch with a glass of wine and watch the stars, wrapped in eachother's arms

R: aww

R: ok, that was seriously cute

G: :-)

R: We also have to put Nanny back in the dog house

R: and make sure the windows are closed.

R: Then it'll be a good night

G: Lol... of course

G: ...

G: Tell the truth, you liked that one even better than my sunset-horseback-picnic-proposal scenario from last week.

R: Oh come on, if I told you you'd never come out of the clouds

G: you have to tell!  For Science!

R: nope

R: A girl's gotta keep some secrets

G: Well, it seemed like a perfect future to me :-)

R: You'll just never know :-)

G: I don't know about that, maybe one day you'll say yes

G: and I'll get to live it :-)

R: Perhaps

R: Ask me again tomorrow ;-)

G: of course!

title: A Modest Proposal

question: What does the story say about the other reason for G and R's chat?

question: What does the story say about G?

answer: G is probably male. He always asks R to marry him every time they have a chat. G says he's funny, cute, a good cook, and a good dad. He also claims he's sexy, has a good voice, is quite romantic, and is the most modest man on earth. G always makes R laugh with his jokes and actually says the sweetest things. Every week, G comes up with romantic scenarios in his attempts to woo R to marry him.

question: What does the story say about R?

answer: R is probably female. She always chats with G, who always asks her to marry him. She finds G funny and finds his material sweet. No matter how good or romantic G's lines, are R never says yes.


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I’ll keep this post nice and short, just like Paul, my dining companion on this evening. Just last week, Michelin starred chef and fellow Moseleyite, Brad Carter, was interviewed by the Good Food Guide about his favourite places to eat in Birmingham, whereupon he stated that Raja Monkey was his ‘best place for dinner’. I’m going to stop there and call it quits. Brad has the palate of a fine artist, making mine look like etch-a-sketch in comparison. I’ll be honest, given the choice of Brad’s recommendation or reading my badly put together, slightly angry, and marginally tainted opinion, you should 100% switch off this crap, Google the piece I’m talking about and take his word about going. Do as he says. The End. It was a pleasure knowing you.

Still there? WHY?! Can you not take instruction? You are worse than my hamster. Should you want my opinion, I am going to echo that of Mr Moseley Michelin Man. Raja Monkey is a brilliant little place in a spot worth travelling to, occupying a little crevice in the Indian dining scene quite unlike anywhere else. They do curries and dosa, and all encompassing thali. It’s the spirit of roadside India, those cheap dinner stop-off joints filled with locals and stale, humid air. Here we are in Hall Green, opposite Waitrose, sat in deep leather booths whilst others wait for spaces to come available in a packed dining room. I’d much rather be here, if only for the air conditioning.

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I was in love from the first mouthful. It was the lime pickle which got me, blood red and aggressive. It has acidity at the front, lingering heat at the back. It takes considerable effort and skill to make pickle this good, not buy it in a jar like ever other Indian restaurant in the city. The mango chutney, too, with a back note of clove and onion seed, was impressive. I use this to spoon into a dosa filled with potato, mustard seed and curry leaf. The savoury pancake is delicate, the filling generous. I really like the punchy tomato chutney, less so the coconut one. It is as good a dosa as I have eaten anywhere, India included. Opposite me Paul is destroying a mixed fish starter. I don’t try it so we’ll have to take his past career as Birmingham Mail’s food critic as word that it is good. If you’ve read his previous work I’ll leave that decision up to you.

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I do get to try his Chicken Bhuna and when I say ‘try’ I really mean finish off the third that he has left and work the last of the sauce out of the crevices with a roti. The curry is drier in style than I expect, fragrant with garam masala, and rich with the base of onions took well past the point of colouring. It is special but nothing compared to my thali. Thali, for those who have fell upon this blog by mistake and still order chicken tikka masala, is a complete meal on a tray. The components within the little pots is changeable, but this has paratha for bread, rice, an onion and tomato salad that zings with light pickling liquor, a dhal, vegetable dish, and curry. My curry is a chicken korma, a dish that Brits have destroyed by labelling it as the not spicy option in the post-pub curry houses. This is how it should be; a gravy base not destroyed by coconut, comforting and perfumed by cardamom. The meat has taken on the curry flavour, a hard boiled egg adding further richness. I like it, but it is the vegetable dish that amazes me. Whoever can take red kidney beans and elevate them to a rich, smoky dish is a magician. I bet they have beanstalks in their back garden. I’d gladly sell my cow to get my hands on them.

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We skip dessert because there is no room at the inn for any more. Paul picks up the bill and we finish off our beers and idle gossip. My dining companion is clearly a huge fan, but let’s be real about it, he has skin in the game. Me, I owe it nothing other than more frequent visits to eat all of the menu. And I will. Raja Monkey is but three miles from our home, conveniently over the road from where we like to shop. It’s too good to ignore, a true taste of the no-frills dining in India. It shakes its thang better than any of its kind in Birmingham. That bloke from Carters is right, but then I did tell you that right at the beginning.

9/10

_I did not see the bill on this occasion._

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question: Summarize the narrator's date.

answer: It appears that the narrator's primary purpose in having a date is to eat and to focus on the food. They are essentially reviewing the fare throughout this article-it may in fact have been written as a paid review. The narrator's date, however, is mentioned for their lack of taste-they are content with the meal that left the narrator wanting much more.

question: Summarize the high point of the meal.

answer: The narrator really liked the appetizers. They praise the tangy pickled chutney and the softness of the dosa. They also enjoy the vegetable dish of red kidney beans, which they describe as rich and smokey.

question: Summarize the low point of the meal.

answer: The narrator is not as beguiled by the meat entrees.The chicken bhuna has a rather dry curry, and the onions do not look fresh-even for cooked onions. The chicken korma is perfectly serviceable with its hard boiled egg, but it is not as good as the vegetable dishes. This dish is part of the thali, which is akin to a set of different food options that all go together cohesively to create a unified culinary experience.

question: Summarize the dessert experience.


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NORWOOD — FBI agents searched a single-family house on a busy street in this South Shore town for several hours Tuesday, a search that ended around 1 p.m. when about 10 agents climbed into five cars and drove off.

The agents were in control of the building in the 100 block of Washington Street throughout the day and at one point were seen removing a tall, black device that appeared to be computer-related storage equipment.

The home targeted by the FBI during their investigation has solar panels on the roof, a greenhouse and a three-car detached garage. No one answered the door after the agents left.

A neighbor, Donald DeSantis, said the couple living there are “lovely people” and that he couldn’t imagine what had drawn the attention of federal investigators.

“I’m befuddled,” he said. “That would be the last house I would think of.”

A law enforcement official briefed on the case said the search was not related to any terrorism investigation.

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Peter Schworm can be reached at schworm@globe.com. Follow him on Twitter @globepete.

question: What did FBI agents search?

answer: A single-family home.

question: How many cars did they have?

answer: 5.

question: How many agents were there?

answer: 10.

question: What did the home targeted by the FBI have on the roof?

answer: Solar panels.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The article discusses how the FBI raided a single family home in South Shore. It is unclear why they raided and neighbors were flummoxed. The family who lived there are known as "lovely people" and the FBI stated the raid had nothing to do with terrorism.


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A short white flash, then darkness. When the room started to become visible again the walls were close, too close to be comfortable. But this was not the first time. Seb knew what to do.

"Get up." He said it slowly, commanding himself to expand, just the way he had trained it. But even after so many times it still didn't work.
"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

Finally his body began to expand, legs protruded from his limb round torso, fingertips slowly pushed through the rubbery sides, reshaping the ball in an incomplete star. Finally his eyes began to move upwards and with them the room began to expand. Not just upwards, as it always did, this time it also expanded to the sides, the way Subject 3 had described it.

Seb would have had a smile on his lips, if he had had a face, but it was still beginning to form. His body was still just an egg-shape with spikes at the bottom and sides.

While suppressing the pain that his tearing skin signaled to his brain he thought to himself that this must be what giving birth feels like. Maybe he should stop making jokes about women after all.

After an hour of effort he had shaped all of his hands and the stumps of his arms nearly up to the elbows. The right hand protruded further than the left, and it also felt bigger. But was that really the right? He wasn't sure on which side his eyes would end up.

The team had warned him against trying too much at once, but all went smoothly and so Anton decided to try his luck. Exerting pressure on what felt like his stomach or lungs, he slowly pressed downwards and ignored the feeling of ripping tissue that accompanied the push.

His legs formed quicker than his arms. He already had his knees completely shaped before he refocused on his arms, bit his unformed lip and pushed to painfully protrude the bigger part of his right biceps. Through trial and error - getting the angle right was still not easy - he finally managed to shape his right shoulder. That was a first.

The left shoulder formed quickly and he barely felt the torn skin. There was a disturbing feeling - a sound, or maybe a smell - but that was maybe just a normal event at this level, after all he was one of the first to reach this state.

Shifting his focus again to his legs he pushed harder on his stomach and was surprised that his legs seemed to be surrounded by a slimy and warm texture. Despite, or maybe beause of the gentle lubrication, his legs kept forming with relative ease. Muscles and bones smoothly moved into place, even the pain seemed to fade away.

He felt a slight pressure on his shoulder and there was distinct chattering in the background, but he was too far to stop. His legs were nearly complete, his hips clicking into place for the first time and it was time to push harder to form his head. But a white flash interrupted him.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!"

The sudden scream scared Seb and made him scream even louder. It took him a few moments to be back in the world, to remember that breathing was normal and that the water he could hear rushing through his ears was just the blood his heart was pumping around his body. Then the stench hit him, sour with a note of curry and bile.

The lab assistant, Mark, stood smiling at his side. He didn't seem to mind the vomit.

"You got far this time, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I was nearly complete!" Anton was proud of his accomplishment. "Why did you pull me out?"

Mark hesitated. "Do you have any idea how long you were in there?" Anton responded with a frown. "It was six hours, and you threw up on yourself a while ago. We had to get you out."

After cleaning the largest pieces off with dry tissues Seb stood up on his shaking legs and signed the registration sheet. The young female researcher whose name he just never seemed to be able to remember handed him €120. She smiled at him. "Well done." He looked at her nametag. 'Sarah'.

"Thanks, Sarah." Seb turned and walked out.

"Well done." He repeated to himself on the way out into the cold autumn day.

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*Critique welcome*

title: Subject 4 [Chapter/short short]

question: List the main characters.

answer: Seb/Anton, Mark, and Sarah

question: Where is the story set?

answer: In a virtual world, and then in a laboratory

question: In what time period is the story set?

answer: Unclear, but we might assume the present/the near future

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: That information can't be found

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: Seb sees a white flash and then finds himself in a small room. He concentrates and both his body and the room expand. He forms his arms and legs slowly even though it is very painful. Suddenly, he sees a white flash and finds himself in a lab covered in vomit. Mark tells him he was in there for six hours, and Sarah tells him he did well. He takes his money and leaves.


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The POSTMEN'S FEDERATION was a trade union representing postal workers in the United Kingdom.

In 1889, a “Postmen's Union” was founded in Clerkenwell by Tom Dredge and John Lincoln Mahon. This dissolved after many of its members were sacked, but two years later, C. Churchfield established the “Postmen's Federation” as a more cautious organisation. It immediately recruited 3,721 members, and survived, offering welfare benefits to members from 1895 and publishing _The Postmen's Gazette_.[1]

By 1901, the union was becoming more confident, and felt able to affiliate to the Trades Union Congress and the Labour Representation Committee. Membership was over 31,000 by 1906.[2]

In 1912, George Harold Stuart was elected as general secretary; Duncan Campbell-Smith describes him as the “single most impressive officer among all the postal union staffs”. Under his leadership, the union began admitting women. It negotiated a merger with the Fawcett Association and the Postal and Telegraph Clerks' Association in 1919, forming the Union of Post Office Workers.[3]

General Secretaries

    1891: Charles Churchfield
    1901: Alexander MacLaren
    1910: T. Robinson
    1912: George Harold Stuart

[1] Arthur Marsh and Victoria Ryan, _Historical Directory of Trade Unions_, vol.1, pp.175-176

[2]

[3] Duncan Campbell-Smith, _Masters of the Post: The Authorized History of the Royal Mail_

title: Postmen's Federation

question: When was the Postmen's Federation founded?

answer: Two years after the dissolution of the Postmen's Union. That comes out to 1891.

question: What advantages did the federation bestow to its members?

answer: It offered welfare benefits to its members and published The Postmen's Gazette.

question: What is the final fate of the federation?

answer: It merged with the Fawcett Association and the Postal and Telegraph Clerks' Association in 1919 to form the Union of Post Office Workers.

question: Why did the federation have to be cautious when it was founded?

answer: A similar organization was dissolved after most of its members were sacked two years before the Postmen's Federation was founded. However, the article doesn't elaborate on why members of the previous organization were sacked.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The Postmen's Federation was a trade union representing postal workers in the United Kingdom. A similar organization was dissolved after most of its members were sacked in 1889, two years before the Federation was founded. The Federation offered welfare benefits to its members and published The Postmen's Gazette. It was associated with the Trades Union Congress and the Labour Representation Committee in around 1901. It merged with the Fawcett Association and the Postal and Telegraph Clerks' Association in 1919 to form the Union of Post Office Workers.


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It was an eerie autumn night. She sat in the house alone, she always did, she had no friends left in this world. As she listened to the wind howl and a branch scratching an upstairs window she was sure tonight would finally be the night, her last ever night in this oversized old lonely house. She was being hunted and knew once caught it would be the end of her. How could this not be the night? She thought to herself. In truth it was just a bad feeling she had because of the eeriness of the night, the sounds and shadows from outside.

She woke. It was 09:02. She made it through the night she realised with great relief. The relief was short lived. Now she was confused, soon she would be angry. She remembered back to last night, she could recall it being about 5am, she must have drifted off then. She had spent the night watching come dine with me. She could remember watching the first three episodes but not the fourth. That means she missed the results. If I didn’t see the results, what was the point in watching the first three episodes she thought to herself raging? She threw a spoon at a window, luckily neither were hurt.

She had to leave this place, they will look here soon she knew. She had no mode of transport, her only option was to hitchhike. This was the countryside, cars were few and far between and the people driving them were likely dangerous. The countryside seemed to bring out the worst in people. The isolation, the questionable gene pool, farming; all ingredients that often produced monstrous results, murderous people at worst. Animal fuckers at best. And hitchhiking was never safe for a young attractive female travelling on her own. Fortunately she was ugly, and middle aged. She may have been younger, her age didn’t matter anyhow. It was her ugly face that may save her. Still she was a woman and travelling alone, so the danger was there.

30 minutes had now passed and she still stood with thumb out. Not one car had passed yet. All she could think about was Dave. She hated Dave. She really hoped Dave didn’t win. Dave was one of the contestants on last nights come dine with me and she hated him, he had stupid plates. “Fucking cunt,” she shouted. It was unrelated to Dave and his stupid plates, she has Tourette’s syndrome.

She was so deep in thought trying to work out who may have won come dine with me that she nearly didn’t notice the car stop. It was a pick up truck, and in truth had seen better days. So had the driver. A lone male, in his 50s, thin wiry hair, crooked yellow teeth, covered in boils, and breath that could kill. “Where you headed lady? He asked. “I need to go to Dukenbury, its about 22 miles from here. Please take me as close as you can”. Dukenbury was remote, it was unlikely he would be passing through to drop her off but anywhere close would be better than here. “As ‘appens, that is where I’m headed lady, I can take you all the way”. Perhaps she should have realised something wasn’t right at this point, but she didn’t. She knew the way to Dukenbury and she knew they had just gone past a right turning that they should have taken. That’s when she knew something was wrong. It was the drivers sat nav, must have been an old one without the new routes programmed in. She was gutted; she knew it would add at least 3 minutes to the journey. They arrived at Dukenbury safe. But 3 minutes later than she would have hoped.
She knew she couldn’t avoid her hunters forever, the hunted will get caught. But if she could just do this one last thing in Dukenbury it wouldn’t matter. She wouldn’t mind being caught then. It would mean the end of her life, but she would have achieved all that wished to anyway. First though she was tired and needed to rest for the task at hand. She checked into a bed and breakfast. It was 15:06 when she put her head down on the pillow. As she woke up she realised that she hadn’t been asleep, it then dawned on her that she hadn’t woke up. It was still 15:06 because literally nothing has happened; she just sketched out a little is all.

As she woke up she chuckled as she remembered earlier when she thought she had woken up but hadn’t even been asleep. She could be stupid some times she thought to herself, although not as stupid as Dave’s plates. That pleased her.

The cafe was only a two-minute walk from the bed and breakfast. Her daughter should be there, she worked there. If she could just find her daughter everything would be OK. As she approached the café however she realised she was being followed. “No not now” she thought, “I’m nearly done, you can’t take me yet”. She burst into a run, so did the pursuer. She ran into the café, the chaser was only a meter behind her now. But there she was, she could see her daughter. “All I have to do is avoid capture for another second” she thought as she sprinted towards her daughter. Her daughter was facing the other way so the woman called out, her daughter turned around, A split second later the woman drove a 7 inch carving knife through her throat. It was brutal.

The woman had been caught now but it didn’t matter, she had done it. She had murdered 10 people. She had always wanted to murder 10 people and finishing with her daughter made it perfect.

title: The Woman

question: What does the story say about why the woman was hitchhiking?

answer: The woman was being hunted and knew if she got caught, it would be the end of her. She left the house and hitchhiked to Dukenbury to find her daughter since she knew she couldn't avoid her hunters forever. The woman needed to do one more thing before she was caught. As she walks to the cafe that her daughter works at, she noticed she was being pursued and bursted into a run. She only had a few more seconds to reach her daughter and upon reaching the cafe, her daughter turns around. The woman then stabs a knife into her daughter's throat. The woman was caught but she didn't care since she had completed her mission of murdering 10 people.


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I can feel his eyes watching me, the warmth from his gaze sends tingles all over my body. It's not normal to feel this way about him, and I never have before. So why do I? Must be the alcohol. I sit back down next to him. My eyes are shut tight, trying not to break into tears but I know he is still looking at me. Up and down my body. I take a peek and there he is practically drooling with a grin on his face. The way his eyes light up made me chuckle. I take a hit and blow the smoke from my cigarette in his face. We start talking, about us. We met in high school. We became best friends right away, we did everything together. Shared secrets and homes. He saved me from myself, you may think it's a cheesy thing to say but damn, it's true. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for him. I wish I could say some of the credit goes towards my husband, sadly it does not.

My husband and I met my last year of high school. I was a party girl, he was a calm stay at home boy. We barely shared anything in common, but we were close in a way hard to explain. Or so, it felt like that for a good two years. After those two charming years, I began to feel lonely again. He wasn't giving me what I needed in my life. Not any attention, love, care, or hope. I yearned for prince charming, but he never arrived. I brought up the subject or leaving him. He begged me no, so I stayed.

We shortly eloped and moved in together. Then the abuse began, and no, he did not abuse me. I was always drunk. I was always high. I had a bad temper and a loud mouth. I would leave scars on him, but he always forgave me right away, held me tight and kissed me. I went insane because I felt no emotions for this man and I wanted him to exit my life but it never happened. I started to tell him I suspected foul play. Cheating, lying, hiding things from me.

One day, I limped home on a twisted ankle from falling at the bar. It was snowing and I was crying. Imagine my pain, how depressed I was. I make my way inside. I strip down to my tank top and panties. I call out for my husband but no answer. I make my way to the basement, and there he is. Sitting on our couch, having drinks with another female. I'm sorry to say I interrupted the conversation by yelling his name and throwing an old remote at him. It was the nearest object near me. My heart sunk and I finally realized how terrible it was to be cheated on. Boy, was I stupid. Wrong assumption. I walk over to the couch where he lays on the floor bleeding from his nose. The woman sits in fear, looking at me, waiting for me to explode. That's exactly what I do.

I jumped on top of her and began pulling her hair. I soon have all of her hair wrapped in my fist and I slam her head on the concrete floor. She cries, screaming and shouting words I can barely make out, "STOP! NO! BROTHER! HELP!" I puke from the alcohol on her and she gets up and runs. I lay down next to my unconscious husband and kiss him. I wrap his arm around me and fall asleep.

The next day I was arrested, and I found out the woman was his sister. They were planning a trip for vacation. If only I wasn't such a neurotic person, if only jealousy didn't drive me mad. My husband would still be alive. I wouldn't be looking out of prison bars, crying and planning suicide.

title: Murder in the basement

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator is a woman.

question: Whose gaze is she talking about?

answer: She is talking about the gaze of her husband while they were still in high school.

question: Who was the abusive partner?

answer: The narrator was the abusive partner.

question: Does the narrator eventually leave her husband?

answer: The narrator ends up killing her husband.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer:
The narrator and her husband fell in love while in high school.

They eventually got married but things didn't go quite well. He stopped giving her attention and she turned to alcohol.

One day, the narrator comes home to her husband drinking with another woman. Fuming at the sigh of it, she attacks the woman. It soon turns out that that was her sister-in-law.

The narrator was arrested for killing her husband.


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answer: Compressed archives combine multiple files into a single file to make them easier to transport and/or save diskspace.

question: What is the most widely used compressed archive format?

answer: Zip is the most widely used compressed archive format.

question: What other options does archiving software provide?

answer: It can provide options for encryption, file spanning, checksums, self-extraction, and self-installation.

question: What archive format does Linux use?

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question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The article gives a brief description of compressed archives, and the different formats that they come in.


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Dear Jacob,

I understand you aren’t expecting a letter from me. You probably aren’t expecting a letter from anyone. Who sends letters these days anyway? I don’t mean to disturb your beautiful life in anyway, there’s just some things I should tell you.

Before I tell you anything else, I want to tell you that I’m sorry. You don’t know it yet, but I’ve let you down. I’ve failed you. All those things you wanted for me, they all fell through. All those dreams, all those ambitions. All I can say is that I’m sorry. I’m sorry Jacob. I sound like a broken record but I just don’t know what else I can say.
I loved you Jacob. Your outlook on life, your endless positivity, your enthusiasm. I can’t speak on behalf of anyone else, but you were the perfect man in my eyes: flawless, god-like, invincible. You worked hard, you took care of your body, you were sensitive. It makes me smile to think about it - you knew that you were God’s gift to women.

I loved you, but that love died. My respect for you has been on a steady decline over the last couple of years. Bit by bit, you began to stop caring. Slowly, you stopped putting in that extra bit of effort that made you so wonderful. You wasted your time, you pushed away those who were close to you, you abused your body. Why did you have sink to such bitter levels of misogyny, gluttony and cruelty? What have you become? It pains me to say it, but I think I hate you now. I hope, more than anything else, that you can consider what I am saying to you and think about your actions.

You’re still so young. You still have that twinkle in your eye where the real you looks out at the world. All is not lost.

Yours,

Jacob

title: The Letter

question: Who is this letter written to?

answer: It is written to Jacob.

question: How did the author previously feel about Jacob?

answer: He previously had a lot of love and respect for Jacob.

question: How does the author feel about Jacob now?

answer: The author now hates Jacob, and has no respect for him.

question: Who is the author of the letter?

answer: Jacob is the author of the letter.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Jacob writes a letter to Jacob describing how much he used to love and respect him. He apologizes, saying that he failed him. Jacob no longer feels love or respect for Jacob, and only feels hate for him. However, he still has hope that Jacob can do better.


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The 2015 TOUR OF SIBIU took place between 1 July and 5 July. For the first time it was raced over 5 days, and moved forward in the calendar by nearly three weeks. It was expected that the teams of all the jersey winners and stage winners from 2014, Adria Mobil, , and , would compete again in 2015. Adria Mobil later withdrew to be replaced by Southeast Pro Cycling taking the number of pro-continental teams in the race to four.[1][2] The race was wn by Mauro Finetto who won the mountain stage to Paltanis and was able to retain his jersey through to the finale.

Teams

Route and Stages

  Stage   Date     Course                                            Distance   Type   Winner               []
  ------- -------- ------------------------------------------------- ---------- ------ -------------------- ------ --
  P       1 July   Sibiu - Sibiu[3]                                             []     Time Trial           [4]
  1       2 July   Sibiu - Mediaş - Sibiu[5]                                    |[]    Intermediate Stage   [6]
  2       3 July   Sibiu - Sebes - Paltinis[7]                                  |[]    Mountain Stage       [8]
  3       4 July   Sibiu - Balea Lac[9]                                         |[]    Mountain Stage       [10]
  4       5 July   Sibiu - Poplaca (circuit) - Slimnic - Sibiu[11]              |[]    Flat Stage           [12]

  : Stage Information

       Cyclist   Team   Time
  ---- --------- ------ ------------
  1    [][][]           17h 13' 48
  2                     + 12"
  3    []               + 19"
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  : Final Classifications

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title: 2015 Sibiu Cycling Tour

question: Besides Adria Mobil, which other 2014 jersey and stage-winning team was expected to compete in the cycling tour?

answer: That information cannot be found.

question: Why did Adria Mobil withdraw from competing?

answer: It is not stated.

question: Why were the previous winners expected to compete again in the 2015 cycling tour?

answer: That information is not known.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article briefly recounts details on the 2015 Sibiu Cycling Tour, which took place between July 1st and July 5th.


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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 are the narrator's kids names?

answer: Sebastian and Estrella.

question: What does the narrator tell his kids when they ask why mommy is leaving?

answer: "She no longer loves us kids."

question: What happens to the narrator as the mother of his children leaves?

answer: Both his kids and his wife, one by one, begin to fade from his memory.

question: Where does the narrator end up?

answer: Lying on the floor, feeling like a shell of a man.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator emotionally recalls the separation of himself from his family. He blames his wife, who he claims is walking out the door simply because things are too difficult for her. He and his kids are both distraught as she walks away. He curses his wife for leaving and tearing apart their family, all of whom fade away from his memory as she disappears.


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***Down towards the bottom, into the deep.***

Down towards the bottom, there laid a man. Impaled by the thought of seeing the man he has become.

Down towards the bottom, a blind man waits for a friend. His friend was killed in '83.

Down towards the bottom, a boy of 16 waits for the train. This train was not for riding.

Down towards the bottom, a wife of a soldier waits by the phone. Her husband died in a car-bombing, yet she is to know.

Down towards the bottom, a middle-aged man scowls. The thought of being with these people disgust him; vice-versa for the others.

Down towards the bottom, a 4 y.o. girl cries. Her favorite plush animal stolen from her hands.

Down towards the bottom, I watch as these people clamber for the chance at a misshapen ray of sunlight, bending its way down from the heavens. Nothing is to stop these people from their way, whether it be something simple (A plush animal) or something harsh (A husband gone away).

Down towards the bottom, I see the mercy of the light come down, illuminating the darkness of the bottom. The people come out of their caves, reminded of their old days.

Down towards the bottom, I see the boy being pulled up by a horde of teenagers. The change in face of the boy is drastic. A face of shame goes to surprise, as strangers to himself raise him from the depths of the bottom.

Down towards the bottom, a wife is reminded of something else. A child screams for help, at the mercy of a skinned knee. She is propelled from the bottom, saving the child from infection, as her husband served her nation.

Down towards the bottom, the blind man stands up and climbs the cliffside. The sudden ping of realization giving sight to his life. His friend long passed watches him as he climbs the rocky scale.

Down towards the bottom, a girl is befriended by a man. The girl, as the fun of material possessions leaves her body, grabs the man's suit. The man, as his coattails are pulled, stands up and puts the girl on his shoulder. They hitch a ride on a stray beam of light and it carries them upwards.

Down towards the bottom, a man is uplifted. His wife shows her head from behind a rock, inviting him to dinner. Your son has missed you, she says. I know, says the man.

Down towards the bottom, light makes its way down. projecting more lost souls. These people have different problems, independent from the rest. Soon these people will find their way towards the light, but for now they rest down towards the bottom, into the deep.

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Hi,

I'm MoodyAtom. This is my first time posting in this sub.

I want to tell you a little bit about this story. It is a more story-driven approach to a lecture I was given by my psychologist. I have had depression for most of my life, suicide having been a very real thing. The point of the story is to tell, though cliche, it does get better. The theme is based on the Pearl Jam song "Deep" from their album "Ten".

Also, any critique is welcome. I, according to english teachers and psychologists I've had, have always said I'm a good writer, but I would like input from actual writers.

Thank you!

*MoodyAtom*.

title: Down towards the bottom, into the deep. - Please critique.

question: What is the story about?

answer: It's about people in desperate situations finding something to hold onto, even if it seems small.

question: What happens to the lonely wife?

answer: Her husband dies in war, but she finds hope in focusing on her small child.

question: What happens to the little girl?

answer: Her toy is stolen, but later, a man makes her happy by playing with her and putting her on his shoulder.

question: What is the inspiration for the title?

answer: A song by Pearl Jam called Deep.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The text is a short story about ordinary people in desperate situations who, at long last, manage to find something to hold onto, to continue their life.


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He came around, blood dripping from a halo of dyed black hair, and the first thing his mother asked was if he had seen God.

“Did you see him boy? Did you see our Holy Father? I bet he gave you a talking to!” she yelled over the sound of the siren.

The ambulance hit a bump on the road, almost concealing the slight shake of his head that she didn’t notice. He tried to sit up but I gently pushed him down and told him to relax, while I redressed the bandages around his head. I watched his gaze travel to the landscape beyond the window glass that flashed between black and scorching red. His eyes seemed empty, hollow, like a dead man’s. He should be dead – that’s what a bullet to the head does, right?

“You’re a fool, you deserve to go to hell for this,” his mother said. Her nervous eyes glanced back and forth and a silver cross hung from a chain around her neck. She began ruffling through the pages of the bible that she had wasted precious to run and get before letting the ambulance leave. Stray verses and words were mumbled to no one in particular.

He didn’t look at her, or at me, or at the barely noticeable bloodstains in his black tee shirt. He just kept looking outside.

“So what did God say to you? Did he give you a glimpse of Hell? Suicide is a holy sin, you know that,” the woman continued unceasingly.

“Ma’am…” I said softly, but she ignored me.

“You’ll end up in a gutter somewhere with no one but God one day, and you better hope he sees a prodigal son in you,” she said.

His lips moved but no sound came out. He kept his eyes averted, straight out of that window. He tried again, and this time I held up a hand to quiet his mother, who finally took the hint that he had something to say. The first noise was a rough cough, but then words came, barely audible over the wail of the siren.

“There is no God… no God,” he said.

His mother, for the first time that night, appeared speechless, but only for a moment.

“Of course there is, don’t be stupid.”

“No.” He was more forceful the second time. “First there was pain, then darkness, but there was no God, no heavenly lights or flaming depths. There was only Death.”

That time she was struck dumb for real. He took advantage and kept going, his voice getting stronger with each word.

“I looked into the face of Death and saw him for who he is. There were no skulls or sickles, just… his eyes, they…” The boy broke off, unable to describe his vision, although his own eyes showed it all, even as they gazed beyond what the rest of us could see. Neither his mother nor I spoke until he went on.

“He asked me the same question he asks every person who comes to him; why did I deserve a second chance? What made me so special? I told him I wanted to die, that I did this on purpose. He looked at me with those eyes and told me I had to learn to live before I could die, and he sent me back.”

Silence filled the ambulance, and it took me several minutes to realize I had duties to perform, and quickly began running checks and applying fresh bandages. As I checked his blood pressure, he looked at me, and I saw that something had filled in those empty eyes. I knew it and he knew it; he was going to be okay.

title: Ambulance

question: Why is the boy bleeding?

answer: He shot himself in the head.

question: What does the boy's mother believe he deserves to go to hell for?

answer: The boy attempted to commit suicide.

question: Who is narrating the story?

answer: A medical professional aboard the ambulance.

question: Describe the vision the boy saw.

answer: The boy sees Death, and his attention is drawn to Death's eyes. Death asks him why he deserves a second chance, and the boy says he wanted to die. Death tells the boy he has to learn to live before he can die.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: After a suicide attempt, a boy is riding in an ambulance with his mother. She asks him if he saw God, and the boy responds that he saw Death. Death told him he has to learn to live before he can die and thus sent him back.


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_by Amit Vasanji, Ph.D., and Brett A. Hoover_

The addition of imaging to a clinical trial, regardless of the therapeutic area, indication or treatment, creates a layer of complexity and produces new regulatory and workflow compliance challenges. A given trial can have any number of images from a variety of modalities that require review by clinical expert readers (e.g., radiologists, pathologists, dermatologists, cardiologists), typically at multiple sites. The more variables present, the more opportunities exist for error(s), compliance mis-steps and subjective ― often biased ― data.

Fortunately, technology exists to help guide the imaging evaluation process. For example, image analysis software can be implemented to direct and guide a reader through the analysis of each imaging time point and even pre-process and segment anatomical structures of interest in lock-step with the study’s imaging charter and Independent Review Manual (IRM). This minimizes protocol deviations and ensures that each reader’s unique bias does not creep into the trial’s imaging analysis process by focusing the reader on targeted endpoints whose workflows are outlined in the trial-specific IRM. Software-guided reads are becoming an important part of trial design and the development of the trial’s IRM to help ensure all images are read uniformly and consistently, minimizing inter-/intra-reader variability and the potential for imaging-related queries. Simply stated, image analysis software brings myriad benefits to clinical studies, including accuracy, consistency, adaptability and compliance.

[IMAGING ANALYSIS SOFTWARE HAS TANGIBLE BENEFITS]

ACCURACY & CONSISTENCY

By designing an IRM that includes software-guided reads tailored to the trial’s imaging charter, trial leaders help enable and protect the accuracy and reproducibility (i.e., quality) of imaging endpoint data. Image readers are prompted by the software when exams are ready to be read – each reader interfacing with the software, imaging exams, and measurement and viewing tools within a unified imaging management system. And, the software requires the reader to comply with the IRM’s workflow – minimizing the introduction of reader-specific bias and unintended protocol deviations. As image observations and measurements are completed, the software captures each read (i.e., automated eCRF field population and corresponding image measurement overlays), providing a clear audit trail, eliminating eCRF transcription errors, and reducing data queries to accelerate database lock at study completion.

ADAPTABILITY

Very few trials run entirely smoothly. Unexpected challenges always seem to arise, such as the introduction of new or replacement readers. Utilizing image analysis software also facilitates the transition to or introduction of new clinical expert readers into the imaging evaluation process, while minimizing any potentially negative impact this might have on final data quality and consistency. And, if the new reader makes an error, the software helps identify, document and correct the anomaly ― and signal if additional IRM training and/or image evaluation workflow adjustments may be required. Software that tracks reader assessments can provide real-time rates of discordance and can be particularly helpful for studies with batched reads.

COMPLIANCE

While urging trial sponsors to incorporate more rigorous, controlled imaging methods and objectives into their studies, the FDA and other regulators want to see consistency and objectivity in every facets of every clinical trial. Consistent image acquisition, processing and evaluation processes are not only important for ensuring imaging endpoint data quality, objectivity and reproducibility, they’re  also crucial for meeting regulatory standards for obtaining marketing approval. Surprisingly, many trials conducted today often have little or no traceability for imaging-related measurements. For example, reader delineation of a tumor on a lung CT is often not saved and documented. This prevents a sponsor or monitor from auditing the read consistency. More importantly, not being able to visually recall prior measurements in a longitudinal study prohibits accurate assessment of therapeutic efficacy.

Clinical trial sponsors need not worry about meeting regulators’ increasing requests for imaging data in their clinical development programs. By leveraging today’s advanced image analysis software solutions, sponsors can overcome the challenges of traditional clinical trial imaging approaches, position their trials for success and accelerate new product development.

_Amit Vasanji, Ph.D. is Chief Technology Officer, Imaging at ERT_

_Brett A. Hoover is Product Management, Imaging at ERT_

question: What makes it so difficult to evaluate images in a clinical trial?

answer: A clinical trial often requires the evaluation of a number of images taken from different vantage points. These must be evaluated by a number of experts, many of whom are at different sites. The more variables they have to evaluate, the more likely it is that they will make a mistake.

question: How can we improve the efficacy of the evaluation process?

answer: We can install image analysis software to direct and guide the reader through the analysis of each image. This minimizes protocol deviations and ensures that each reader’s unique bias does not creep into the trial’s imaging analysis. it ensures that the images are uniformly and consistently read, minimizing variability and accuracy, consistency, adaptability and compliance.


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The OONCHI MOSQUE, or OONCHI MASJID (Punjabi, , _“High Mosque”_) is a Mughal-era mosque located along the Hakiman Bazaar, near the Bhati Gate which leads into the Walled City of Lahore, in Pakistan. The mosque may date from the reign of the Emperor Akbar. It has been extensively renovated throughout its history, resulting in little of the original mosque's decorative elements being preserved.

Background

The mosque's name means “High Mosque,” and refers to the fact that the mosque was built upon a high platform.[1] Unlike the grand Mughal mosques such as Wazir Khan Mosque and Badshahi Mosque, no inscription exists which signifies the year of the mosque's construction.

History

The mosque is often said to date from the reign of Akbar, however, evidence also suggest that the mosque may have been built later, during the reign of Aurangzeb.[2]

It is said that the spiritual master of the great Punjabi poet and Sufi saint, Baba Bulleh Shah, Shah Inayat Qadiri, was Imam of the mosque.[3] Mulla Abdul Qadir Badayuni mentions in his writing the mosque as a platform during the reign of Akbar.[4]

The mosque has been ascribed to a _mashki_ - a water carrier. A tughra was once located on the mosque's outer gate which read:

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Architecture

The mosque features three archways and a small ablution pool for the performance of the Islamic ritual washing.[6] Two niches along the mosque's western wall bear Quranic verses, while a third bears the name of Abul Fateh Jalal-ud-Din Muhammad Akbar Badshah Ghazi.[7]

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title: Oonchi Mosque

question: What distinguishes the Oonchi Mosque from other grand Mughal mosques?

answer: A lack of inscription with the date of construction

question: What is a tughra?

answer: This article lacks sufficient information to answer

question: How many archways does the mosque boast?

answer: Three

question: What holy book do the murals quote?

answer: The Quran

question: Who reigned first: Akbar or Aurangzeb?

answer: Akbar

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses the Oonchi Mosque in Pakistan. It covers details such as its history, features, and location. The etymology of the name is also given.


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I usually am never in libraries. They are one of those things you like from a distance, you applaud increased funding for them and wish people would visit them more often. But it never really comes up to visit one yourself. I have the internet, I have movie rental stores, and there is a Barnes and Noble at the mall a mile away.
Today however I had gathered my courage and renewed my long-expired library card. I had gone back and forth several times over the purchase of a book at the store and had ultimately decided if it wasn't at the library then I would just suck it up and spend the sixty dollars to buy it; one of those auto repair manuals that tells you everything you'd ever want to know about fixing your car yourself.
It wasn't there.
But while I was at it I thought I'd spend a few moments browsing the different sections. I didn't want to just walk in and walk out, that would look strange, I'd decided. The longer I stayed, the more I felt weird getting a library card and not checking out a book. I kicked myself for not checking to see if the book was in first.
I had somehow managed to find myself in the Spirituality section and was amusing myself with the titles and content when I noticed a large gray book.
It was titled, "The Doldrums".
The binding was cracking slightly as I opened the first page, the book obviously hadn't been opened in a long time. There was no copyright information on the first page, so I wasn't able to see how old the book was, but it certainly had the appearance of some dusty, ancient tome.
On the first page which held writing was simply written: "Turn this page, evolvere telam."

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I had chosen my book and made my way home. The librarian had given me a look as I handed her the large gray thing. I asked her if she knew what language was on that aforementioned page, she disinterestedly said she hadn't known and sent me on my way.
Upon entering my apartment I immediately plunked myself down in my favorite... well only chair and gingerly opened the book back to the first page. I didn't know what came after "Turn the page," but decided to turn it, nonetheless.
The next page didn't have many words either, but what it said made me chuckle a little.
It read:
To Unlock the Doldrums, have a quiet space, a comfortable seat, a mind at peace. Remove distraction. Sit upright. Focus on what follows, clearly, with no break in reading or concentration. If you succeed you will be made. If not, unmade, like your fathers before you.

I read the sentence a few times and couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I hadn't yet turned on any music and I lived alone so I unwittingly had already complied with a lot of these strange rules. I was starting to get hungry and wondered, joking to myself, if I should risk the wrath of the book by trying to eat some dinner while reading this oddity. In the end it was my morbid curiosity that drove me to keep reading without making food. I turned the page and read on.
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At the time I hadn't understood what had happened to me. I had, however, read through the night, and another day, and another night, until finally finishing the 1,123 page book at 8:13am the following morning. I hadn't had so much as a sip of water or had even a brief nap. I laid the book down, went and got a drink and then slept 21 hours.
I awoke and went to prepare something to eat. There was nothing in my kitchen that seemed remotely desirable, however. I had never really cared about eating boxed or frozen meals before but suddenly they turned my stomach. I craved fresh fruit, meat, and vegetables. I didn't know how to cook but I was determined to try and prepare something from scratch.
Going to my car, I felt almost in a daze. My head was tingling and my body felt different somehow. I sat in my vehicle for 34 minutes before starting it. Time seemed to just not exist in the same way. It didn't bother me.
Driving to the store I noticed much more than I normally did. I knew when the lights would turn green. I knew what happened internally in my vehicle when I pressed the accelerator. I even seemed to know when other cars would change lanes and certain other actions before they did them.
I entered the store and picked out an expensive cut of beef and a few other things I didn't have at home. I normally buy cheaply to save money but I wasn't concerned with how much I spent, I had the feeling like I'd be able to get as much money as I'd need whenever I needed it.
The checkout woman looked at me strangely, but I'd barely noticed her, though she was very pretty. She spoke to me, "Are you ok sir?"
I said "I am fine."
At the time I didn't understand why simply speaking would destroy everything around me in a 34 block radius, but that wasn't the strangest thing that would take place.
I learned from my mistake in that instant and knew then how to speak without destroying, but not yet to create. I had a brief desire to rule the world and fix the problems of man that I now understood, then the next moment I realized that free will would have to be removed which is too great a price.
I knew I couldn't exist on this world anymore or humanity would attempt to use me for selfish gain. I transported myself far enough away that no vessel the humans would ever invent would be able to reach me.
It had been a full minute since the shop incident and I finally now learned creation.
I decided not to use it. Creating beings with free will would inevitably lead to betrayal. I was not yet a strong enough being to handle such a thing. I could make a sterile, robotic world, with creatures that dance to the tune I play. But there is no point, or lesson, or glory in that.
I wouldn't create. Though I had learned how.
I can't learn, for I know all.
I can't wait, for there is nothing new that will happen.
The realization came over me that only one end was inevitable, and I decided on it.
I am.

title: [SF] The Doldrums

question: What does the story say about returning late books?

question: Why is the narrator almost never in libraries?

answer: The narrator is rarely in libraries because he has strong opinions about them. He thinks libraries are one of those things a person likes from a distance but never makes time to visit. The narrator feels that since he has the internet, movie rental stores, and a Barnes and Noble at the mall, there is no need for him to go to the library. He also thinks that getting a library card, spending time in the library, and not checking out a book would look strange.

question: How did the narrator end up borrowing the book, "The Doldrums"?

answer: The narrator wanted to buy a book (about DIY car repair) at the store, but it cost $60 and he kept going back and forth on his decision. He decided that he should check if he could borrow the book from the library first, and if it wasn't available, suck it up and purchase the book. Unfortunately, the library didn't have the book he was looking for, and since he thought it was odd not to check out a book, he wandered a bit and ended up in the Spiritually section. Here, the narrator saw the large gray book entitled "The Doldrums".

question: Summarize what happened to the narrator when he read the book?

answer: The narrator was amused at the book's instructions (find a quiet spot, remove distractions, focus, etc.) at first but realized he was able to comply with all of them because he lived alone. The narrator read through the night and an entire day, finally finishing the book at 8:13 am the next day. He did not eat, drink, or sleep, and ended up sleeping for 21 hours after putting the book down and getting a drink. The narrator felt strange after waking up. He learned he possessed god-like powers to create and destroy the world.


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The scene replays in my head every time a stranger makes eye contact. My brother, hot and sweating in my arms, a whole village standing on the other side of the door. Those harsh, inconsiderate words: “I’m sorry boy, he’s met his fate. There’s nothing we can do for you here. There’s a road right behind you that will take you need to go. Home.” My cheeks flush, I can feel the heat from my anger and the tension in my body as I remember the door slamming in my face. The shock of having a sick child rejected. My body goes numb and I fall to my knees. I must have been crying over my small, helpless brother for a few hours before I stood again. I felt that my knees were working against me. My whole body said “Stay here and hold him longer- He needs this.” I stood and stared and the wooden gate one last time. As my resolve built, my fingertips dug into my brothers’ arms and I re-situated him for the two day journey home.
The doctor had told us that this was the only village with the proper ingredients for the illness. Now, (not that I was aware of this at the time) I was to carry the illness back with me. Somehow I wound up immune. Llerg blessed me in physique and health. So I was not to be a part of the following months of terror. Whole families- deceased overnight. My family forced to leave after a mere three days. The illness swept through the town like a flood and although my brothers’ heart stopped before we hit the village wall and I buried him a day out, I carried the sickness into the village walls.
	I grew up in a small village with others like me. We helped each other, we listened to one another, and we were honest with each other. I was to find out during my travels that the dwellers of said village had in fact, had the necessary remedy. I was just too large to trust. How were they to know that they were safe in my company? I could have bitten off every one of their heads within minutes. Now, after my brothers’ death- I may. I was taught throughout my childhood that if another needed help- you help. Out among people other than my own- I’m finding that getting over on the other, Keeping your head down and your hands quick seems to be the way to get by. There’s no sense of humanity. Just a lot of filthy bastards running around. Wondering how in the hell to make it through the day- doing better than the other man.
	My family lost the shop. We sold family crafted weapons made from the best materials in our half of the world. I’ve been watching and helping my parents run the shop since I can remember. We lost my childhood home. We had to start a new life in a new nearby village where nobody trusted us. “Outsiders!” They would mutter, and then spit on the ground when we passed. My mother became sullen. A beautiful, radiant woman, turned into the shell she’s now become.
	On our Table, there is a flower my mother insisted on bringing with us before we left our home. Her eyes would glint while replaying some foreign, fond memory of our past. It was the only thing that could get her eyes to smile- even if her face never followed suit. I could tell because her eyes would blankly graze across the room and then suddenly cut back to the bluest of flowers in a dank and mundane home. It was her link to a life she once lived as a respected woman. With two beautiful sons. In a town where people saw her.
My parents were arguing over dinner one evening about coin and food. “How the hell am I supposed to get work in a town where nobody has an eye for a trained blacksmith!” he shouted. His voice boomed, he was upset, his words cut. It was the first time I had ever seen him act out in anger towards my mother. To illustrate his point, he swept his large arm across the table and shattered the vase my mothers’ flower was in. What little life she had left in her eyes vanished as she silently started to weep.
My family is broken.
My brother is gone.
	This is why I left to become a hired hand. I protect and kill for coin. I left as soon as the sun went down the next evening. I never said goodbye, because no matter how badly my family hurt for coin- they would never approve of me exploiting my size and strength as a means to make a living harming others. Half of what I make goes home. The other half funds what little supplies I need for the road. I’m sure they know where the coin is coming from- But, who wouldn’t put their moral code aside for ones’ family.

title: [FN] Elliyio- Backstory for DnD!!

question: What does the story say about the narrator's childhood?

answer: The narrator grew up in a small village and was taught to help those in need. They have been helping their parents run a shop since they can remember, but their family lost the shop. They had to move to a nearby village, but nobody trusted them there. Their family was broken, their brother died, and the narrator left to become protector and killer for money.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's relationship with their brother?

answer: The narrator often recalls their little brother who died years ago from a sickness that killed many people from their village. The doctors could not help their brother. The narrator was desperate when he died.

question: What does the story say about the people the narrator kills?


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EDWARD JENNER SCHOOL, also known as EDWARD JENNER ELEMENTARY ACADEMY OF THE ARTS , was a public PK-8 school located in the Cabrini-Green area of the Near North Side, Chicago, Illinois, United States. Named after Edward Jenner, The school was opened and operated by the Chicago Public Schools (CPS). Jenner merged with Ogden International School in September 2018. The campus is now Ogden International–Jenner which serves grades Pre–K, 5th through 8th.

Background

Student body, performance, and culture

In 2016, 98% of the 239 students at Jenner were African-American; almost all lived in low-income households.[1] All but two of the students were black and about 33% were homeless in 2013. As of that year, some students lived in newer housing developments that accepted former residents of Cabrini-Green while others lived in the remaining Cabrini-Green row-houses.[2] Before the City of Chicago installed a Lighthouse academic program for low-performing students around the year 2000, 15% of Jenner students met the national average in performance in mathematics, and 14% did so in reading. After the program was installed, these assessments jumped to 29% and 21%.[3]

Jenner teacher Mathias J. Schergen stated that, as in Cabrini-Green itself, students at Jenner were bound to one another through extended familial and “godcousin” relationships and that the school and wider area had a symbiotic relationship.[4] Schergen, who gave himself the nickname “Mr. Spider” when he began teaching at Jenner in 1993, taught art at the school for 22 years, retiring in 2015.[5][6][7] By 2000, Schergen had turned a classroom in the former Jenner building, about to be replaced by the current building, into a museum.[8] Later, he received a Gold Apple Award for his teaching.[9]

History

Edward Jenner School opened in 1944 with a majority student body made up of Italian migrants. In January and April 1966,[10] African-American parents boycotted the school in order to remove the white principal, Mildred Chuchut of Jenner.[11] Due to this boycott, Chicago Public Schools transferred her to Stowe Elementary school on August 10, 1966.[12][13][14]

Dantrell Davis, Cabrini–Green and violence

Don Terry of _The New York Times_ wrote that the school's atmosphere deteriorated after the October 9, 1992 shooting death of Jenner student Dantrell Davis, age 7. Davis was walking to school when he died. From March to October of that year three students, including Davis, were fatally shot within blocks of Jenner.[15] The school had 570 students during the 1997–1998 school year.[16] That year the playground was in such a poor condition that children could not use it, and violent acts occurred in the vicinity of the school.[17] In 1997, the Chief Executive Officer of the school district, Paul Vallas, stated that he may move students from the school building to another temporary location for safety reasons; 7th and 8th grade students had witnessed a fatal shooting in September of that year.[18]

Enrollment decline and new campus

In August 1966, the school had 2,523 students.[19] At that time, it was Chicago's largest elementary school.[20] During the 1970–1971 school year, Jenner had 1,920 students. 25 years later, during the 1996–1997 school year the school had 625 students.[21] Jenner's current campus opened in 2000. At the time of its new campus opening, Enrollment had declined due to the rapid demolition of the Cabrini-Green public housing complex where majority of its student population resided.[22] The campus occupies the block that held the previous campus.[23] The building has 29 classrooms, a gymnasium, a science laboratory, a math lab, art rooms, and music rooms.[24] Its building capacity is 1,060.[25]

Merges with Byrd and Schiller schools

Jenner's attendance boundary extended due to the closing of another grade school located within Cabrini-Green, Byrd Elementary School, in 2004.[26] The school later received students from another Cabrini-area school, Schiller Elementary School when it closed in 2009.[27] Incidents of violence at the school increased after merges with Byrd and Schiller schools due to placements of rival gang members together.[28]

In 2007, the Jenner had about 600 students, and about 33% of students passed mathematics, readings, and science standardized tests administered by the state of Illinois. That year Steven Drummond of _Education Week_ stated that while Jenner was still surrounded by poverty, violence “is not as prevalent as it once was”.[29] Mina Bloom of _DNA Info_ wrote that Jenner had improved safety-wise since the appointment of principal Robert Croston, who received his degree from Harvard University.[30] In 2015, Maureen Kelleher of _Catalyst Chicago_, a sister publication of the _Chicago Reporter_, stated that “safety has become less of a concern” due to gentrification of the area.[31]

Proposed merger with Manierre, later enrollment and merger into Ogden

During the 2012-2013 school year, the school had 329 students.[32] That year, CPS considered closing Jenner, but instead decided to close Manierre School and merge its student population into that of Jenner.[33] Manierre is in “Sedville”, a gang territory area in Old Town.[34] Concerns involving students crossing gang territorial lines meant that both schools remained open.[35]

In 2015, Robert Croston, the principal of Jenner, and the principal of Ogden International School, a K–12 institution with an elementary campus in the Gold Coast and a secondary campus in West Town, proposed merging their schools; Ogden was overcrowded while Jenner was under-enrollment and was threatened with closure. Some parents approved of the merger, while others opposed it.[36][37] At first the merger proposal was canceled as there was not enough time left to get it accomplished for the 2015-2016 school year,[38] and aside from the opposition of some parents, the CPS had what David Matthews of _DNA Info_ referred to as “lukewarm support”.[39] CPS head Janice Jackson had stated that there was not enough “due diligence” done in order for the merger to go through.[40]

The enrollment at Jenner was 239 by 2016 and considered by the district extremely under-enrolled.[41] In August of that year the discussions on how to merge the schools resumed,[42] and in December of that year CPS confirmed that the process of merging the schools would begin.[43] The CPS board voted unanimously for the merger in February 2018, and the merger took place in September 2018.[44]

Feeder patterns

Students zoned to Jenner for K-8 were zoned to either Wells Community Academy High School or Lincoln Park High School for senior high.[45][46]

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[14] Lyons, John F. _Teachers and Reform: Chicago Public Education, 1929-1970_ (Volume 253 of Working class in American history). University of Illinois Press, 2008. , 9780252032721. p. 183: [...]increasingly the conflicts revolved around the removal of white principals from black schools.[...]"

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title: Edward Jenner School

question: What school did the Edward Jenner School merge with in 2018?

answer: The Edward Jenner School merged with Ogden International School in September 2018.

question: What are the demographics of the Edward Jenner School?

answer: In 2016, 98% of the students at the Edward Jenner School were African-American.

question: When was the Edward Jenner School founded?

answer: The Edward Jenner School was opening in 1944.

question: What is the size of the endowment of the Edward Jenner School?

answer: Not answered.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article details the history of the Edward Jenner School, a public PK-8 school located in the Cabrini-Green area of Chicago, Illinois. It was opened in 1944, and was merged with the Ogden International School in September 2018.