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	When I was a boy, my family and I lived at the end of a long, dusty street. Adjacent to our house was a small school, but other than the school, my street was empty. We were surrounded on the remaining three sides by fallow farm-fields. They may have once been cultivated, but were the domain of wild mustard plants and purple-crowned thistles now. To the southeast, across one such field, was the playground of my youth: the canal. It was fairly wide and deep, and throughout most of the year, dry as a bone. Spanning the canal was a bridge built from rusty, fifty gallon drums and thick, rough timbers; held together by some farmer’s ingenuity and a good measure of luck. Whenever the canal was full, the bridge became our diving platform, and when the canal was empty, an excellent place to tie ropes for makeshift swings. This canal, dusty and dirty, was the place of childhood adventures for me. As I was alone on my street, the canal became the place to meet up with kids from the surrounding neighborhoods, and invariably, a place of excitement, trouble, and mischief. A fickle mistress was the canal of my youth; sometimes giving, sometimes taking. This story pertains to the latter; a story of loss and defeat for boy of seven: the day I lost my pants (to the canal).

	It was not an unusual day; it started like any other lazy weekend; breakfast, cartoons, and out the door. I grabbed my trusty BMX bike, and set forth in search of excitement. Now, in those days, bicycle chain-guards were considered a sign of weakness for a kid: a sign of fear. If you were cool, and brave, the chain-guard had to go, and so, mine did. The only problem with this arrangement was the high likelihood of getting your trouser cuff stuck between chain and sprocket. In order to overcome this threat, we had learned to tuck the end of our pant leg into our socks. While this set up was fine for new socks, overtime, tragically, elastic loses its stretch.

	I set off across one of the many well-worn dirt paths that crisscrossed the field heading to the canal. As occasionally happened, no boys my age were there. Some older boys, around eleven or twelve, were riding up and down the dry banks of the canal and making quite a commotion. When you are seven, twelve-year olds are, hierarchically speaking, the top of the pre-pubescent social structure; practically grownups, and as such, usually given wide berth. Normally I would have ridden on in search of greener pastures, but that day, for some reason, I did not. Something about the way they were carrying on drew me in, so I rode up to the bank to take a good look at the source of the excitement.

	What I saw that day blew my mind. Those older boys had made an earthen ramp along the dry bed of the canal and were racing down the banks and launching themselves into the air with abandon. I mean, we had made ramps before, but usually they were just a piece of plywood nailed to a couple two by fours; but this, this was a monster. The ramp stood at least a foot tall, maybe eighteen inches; a mighty rampart from which the boys could demonstrate their mastery of bicycle aeronautics.

	I was in awe, but I was not a fool. I wanted to jump this ramp, heck, I needed to jump this ramp, but I would have to bide my time. You just do not cut in on older kids: they would not have it. So I tooled around off at a distance; entertaining myself by riding up and down the banks of the canal. When the older boys got bored and rode on, I finally had my chance.

	I rode up to the top of the canal bank where the boys had queued up for their turns at the jump. Once in position, I made some pre-flight assessments; bike was mechanically sound, pathway to the ramp appeared clear of debris, wind speed was nominal – I gave myself the green light for go! With a push and a kick, I launched down the embankment towards my goal. This was going to be awesome! Like a madman, I peddled - I burned rubber - as we used to say, and my speed increased exponentially. A bit of turbulence shivered through my handlebars, but I compensated; canal banks are never perfect runways after all. Blazing down the bank I cut left to align myself with the basin and put the ramp squarely in my sights: this was going to happen.

	Just as my front tire began its ascent up the short runway of the ramp, a thought entered my mind. And you know its funny how time seems to slow down in times of extreme adrenaline rushes. Although that thought could have only taken a millisecond, it seemed an eternity: “was my pant leg tucked in?” Ascending the ramp my mind flashed back to my pre-flight checklist; pant leg cuff check was missing. A cold tremor of apprehension ran down my spine, but it was too late to turn back. My front tire broke the event horizon at the lip of the ramp: I was committed now. As I lifted off and my rear tire broke free of gravity's stubborn embrace, my fears came to fruition. The frightening, unmistakable sensation of jeans being inexorably bound up in a matrix of sprockets gears and chain links crept up my leg. As my pants became further entangled, my foot was pulled from the pedal and cinched, as if trapped in the jaws of a vice, against the side of the sprocket. The dawning realization that I just might not make it out of this began to creep into my mind.

	Now ordinarily, I might have pulled through, but my velocity was too great; my trajectory through the atmosphere too high; I was going to come down hard, and a landing like this requires all feet firmly astride their peddles. Like Icarus, I had flown too high, but it was not the Sun that was my undoing, it was the canal. My dear, sweet canal; jealous of my high flying act, she beckoned me back down; back to the realm of mud and rocks and weeds.

	For a brief moment, I thought I might make it, but I couldn’t accommodate the balancing act required to deal with so much force. With my foot trapped in my chains steely embrace, I was doomed, and came over hard on my trapped leg. Like a flexible green twig pulled back and released, my upper body swung downward with a vengeance. Thwack! The ground hit me, and the wind was violently punched from my lungs. I can still vividly recall sliding across the dirt clods and pebbles on my chest that day; dust and grit flying in my mouth and eyes, and slowly grinding to a crumpled, broken stop.

	As my head cleared, and the breath slowly returned to my laboring lungs, I ran a post crash assessment of my injuries. Dirt and scratches covered forearms, elbows, chin, chest, right thigh and knee. Only my left leg had escaped the carnage, riding out the crash over the top of my bike. As I tried to pull myself free of my bicycle, I became fully aware of the extent of my problems. Never before had I seen so much pant leg trapped in a chain before. I laid there for what seemed forever; salty tears making little muddy tracks down my face; pulling and pulling to free my pants, but to no avail. I realized then, that only one course of action was going to free me; I was going to have to kick off my shoes and pull my leg free of my pants if I was ever going to see home again.

	Perhaps it was my imagination, or the ringing my head had taken upon impact, but I could almost sense a soft laughter coming up from the earth. The canal was mocking me. I lay there desperate, hurting, and the canal was taunting me.

	I walked the walk of shame that day, as I pushed my bike home in my drawers, pants trailing behind, still wound up in my bicycle’s chain. Maybe you’ve trudged down this path too. The walk of shame, no matter its length, is a long, hard walk. This battle had been fought with all I had, and I had lost. Regardless of the fact that my pants went home with me that day, I knew in my heart of hearts, those pants belonged to the canal. In spite of the selfishness of the canal that day, looking back, I snatched a small victory from the jaws of this defeat: a rite of passage. I learned that life isn’t fair, and you can lose your pants if you’re not careful. I may not have become a man that day, but I was certainly less of a boy.

title: The Day I Lost My Pants

question: What was the place of childhood adventures for the narrator?

answer: The canal

question: What does the canal represent for the narrator?

answer: a source of nostalgia and excitement

question: Why did the narrator have to do a walk of shame?

answer: He had no pants on because they ripped on his bike crash

question: How old is the narrator when describing the main event of the story?

answer: 7 years old

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator recounts a memory of his when he was seven years old and when he lost his pants to the canal. The narrator tripped on his bike ride in the canal and ripped his pants right off.


split: train

text:
What would you do if you were an armed robber? That's something Jason had to ask himself weeks before his first armed robbery. It was executed brilliantly. He did it at a local convenience store he frequented quite often. He knew the hours--knew when the shift changes were--knew when it was least busy. Four in the morning, The night shift wasn't ready to end quite yet, but he was getting bored behind the counter, playing on his phone as always.

You see, Jason was a regular customer, sure. But, (and this is important) he remained virtually unnoticed by the staff. He'd come in often, during different shifts, and buy a different item each time. Maybe, he'd buy a Slim Jim one day and a soda the next, then a pack of gum, or some cigarettes (he didn't really smoke, but it might throw them off if they had recognized him).

He watched them, mostly. He'd be in and out really quick so they wouldn't catch on, but he'd sit in his car and watch them sometimes from across the street. He knew that at around four in the morning, anybody who did the late shift would be distracted.

He'd bought a gun; he didn't plan on actually shooting it, but he'd bought it because it was real. It was real and something he knew they'd be afraid of. He'd sat in his car for a good thirty minutes, telling himself how he needed the money. Medical bills don't pay themselves, you know, no matter how much you wish they would, they just don't. And food, he needed food, didn't he? He'd put the gun in his mouth for sure. As soon as he'd bought it and got home, it was the first thing he did.

He thought, "If I shoot my head off, my family won't be able to have an open casket funeral," so he aimed at his heart. He couldn't, though. He couldn't pull the trigger. So, here he was, gun pointed at the cashier, a man who works the late shift (and probably hates it), just so he can afford food. He might have a family, Jason didn't know. For all Jason knew, this man could be an alcoholic, but he always smiled at Jason when he checked his things out.

"Get the money and leave," it was the only thought in Jason's head when he held that gun, just "get the money and leave." He got the money, and he left. What was next? What was left after that? He had money, not enough, but enough. He couldn't pay off his bills, but he could stall for a little while. Where would he go next, though? He'd tried to avoid the question.

He couldn't get past what he'd done. That man had begged for his life. The fear in his eyes was enough to bring Jason to tears right there, but he didn't cry--not until he'd gotten home. "This is it," he'd thought to himself, "I've gone as low as any man can go. I've threatened to take someone's life for something so simple as money. I've nowhere left to go."

What would you do? He knew the answer before he'd even bought the gun--before he'd ever pulled the trigger. He knew how it would end.

title: What to Do

question: How does the story end?

answer: The protagonist kills himself.

question: Why is the protagonist able to rob the store even though they are a regular?

answer: They make sure to make their behavior irregular so the staff does not catch on.

question: Why does Jason feel depressed at the end of the story?

answer: He threatened a man's life for nothing but money.

question: What does Jason memorize before doing the deed?

answer: The shift changes in the convenience store.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The story is about a man who commits an armed robbery at a convenience store he knows well, and then feels so bad about it afterwards he commits suicide.


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BERLIN (Reuters) - U.S. President Donald Trump’s policy decisions are going in “a totally wrong direction,” German Economy Minister Brigitte Zypries said in a newspaper interview on Wednesday, warning that protectionism would cost growth and jobs in both economies.

Brigitte Zypries (L), German Parliamentary State Secretary at the Federal Ministry for Economic Affairs and Energy, and German Finance Minister Wolfgang Schaeuble (R) attend a Franco-German Economic and Financial Council meeting at the Bercy Finance Ministry in Paris, France, February 9, 2016. REUTERS/Charles Platiau

Germany is one of the world’s leading trading nations, with exports accounting for some 45 percent of its gross domestic product. The United States became Germany’s top trading partner in 2015, overtaking France for the first time since 1961.

Asked about Trump’s first policy decisions since the new American president took office, Zypries told Bild newspaper: “What we are witnessing over the past 10 days is alarming and irritating. This is going in a totally wrong direction.”

Zypries pointed out that only 10 percent of German exports were going to the United States while 60 percent went to other European countries.

But a protectionist U.S. trade policy would still be “bad for the German economy and therefore also for jobs”, she added.

Asked about how the German government was planning to react, the minister said: “We have to talk, talk, talk. Such a isolationist policy, which Donald Trump apparently plans to implement, is hurting all sides - also the American economy.”

Zypries noted that some of the trade measures which Trump announced before taking office were violating the basic rules of the World Trade Organisation (WTO), without elaborating.

The minister also said that a protectionist trade policy would have negative consequences for U.S. citizens since also companies on American soil were depended on high-quality, cross-border supply chains.

Her comments came after the head of the BDI industry group said on Tuesday that the German economy would be badly affected if Trump pursued protectionist trade policies.

Trump signed an executive order last week withdrawing the United States from the 12-nation Trans-Pacific Partnership trade deal. He has also threatened to impose a border tax of 35 percent on vehicles German carmakers import to the U.S. market.

On Tuesday, Trump’s top trade adviser, Peter Navarro, stepped up the pressure, accusing Germany of using a “grossly undervalued” euro to gain a competitive advantage.

His remarks drew a rebuff from Chancellor Angela Merkel who said that the euro exchange rate was linked to the European Central Bank’s monetary policy and that the German government had no influence on the ECB’s rate decisions.

Government officials have also suggested that German firms should take advantage of any trade opportunities in Asia and South America created by a more protectionist United States.

Reporting by Michael Nienaber; Editing by Alan Crosby

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question: Who was Germany's top trading partner in 1960?

answer: Presumably the United States.

question: Summarize everything related to Brigitte Zypries.

answer: Brigitte Zypries is the German Economy Minister. She believes that Trump's tendency toward protectionism will cause jobs and economies in the US and Germany to suffer. She also stated that the trade measures Trump announced before assuming office violated the World Trade Organisation's rules.


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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man walked into my hostel. I could see it in him that he was tired, but so were all the travelers that walked El Camino de Santiago.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hay... habi...habitaciones... para alquilar?" He asks, pulling a wallet from his back pocket.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"There are rooms here," I say "but they are not for rent, they are for the pilgrims." I pick up his pack and start to walk down the hall.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm sorry, I'm not a pilgrim." he says following me down the hall.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes you are." I tell him. "You walk El Camino de Santiago."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You don't understand. I'm just hiking- excursionismo." He says.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"No, no, I understand, I have seen many pilgrims, very few like you, but I have seen you before." I tell him as we enter his room. All of the rooms are small and they have two bunked beds. I will let him choose his own when he decides to stay so I set his bag down. "Cafe?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Uh, yes please, thank you." He says. I gesture down the hall towards the kitchen and we walk. He does not say anything so I put the kettle on to boil.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Please sit, it is getting late and other pilgrims will be coming soon, excuse me. I walk to the front hall and open the door and turn on the light. They will know to come inside to sleep and to eat and prepare for tomorrow.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The water is boiling." He calls to me from the kitchen.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Then take it off." I say to him as I walk back into the kitchen. "Do not burn your hand. the handle get quite hot." but it is too late, he drops the kettle spilling the hot water on the ground.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ow, I'm so sorry." he says.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It is no trouble, now I will have clean floors." I smile at him. "Please, run your hand under the tap." I say getting a dishrag from the drawer I bend down to wipe away the water.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"No please," he says, "let me." taking the rag from my hands and a knee.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That is why you are here, and that is why you are a pilgrim." I say.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Excuse me?" he says looking up at me.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I am now a very old man, and I have seen many pilgrims. You are hurt but you will not tend to yourself."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's not that bad." he says, continuing to wipe the floor. the rag and his hands and the water are steaming.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh nieto, I understand. This is why you walk alone on this path. There are those who would walk with you but you think you must be alone." I say, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Now go put your hand under cool water." He stands.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's late, I don't think I should have any coffee." he says wringing out the rag. He hangs it over the edge of the sink.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes, better to turn in, the way is still long for you, for all of us." I say. "I will see you in the morning and then we will have cafe." He turns to leave, "goodnight pilgrim."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Goodnight, abuelo." he says. I walk into the hall and sit in my chair and wait for the rest to come to my hostel, hot and weary they will stay here for the night on El Camino de Santiago.

title: [Flashfiction] El Camino de Santiago

question: What does the text say about the hiker?

answer: The hiker arrives at the hostel very tired, and he doesn't seem to speak much Spanish. He tells the owner that he is just a hiker, not a pilgrim, but the owner asserts that he is a pilgrim. The owner says that the hiker walks alone because he feels he must be alone, but it is unclear if this is how the hiker actually feels.

question: What does the text say about the hostel owner?

answer: The hostel owner evidently doesn't charge people to stay at his hostel, and he claims that the hostel is only for the pilgrims on El Camino de Santiago. We can infer he is a forgiving person since he isn't angry that the hiker spills water on his floor. He is very presumptuous in that he seems to think he knows the hiker better than the hiker knows himself.

question: What does the text say about the town where the hostel is located?


text:
This is a story that I've been working on for about a month now, but have been tossing around as an idea for close to 6 months. This is a short proof of concept/idea section that won't actually be in the full story, but gives a good understanding of what the book truly stands for. The theme of the book is to display why the idea of a superhero would never truly work in today's society, as they and their goals would be corrupted, misinterpreted, and misunderstood. Hope you guys like it, please feel free to leave any feedback (I'm only in high school, so don't expect it to be beautiful).

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As I walked down the street, a lead pipe splattered with blood in my right hand, and a dirty clown mask being carried in my other, I slowly wondered about how many people I had hurt that night. When you pose yourself as something greater than yourself, like a hero, you're much more aware of who you're hurting when you do the things that heroes do. If you stalk a guy because you receive a lead, and find out that he frequently mugs people, and you go to his usual spot and break his nose with a pipe, you're probably not just hurting him. You're probably hurting all the people who depend on him, like his kids, or cancer-ridden mom. You're probably fucking over his entire month because he is too afraid to go outside in fear of you standing outside of his door, ready to pound his brains all over his house wall.

Anyways, after about a minute of walking down the street at around 11 pm, rain pounding the ground like bullets, I quickly realized how big of a mistake it was to be carrying those two things in my hand. I pulled the mask over my face, making sure to fit the strap that fit so snugly over the top of my head just perfectly so that each strap went perfectly on top of my ears. As for the pipe, I pulled out a wet rag and wiped the blood off, and put the weapon inside of the backpack. I threw the rag out in the next trashcan that I walked by.
I decided I was done now, and that I would start heading home. It was getting close to 11:30, and I still had some homework left. Fuck. I started to head for the overpass.

The overpass was the quietest, darkest, and most lonely place in town. I walked under it in complete darkness, and as I walked out, I became a completely different person. While superman had a telephone booth, and batman had a cave, places where they could hide their identities when nobody was looking, the Cleaner had an overpass that he would walk under as the masked man and walk out as a high school junior. The mask went in my bag, and the pipe was shoved further down so that it didn't just awkwardly stick out of my bag. I headed for the car, as the rain began to stop.

As I approached the red Civic, the rain began to pick up again. I threw my bag in the back, and scurried into my seat before I could get drenched. After 3 tries of trying to get the car started, it finally worked. Fuck, I need to get that checked out. I started home, and began to think about the man I had saved earlier that night. Just an innocent guy, probably walking home from work, or a coffee shop, or something like that, only to be confronted by a guy with a gun and a desperate face on. I swooped in with the pipe, swiftly knocking the gun out of the assailant's hands, and throwing him down. The older gentleman, the victim, fell back in shock, to see a guy, about medium build, wearing a black hoodie and a clown mask, wielding a lead pipe. One swipe, and that was it. The assailant stood up in a wobbly fashion, leaving his gun, holding his bloody face a minute later, and quietly whimpered as he walked back into the darkness in which he was so familiar with. I looked at the man, almost expecting something from him, but no, not even a thank you. At least he didn't freak the fuck out like some of the other people.

I pulled into my driveway, trying to be as stealthy as possible. It was about 11:45 by now, and I knew which of my neighbors stayed up this late, so I tried not to alert anybody. I walked in through the side door, locked it, and walked into my kitchen. From there, I could see my mother, passed out on the couch like usual, surrounded by her drugs, her crack, her pot, her heroin, and whatever else she used these days. The amount of poison that she injected and allowed into her body was unfathomable, similar in the sense to letting a cobra bite you once a day. I tiptoed up the stairs, creaking my bedroom door open, and quietly laid down in my bed without turning any of the lights on. I took my backpack, the one full of things and shoved it under my bed, along with my black sweatshirt and pads. Slow night. Easy gig. I was too exhausted to do my homework. I'd do it before class, or something...

It was one of those sleepless nights that night. Not just a sleepless night, but one of those. Yeah, shit. The nights where you were tired enough to the point where you felt like you could just go to sleep but had too much on your mind to even try and relax. Sean, I thought. That fucking guy. That asshole. He can't do anything right. No, I'm not thinking about that tonight. Relax. The night is over. That mask isn't on anymore. You took it off, remember? Yeah, now take it easy, and focus on getting some rest.

But no. That mask wasn't off. Maybe the physical mask, the mask that I slipped over my face so comfortably, but not the one that represented the Cleaner. When you start to become a superhero, you wake up every morning as you, and then you put on a mask and go save the world somewhere else. But over time, that doesn't happen. You become that superhero, no, he INHABITS you, like a parasite, until it gets to the point where you aren't waking up as yourself and putting on his mask. You're waking up as him and putting on the mask of your own face. I thought about all the people I hurt, but it was all in good health. But was it really? Sometimes I really don't think that there are heroes in this world. Only villains with good morals.

As I thought these thoughts, all the people who judged my character, all the people who wanted to hurt me, I fell into a depressed sleep that would haunt me in the morning with bags under my eyes and a morning sleepwalk.

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title: The Cleaner - Proof of Concept and Main Idea [x-post from /r/KeepWriting]

question: How is the narrator prepared/dressed in the story?

answer: The narrator has a mask over their face and a weapon inside their backpack.

question: What car does the narrator drive?

answer: The narrator drives a red Civic.

question: In what location does the narrator become a totally different person?

answer: The narrator becomes a totally different person after walking under an overpass.

question: How can you describe the setting in which the narrator sees their mother in?

answer: The narrator finds their mother passed out on the couch, surrounded by drugs.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This story describes a narrator who puts on a mask at night and commits crimes, and then turns into a normal person during the day.


text:
The Pulse

President Obama plans to nominate Marine General Joseph Dunford as the next joint chief of staff of the U.S. military.

[Former US Commander in Afghanistan Tapped to Lead Joint Chiefs]

Credit: Flickr/ ResoluteSupportMedia
Just six months after becoming the commandant of the Marine Corps, General Joseph Dunford, once commander of all coalition forces in Afghanistan, is on the verge of another big promotion. On Tuesday, President Obama is expected to nominate Dunford, considered by some to be one of the brightest officers in the Marine Corps, to replace retiring Army Gen. Martin Dempsey as Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. After the formal announcement of his nomination by the White House and after being confirmed by the U.S. Senate, Dunford will ascend to the top ranking military role in the United States.

According to a report in _Defense News_, Dunford pulled past Air Force Chief of Staff Gen. Mark Welsh and U.S. Pacific Command chief Admiral Samuel Locklear to get the nod. Welsh’s candidacy had been dogged by concerns that the Air Force had not responded forcefully enough to sexual assault in the service, while Locklear’s name circulated in a bribery investigation that landed several Navy officers in jail. Locklear is expected to be cleared of any involvement when a Justice Department inquiry into the matter concludes later this year.

Dunford, who would become the second Marine to win the job if confirmed by the Senate, carries none of that baggage. Joining him on the staff as vice chair would be Air Force Gen. Paul Selva, who currently heads up U.S. Transportation Command, the chief logistics shop in the military. Both have close ties to the Executive Branch: Obama and Dunford worked together to oversee the withdrawal of thousands of American troops from Afghanistan last year, and Selva served as a military adviser to then-Secretary of State Hillary Clinton when she was in Foggy Bottom.

Dunford would provide some continuity, particularly as U.S. troops continue the training and advising of the Afghan National Army (ANA) and Afghan National Security Forces (ANSF) through 2015, a mission that he’s intimately familiar with. The Senate confirmation process, Dunford’s second in as many years, is not expected to be challenging: before his turn in Kabul, the U.S. Army War College graduate served as assistant commandant of the Marines and deputy commandant for plans, policies, and operations at the Pentagon, the key interlocutor between the amphibious force and the joint staff.

He will inherit a leading role in the direction of the military services at a critical time. Defense Secretary Ashton Carter has argued that combat readiness is in dire shape: in 2015, 60 percent of Army trainings will top out at the squad level (commands of around nine troops), and it could take until 2020 for the Army, Navy, and Marines to be ready for theater warfare once again. It will take even more time for the Air Force to get back into fighting shape. Dunford will also have a key strategic role in shaping the U.S.-led air campaign against the Islamic State, and play a part in implementing the Pentagon’s new cyber security strategy, unveiled by Carter at Stanford University last month. If any of those boxes can get checked, expediting the “rebalance” to Asia could also be on the table.

That’s a tall order, and Dunford may have just less than two years to make a dent. But the Marine general boasts an impressive reputation in Washington, and enjoys a strong relationship with Obama from their collaboration in Afghanistan last year. That alone would be a tremendous asset for Dunford as he takes on the role.

question: What is the main focus of this article?

answer: President Obama's plans to nominate Marine General Joseph Dunford as the next joint chief of staff of the U.S. military

question: When was this article published?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: Describe Joseph Dunford's career.

answer: He recently became commandant of the Marine Corps and used to command all coalition forces in Afghanistan.

question: What happened to the previous joint chief of staff?

answer: The previous joing chief of staff, Martin Dempsey, is retiring at the time of the article.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: President Obama plans to nominate Marine General Joseph Dunford to replace the retiring Martin Dempsey as Chariman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Dunford previously served as commandant of the Marine Corps. He was chosen over Mark Welsh, who is accused of not responding enough to sexual assault in the Air Force, and Samuel Locklear, whose name was circulated during a bribery investigation.


text:
    “Hey Ricky, can I have the last of the Oreos?”

    “As long as I can have the last Twinkie.”

    “It’s a deal!”

Jon bit down into the last of the delectable little morsels, savoring its sweet and creamy inside. The cookie was sweet and beautiful, a delicious respite from the chaos outside. He knew damn well it was likely to be the last Oreo he would ever taste.

Although their sweets were running low, their supply of other foods was another story. Living inside of a Wal-Mart had its benefits. And its own set of problems…

    The door, a gateway to the outside world and all its disgusting
                               remnants.

Ricky was preparing for his morning jog outside of Aisle 12. Regardless of what conditions were like outside, staying in shape was always a good idea. As he stretched, Jon came shuffling over in a lethargic state. Wearing nothing but boxers and a white t-shirt, you could never have guessed he was standing in the middle of a Wal-Mart at the end of days. His common and relaxed demeanor ceded nothing to the knowledge of the apocalypse in which they were now living.

    The door, hastily welded shut and barricaded with simple grocery
                                carts.

Ricky lay silent in his makeshift bed, his mind cramped and hazy. As he stared off into space, he could hear the sounds of trees slapping the sides of the grocery store. The wind was howling, and as the rains buffeted the parking lot outside, a crash of thunder could be heard, somewhere far off in the distance.  The rain and the wind created a dull humming, both broad and low. Ricky hadn’t been able to sleep properly in weeks. Jon, on the other hand, seemed calm and stable. He fell asleep just moments after his head smashed into his pillow. Ricky lay there awake, thinking about life. About survival. About the door.

    The door, the breaking point of their defenses against the world
                                outside.

    “30….31…..32….33 boxes of cereal ”

    “Got it.”

    “1…..2……3….4….5…6….7….8….9…10….11 boxes of nutra-grain bars.”

    “Kay……got it.”

    “1……2…..3…..”

    The door, thin panes of glass across its surface.

Jon was refilling the gas in the generator when he heard it. The sound of breaking glass followed by a guttural moaning. They had come.

    The door, the breaking point of their spirits.

The apocalypse had come to greet them. Death awaited with open arms.

    The door.

title: Mundane

question: Why did Jon think it was the last Oreo he would ever have?

answer: Because they were in the middle of an apocalypse and it was their last stock of Oreo.

question: Why were they living inside a Wal-Mart?

answer: They were living there in order to survive.

question: Why was the door barricaded shut?

answer: The door was barricaded shut to protect them from the outside world.

question: What broke through their window?

answer: Possibly zombies.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Ricky prepares for a morning jog despite being in the middle of an apocalypse. Jon counts their stock right before something breaks their window. They prepare themselves for what's to come.


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The SIOUX CITY PUBLIC LIBRARY-NORTH SIDE BRANCH, also known as BRUCE MEYER PRODUCTIONS, is a historic building located in Sioux City, Iowa, United States. The city received a total of $85,000 in 1911 from Andrew Carnegie to build the main library and the Leeds branch library. It was the only city in Iowa to receive a grant for both a main and branch library.[1] A $100,000 bond issue passed in 1926 to replace the temporary facilities for the other branch libraries throughout the city. The North Side Branch was designed by local architect William L. Steele in the Tudor Revival style, and was completed in 1929. It was used as a branch facility until 1982 when the city closed all of the branch libraries in 1982, except the Morningside branch. A new branch library was created on the north side. The old north branch was sold to Bruce Meyer for his photography studio. It was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 2000.[2]

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question: By what other name is the Sioux City Public Library-North Side Branch known?

answer: Bruce Meyer Productions.

question: In which US state is it located?

answer: Iowa.

question: Who financed its construction?

answer: Andrew Carnegie.

question: When was this library listed on the National Register of Historic Places?

answer: 2000.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The Sioux City Public Library-North Side Branch, also known as the Bruce Meyer Production, is a building in Sioux City, Iowa, that was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 2000. It was built with financing by Andrew Carnegie in 1911, and the North Side Branch was completed in 1929. The old north branch was sold to Bruce Meyer for his photography studio, hence the new name.


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TITLE : PREMAM (2016)
STAR CAST : Naga Chaitanya, Shruti Haasan, Anupama Parameswaran
DIRECTOR : Chandoo Mondeti
PRODUCER : P. D. V. Prasad
RELEASING ON : 7 October, 2016
TELUGU MIRCHI RATING : 3.25/5

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 REVIEW : PREMAM-FULL OF LOVE!

Lover Boy Naga Chaitanya’s exciting release Premam, the official remake of Malayalam’s superhit movie Premam, has hit Box Office today and has got positive response all over. It is known the kind of impact the original Premam had on the movie lovers and this remake is sure to take Chay’s career to peaks.

STORY :

It is all about a guy who is eager to be in the feeling of love and waits for his moments. The movie clearly screens the three life phases and three beautiful love stories. The hurdles faced by this guy and how does he overcome all of them and how does he manage to finally find true love is the remaining story.

CAST PERFORMANCE :

Chay has simply done a fab job and his expressions in all the three phases were outstanding. Especially in the third love story, Chay looked much more matured and the beard is just awesome. His styling and dialogues were completely apt.

Shruti Hassan, Anupama and Madonna have done their best and lived upto the expectations. In the place of Sai Pallavi, the Malar Star, Shruti has done justice to it. On the whole, everyone in this movie has delivered their best performances.

POSITIVES :

Naga Chaitanya’s performance
Story
Music
Comedy

NEGATIVES :

Slow narration
Missing originality

HIGHLIGHTS:

Venky and Nag’s cameos
Madonna’s climax episode

TECHNICAL ASPECTS :

Chandoo Mondeti who has earlier done some typical movie has come up to add his touch of making to the original one. Few changes like adding on much more comedy and few scenes that depict the nativity of Telugu were seen.

Music was just going with the flow.Art direction was simply cool and Cinematographer should be lauded for the mind-blowing work done. Editing was clean. Overall, every aspect was embedded in such a way that the movie just felt so cool.

TELUGUMIRCHI ANALYSIS :

Premam is one such movie that has impacted the film industry in Malayalam in 2015. Even though the movie was originally shot in Malayalam many non-Malayalis have watched it with just feel. By this you can now understand the kind of impact it had on people. With the vision to reach this movie to the Telugu people, Chay thought of a remake.

Even the team has been confident for clinching success with this robust love story with it’s magical music. This movie is estimated to reach all the expectations and may touch hearts!

_GO AND WATCH THIS ONE!_

TELUGU MIRCHI RATING : 3.25/5

CLICK HERE FOR TELUGU REVIEW

question: Summarize the positive aspects of the movie in the article.

answer: The movie is liked by the reviewers and the audience. The story, soundtrack, and comedy are praised in addition to Naga Chaitanya's acting. The cast is praised in general. The cameos and Madonna's climax are pointed out to be the highlights. The art direction and the editing are well done too. The film was shot in Malayalam and both the locals and others with its emotional aspect.

question: What does the article say about Bollywood?


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Mick’s ninety year old mom had moved into a nursing home, close to where he lived in Nottingham so he could take care of her in her final years. But she still owned her home close by to my parents in London. He was down from the Midlands renovating the house in order to rent it on her behalf. He asked me if I’d help him and of course I said “yes”. While at his mom’s slim old house I realized that, in all the fifty years I had known him, I had never actually been inside his family home. As we replaced worn out sinks, cleaned up bathrooms, and laid new brown carpet I asked him which was his bedroom when he was a kid. He told me he never had one, well only for a short time. I was shocked. Here I was in the house that nurtured him, which he had left at fifteen years of age to come live with us before he signed on for the Royal Navy, and it was only now, half a century later that the pieces of his early life sailed into view. For the first time ever he told me about the house and his grandfather. This is that story.

“I remember my grandfather vividly. His name was Arthur, like that of that legendary King of England. The four of us all lived together: my grandparents, my mom, and me. I shared a bedroom with my mom while my grandparents had the other bedroom. It was the 1950s. We had no television, telephone, or fridge. We kept the butter on a marble slab so it wouldn’t melt in summer. I remember grandad as being small, about five feet six, thin in face with a roman nose. He had a good head of hair even up to his death. He was slightly stooped and walked with a limp, a reminder of his time as a private in the Middlesex Regiment during the First World War. The wound was the result of shrapnel buried deep in his leg during the battle of the Somme. His was the fourth party to be ordered to take a German observation post. The first three parties had been annihilated. I remember the story he told me: “We were ordered onto the Somme. The mud was so heavy and thick that two soldiers who had bayoneted each other died standing up, their legs held fast by the black muck, stuck like statues. We passed them as we marched up to the front on our way to certain death.” But he didn’t die. They took the objective. He was wounded in the battle and sent home. He never got over the war.

Our house was important to him. It was his one asset. He and my grandmother had had to move to South London from North London because theirs was a mixed marriage – not mixed along racial lines, but religious ones. He was Protestant and she was Catholic. It’s almost forgotten now, but a hundred years ago there were fights, particularly in the Tottenham area, between the two religious factions. I remember my grandfather telling me that after school the tough lads would tie string around their caps, and twirl them like a scythe. The hard rubber peaks would cause serious pain if it clocked your enemy around the face. Both families frowned upon my grandparent’s marriage, and so they moved to this little house. But it cost them contact with the rest of the family  I think my grandmother’s brother had been a judge in North London and had done very well for himself.

After I was born my grandfather struggled through a serious of odd jobs. I remember he worked as a car park attendant for the Granada Cinema in Kingston. He would catch the 667 trolley bus to his job. I would sometimes join him. I was a youngster then, not yet in my teens, but I helped him take the silver sixpences and shillings from the customers, shining bright in the palm of my unblemished hands. We would stay warm in the attendant’s wooden hut during the winter months, huddled around the heater like soldiers. He told me stories about the war and our family as we listened to the BBC on the radio. Saturday was a big day. It was busy at the movies and he was constantly parking cars as I collected the coins. We would listen to the football results on the radio just before five o’clock. He wanted to know how his Spurs were doing and whether he had been successful that weekend on the football pools.

He loved the wireless. I remember him returning home at night, sitting in the front room in his wing-tipped easy chair, smoking his pipe, listening, occasionally moving the dial through the many voices and languages of Europe. There, listed on the tuner, were names like Monte Carlo, Luxemburg, Paris and Moscow: an escape to foreign lands and another time just like all those years ago when he camped under the stars dreaming of innocent times.

I remember sitting on his knee, happy to be close to him.

Things changed dramatically after Grandma died. She had contracted food poisoning. It was so severe that she was hospitalized for life in Teddington hospital. When she eventually passed to the other side my grandfather became very depressed. He moved out of his bedroom and set up a bed in the dark, small wedge-shaped cupboard under the stairs. For the first time in my life I had my own bedroom as my mother moved into the now vacated other bedroom. But it was a sad situation. My grandfather would stay behind his slanted closed door almost for the whole day, hardly coming out. He pinned newspaper cuttings to the wall as if he was back in the trenches. My mom was angry, and worried, when he started to burn candles in the low ceilinged room rather than using the single naked light bulb. He could have set the whole house on fire.

The winter of 1957 grandad contracted pneumonia. My mom and I had to move him from his hide-away and back upstairs in his bedroom, so the doctor could visit and check on him. I’ll never forget the November day he died. I was twelve. It was very cold. I was busying laying a fire in the front room. My mom had the oven on in the kitchen. “What do you want for breakfast?” she shouted to me. Before I could answer we heard a thud from upstairs. My mom looked worried. She lit a cigarette. I’ll always remember that smell of burning tobacco. “You go up and check on him” she ordered. Sheepishly, I climbed the stairs and looked in the room. He had fallen on the floor. I noticed that he had shit the bed. I was horrified. I touched his body. He was dead. I was sure. I ran down and told my mother. She went upstairs and checked on her dad and then told me to run down the road to the public telephone box and call 999.

When they came to get his body my mom didn’t want me to see my grandfather that final time. Young people were not supposed to see the dead in case they were scarred for life. I was confined to the kitchen. I was not even allowed to attend the funeral. But I had to clean out his bedroom in the cupboard under the stairs, remove the press clippings from the walls, and tidy up his few remaining possessions. Inside I shut the door and sat in the darkness and thought about his life, and what he had given me, as he retreated back to the trenches: his dugout of dreams.”

title: [NF] Dugout of Dreams

question: Summarize Arthur's time in World War I.

answer: Arthur was a private in the Middlesex Regiment, and his was the fourth party to be ordered to take a German observation post. The other three parties had been annihilated. During the battle of the Somme, he watched soldiers who had been bayoneted get stuck in the mud and die standing up. Arthur had gotten shrapnel buried deep in his leg, and was sent home from the war. He never got over his time in the war.

question: Summarize the relationship between Arthur and his wife.

answer: Arthur and his wife had to move to South London from North London due to their mixed Protestant and Catholic marriage. There were fights between the religions at the time, and the wife's family quit contact with her over the mixed marriage. Arthur seemingly cared for his wife very much because he was very depressed when she died.

question: What does the text say about Arthur's reaction to his wife's death?

answer: Arthur became very depressed when his wife had died. This manifested in him moving out of his bedroom and into a small, dark cupboard under the stairs. It was a sad situation wehre he would hardly come out of the room all day. He'd pin up newspaper cuttings on the walls, and burn candles in there instead of using a light bulb. He was jeopardizing his safety, as that could cause the house to catch on fire.

question: Summarize the narrator's reaction to Mick's story.


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AMERICA'S INCREDIBLE PIZZA COMPANY (AIPC) is an American restaurant chain based in Springfield, Missouri. The restaurants are pizza buffets and entertainment centers. The first restaurant opened in Springfield in 2002.[1][2] The company has 1,200 employees, and a revenue of $64.1 million.[3]

History

America's Incredible Pizza Company, headquartered in Springfield, Missouri, is owned by Rick and Cheryl Barsness. The couple entered the pizza business with a single restaurant in Victoria, Texas and by 1975, owned 11 franchises of Gatti's Pizza.

AIPC grew out of an idea from its founder, Rick Barsness. When Barsness was a hockey player in high school, his team reached the state championships, but his father never attended a game. His father's absence nurtured a boyhood dream of a place where families could eat and have fun together. This was the type of place Barsness wished he could have spent time with his father.[4]

In 2003, years of legal battles came to an end when Rick Barsness agreed to pay Gatti's a $1 million settlement.[5] Mr. Gatti's had charged that Barsness had violated his franchise contract with them, and had taken trade secrets. In addition to the $1 million payout, Barsness also agreed to pay Mr. Gatti's Inc. 1% of IPC's net sales for the next 10 years.[6]

AIPC started franchising and established its corporate headquarters in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 2003. It moved the headquarters to Springfield, Missouri in 2009.[7]

AIPC restaurants have an average of 250 employees and it costs $5–9 million to start a restaurant.[8]

America's Incredible Pizza announced that its location at Lafayette Square Mall in Indianapolis would close March 19, 2012.[9]

Locations and format

As of February 2020, seven locations remain in operation in the United States, and one in Mexico.[10] In 2016, the mini golf at the Memphis, Tennessee branch was removed and replaced with a roller coaster.

At the AIPC, the music and decorations have a 1950s theme.[11] AIPC has a buffet style pizza, pasta, salad, and dessert bar, with several seating areas for customers to eat.[12] The restaurant has 30 types of pizza and an 80-item salad bar.[13] An AIPC restaurant has an average area of .[14] The restaurant is smoke-free and alcohol-free.[15] It has an arcade, go-karts, billiards, bowling, and miniature golf, among other activities.[16][17]

Incredible Pizza Company Foundation

In fall 2007, the Incredible Pizza Company founders, Rick and Cheryl Barsness, founded the Incredible Pizza Company Foundation (IPC Foundation) for the goal of donating to missionaries and orphanages. On February 20, 2008, the IPC Foundation gave $24,000 to the Convoy of Hope, a non-profit organization.[18] In September 2008, the IPCF donated $6,500 to Care to Learn, a fund managed by the Foundation for Springfield Public Schools.[19]

NASCAR sponsorship

America's Incredible Pizza Company was the primary sponsor of number 11 CJM Racing in the NASCAR Nationwide Series in 2008 and 2009.[20] On June 17, 2008, Jason Keller, the driver of the Incredible Pizza-sponsored car, attended the opening of the 15th Incredible Pizza restaurant in Mesquite, Texas.[21] In 2008, first complete NASCAR season that the AIPC sponsored a racing team,[22] the team finished in 17th place.[23] In July 2008, CJM Racing and AIPC partnered with Joe Gibbs Racing.[24] The partnership between the two racing teams included the NASCAR driver Scott Lagasse Jr., who finished 13th in the No. 11 America's Incredible Pizza Company Chevrolet at Charlotte Motor Speedway in October 2008.[25] The sponsorship ended in December 2009 when CJM Racing suspended operations.[26] Keller provided the best run for the team, a third at Gateway Motorsports Park in 2008.[27]

Awards

In 2008, the America's Pizza Company was named a “Top Family Entertainment Center of the World” (TFEC) from the International Association of Amusement Parks and Attractions (IAAPA),[28] which places it among the top five entertainment centers in the world.[29] In 2008, AIPC was rated the 456th fastest growing company in the United States by the _Inc_ 500.[30] In the _Inc._ Top 100 Food & Beverage Companies, AIPC was rated number 12th, with a 693.1% growth.[31]

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title: America's Incredible Pizza Company

question: Summarize everything related to family.

answer: America's Incredible Pizza Family is owned by a couple, Rick and Cheryl Barsness. Rick founded the AIPC because his father never attended any of his hocky games. He dreamed of a place where families could eat and have fun together.

question: Summarize everything related to food.

answer: AIPC is a pizza buffet. They have buffet-style pizza, pasta, salad, and a dessert bar. The restaurant has 30 types of pizza and an 80-item salad bar.

question: What does the article say about AIPC's pizza recipe?

question: Summarize everything relating to finances.

answer: The company has a revenue of $64.1 million. The founder, Rick Barsness, agreed to pay Gatti's a $1 million settlement after years of legal battles over a violation of a franchise contract. He also agreed to pay Mr. Gatti's Inc. 1% of IPC's net sales for 10 years. It costs $5-9 million to start a restaurant. Rick and Cheryl founded the Incredible Pizza Company Foundation with the goal of donating to missionaries and orphanages. They donated $24,000 to Convoy of Hope and $6,500 to Care to Learn. AIPC was also the primary sponsor of number 11 CJM Racing in the NASCAR Nationwide Series in 2008 and 2009.


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"Are you sure?"

Ask this once and you get a confident answer. Ask again: a confused answer. Ask three times and you'll be doubting their answer.

But just ask again and they start to doubt their own answer.

"Are you sure?"

No. I'm not sure. Not any more.

Ask this every time and they'll doubt all of their answers, doubtful of the very last word you can hear.

So ask for confirmation. Go ahead and ask if they're sure, because it's so important that you know.

That's how you destroy a person's confidence.

A question at a time, you doubt every word they say. And in every opinion, they strip their spoken words down to bare facts.

Because opinions are doubtful. How dare they say something they feel!

No more "I think"s, because that's nothing to be sure of.

How dare they think.

You think you have paid the bills, but have you?

They can't answer the question with their thoughts, so they check.

But it's not just the words they say that they're unsure of. It's the very act of living they suddenly forgot is theirs.

You took it from them.

Are they sure that they have their wallet?

No. That hefty lead-weight in their back right pocket wasn't confirmation enough.

No. The fat wallet pulling their jeans uncomfortably taut can't possibly confirm it's there.

So no, they're not sure.

It should be there. They're not sure about that, but since you asked, they feel for their wallet. And they felt it. It's been there the whole time.

But now they don't know if they have their car keys, or if their jeans were zipped.

So they look.

They check. Every damned time, they'll check, because you asked.

They're not sure of what they're saying any more. Why are their thoughts no longer theirs?

They're no longer sure if they can live a day without forgetting something.

But they weren't ever inherently forgetful or unsure.

No, you made them that way.

Because you had to know.

So you asked.

And they answered.

No, they're not sure. They'll never be sure again.

On their way out the door, they'll only be sure they left their wallet behind. One time, they actually did.

Wow, I'm so forgetful. Better check every time.

title: "Are you sure?"

question: What is the overall theme of the passage?

answer: The overall theme of the passage is creating doubt.

question: What question is emphasized in this passage?

answer: "Are you sure?"

question: How does the narrator say you can destroy a person's confidence?

answer: By asking for confirmation of what they know and creating doubt.

question: How would you describe the feeling the dialogue in the passage?

answer: The passage implies feelings of arrogance and control because the narrator wants to create doubt.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator pushes the question, "Are you sure?" and shows how opinions can be doubtful and how to create a power dynamic by just pushing through what people think.


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[BOY AGED 16 ON BED WITH HEADPHONES AND SMART PHONE]

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If a teen sees small bumps on his penis head, he will undoubtedly be worried about them. If he is sexually active, he might be afraid he has a sexually transmitted infection (STI). But, those bumps might not mean he has an infection. Your teen son might have a condition called hirsuties papillaris genitalis, otherwise known as pearly penile papules.

 What Are Pearly Penile Papules?

Pearly penile papules are small (1 to 2 mm) round bumps that are attached to the rim of the head of the penis. These bumps can be the color of the skin, translucent, white, yellow, or pink. The bumps can sometimes go all the way around the rim of the head of the penis, and the bumps can form multiple rows around the head of the penis.

These bumps (or papules) are completely normal and not a sign of infection or uncleanliness. They are not cancerous and are not precancerous lesions. It is unclear as to how many men have these papules, but they can occur in anywhere from 14–48% of men.

Studies suggest that they occur more often in uncircumcised men than in circumcised men. These papules tend to appear when a man is in his late stages of puberty.

 Commonly Mistaken Skin Conditions

There are two other conditions that can produce bumps on the penis. A doctor or pediatrician can determine whether these might be the culprits instead of pearly penile papules.

 Molluscum Contagiosum

Pearly penile papules can resemble molluscum contagiosum, a viral condition that is common in children and poses no harm. While it can be contracted through sexual contact in teenagers and adults, it is usually transmitted through casual contact in children (for example, sharing a towel with someone who is infected).

In molluscum, the bumps are firm, dome-shaped, and have a dimple in the center. They may itch but are painless, and can be found in numerous places on the body, including the genitals, face, neck, arms, hands, abdomen, and inner thighs. Generally, this rash resolves on its own, but a dermatologist can provide treatment if the rash is not clearing, or to prevent further spread of the rash.

 Genital Warts

Pearly penile papules can also resemble genital warts which are caused by human papillomavirus—the most common sexually transmitted infection. Genital warts may appear as a single wart or a collection of warts around the penis.

They may be smooth or have a cauliflower-like appearance, and they are variable in whether they clear, get bigger, or stay the same. Treatment varies based on the number of warts present and the location of them.

 How to Treat Pearly Penile Papules

Because these bumps on the penis are not caused by an infection and are not painful or uncomfortable, they do not need to be treated or removed. They will frequently become less noticeable as a man gets older.

That being said, men who have them are often embarrassed by the bumps because they are afraid someone will think they are an STD. Because teens are very concerned about their bodies, they may be particularly uncomfortable with not having the papules removed.

Most studies suggest that a carbon dioxide (CO2) laser is the best and most effective treatment for the removal of these pearly penile papules. Of course, there are risks in treating these bumps—sometimes the laser can cause scarring or infection.

 A Word From Verywell

If your teen has bumps on his penis, contact your pediatrician or family healthcare provider. Only someone who has actually seen the lesions can accurately diagnose what they are. Additionally, if your teen is afraid that he has an STD, it might mean that he is having sex. It will be important for you or someone your teen trusts to discuss with him how to avoid getting a sexually transmitted disease.

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    Aldahan AS, Brah TK, Nouri K. Diagnosis and Management of Pearly Penile Papules. _Am J Mens Health._ 2018;12(3):624-627. doi:10.1177/1557988316654138

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-   Aldahan AS et al. Diagnosis and management of pearly penile papules. _Am J Mens Health_. 2016 Jun 16.

-   Teichman JM, Thompson IM, Elston DM. Noninfectious penile lesions _Am Fam Physician_. 2010 Jan 15-81(2):167-74.

-   American Academy of Dermatology. Molluscum contagiousum
-   Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. (January 2017). Human Papillomavirus: HPV and Men - Fact Sheet.
-   Duffill MA. (2008). DermNet NZ. Pearly penile papules.

question: What is the subject of the article?

answer: Pearly penile papules--small round bumps attached to the rim of the head of the penis.

question: What advice does the article provide?

answer: The article advises readers to contact a pediatrician or family healthcare provider if their teen has bumps on his penis.

question: Who is the photographer of the image accompanying the article?

answer: Dan Kenyon

question: Who is most at risk for penile papules?

answer: They occur in 14-18% of men and more often affect uncircumcised men.

question: What can be done to prevent penile papules?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: How are penile papules treated?

answer: There is no need to treat them--they are completely normal and not a sign of infection or uncleanliness. That being said, they can be removed by using a carbon dioxide laser.

question: Who is the author of the article?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: This article concerns pearly penile papules, bumps that appear on the penis head. These bumps are perfectly normal and not a sign of infection or uncleanliness. Similar conditions that can cause bumps include molluscum contagiosum and genital warts. The article advises readers to contact a pediatrician or family doctor if their teen has bumps on his penis.


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IM NA-YEON (; born September 22, 1995), known mononymously as NAYEON (), is a South Korean singer. After participating in the reality survival television show _Sixteen_ in 2015, she became a singer in the South Korean girl group Twice formed by JYP Entertainment.[1][2] She is the oldest member of Twice.[3][4][5] For three years in a row (2017-2019), Nayeon has been voted as one of the most popular idols in Gallup Korea's annual music poll.

Biography

Nayeon was born Im Na-yeon on September 22, 1995 in Seoul. As a child, she participated in a child modeling contest and was cast by idol agency JYP Entertainment. However, her mother prevented her from starting training and entering show business right away given her young age.[6][7] On September 15, 2010, she secretly attended JYP Entertainment's 7th Open Audition after which she became a trainee.[8][9][10] In 2013, she was cast as a member of 6mix, a JYP girl group that was planned but never debuted.[11][12][13] She also made an appearance in the second episode of KBS2's 2012 Korean drama _Dream High 2_.[14] In 2015, Nayeon participated in the reality television show _Sixteen_, a competition designed to choose the founding members of Twice.[15][16][17] As one of the nine successful participants, she went on to join the newly formed girl group Twice.[18]

In October 2015, Nayeon officially debuted as a member of Twice with their first extended play, _The Story Begins_.[19] In Gallup Korea's annual music poll for 2017, Nayeon was voted the sixth most popular idol in South Korea, ahead of all her bandmates.[20][21][22] In the 2018 poll, she was again ranked sixth, receiving 6.7% of the votes.[23][24][25] In 2019, she was ranked fifth, receiving 8.2% of the votes.[26][27][28] In 2019, Nayeon was also ranked as the eighth most popular female K-pop idol in a survey of soldiers doing mandatory military service in South Korea.[29]

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  2017              “24/7”              _Twicetagram_    Twice    Jihyo          [30][31][32]
  2019              “Rainbow”           _Feel Special_            [33][34]
  “21:29”           all Twice members   [35][36][37]
  2020              “Make Me Go”        _More & More_             [38][39][40]
  “Depend on You”   _Eyes Wide Open_                     [41]

  : Songwriting credits

Filmography

Television series

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  2012   Dream High 2      KBS       Cameo     [42]
  2020   Seize The Light   YouTube   Herself   -

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  Year   Title                               Network   Role        Ref.
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  2018   Idol Star Athletics Championships   MBC       Presenter   [43]

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title: Nayeon

question: When was Im Na-Yeon born?

answer: September 22, 1995.

question: What is Im Na-Yeon's stage name?

answer: Nayeon.

question: What reality television show did she participate in in 2015?

answer: Sixteen.

question: What South Korean girl group did she become a singer in?

answer: Twice.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article is about Nayeon, a South Korean singer in the girl group "Twice."


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The UNITED STATES PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION IN THE NEW HAMPSHIRE, 1856 took place on November 4, 1856 as part of the 1856 United States presidential election. Voters chose five representatives, or electors to the Electoral College, who voted for President and Vice President.

New Hampshire was won by former California Senator John C. Frémont, who won the state by a narrow vote margin of less than 6,000 votes. He would go on to lose nationally to former United States Minister to the United Kingdom James Buchanan.

Results

title: 1856 United States presidential election in New Hampshire

question: When did the election take place?

answer: 4 November 1856

question: How did the election take place?

answer: The voters chose five representatives to the Electoral College, who voted for President and Vice President.

question: Who won the election in New Hampshire?

answer: John C. Fremont.

question: By how many votes did Fremont win?

answer: Fremont won the state by a vote margin of fewer than 6,000 votes.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer:
In the 1856 United States Presidential Elections New Hampshire, voters choose five representatives to the Electoral College, who then vote the President and Vice President.

John C. Fremont, a former California Senator won the state by a vote margin of fewer than 6,000 votes. Although, he would lose nationally to James Buchanan.


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[Dr. Morné de la Rey with one of the White Rhino on Ol Pejeta a wildlife conservancy in Kenya.] MORNÉ DE LA REY (born 7 February 1970) is a South African veterinary surgeon and embryo transfer specialist.[1] In 2003, he was one of a team of scientists and veterinarians from his company Embryo Plus and the Danish Agriculture Institute to clone a cow, the first animal to be cloned in Africa.[2] In 2016, he was one of a team to use _in vitro_ fertilisation successfully for the first time in the Cape buffalo.[3]

Education and career

De la Rey was born in Brits, South Africa he got his love for animals from his father Dr. Ronald de la Rey, whom was also a veterinarian. He studied at the University of Pretoria, on Onderstepoort at the Faculty of Veterinary Science, where he received his BVSc in 1994. In 1998 he became the CEO of Embryo Plus an embryo transfer and AI centre in South Africa.

He became a member of the International Embryo Transfer Society(IETS) and did the first Embryo Sexing in Africa in 1994.

In 1995 he became the first person in Africa to do Embryo splitting in Sheep and Goat, following that success, he produced the first Arabian horse embryo foal in Africa, in 1998.

During the 2000s he was elected by the IETS to be the representative for Africa on Data Retrieval, and in 2002 founded the Companion Animal, Non-domestic and Endangered Species committee (CANDES).

In 2003, he was involved as one of the scientists and veterinarians from Embryo Plus and the Danish Agriculture Institute to clone the first calf in Africa, named Futhi.[4]

Wildlife career

In 2010 he produced Sable Antelope calves by means of Fixed Time Artificial Insemination with frozen thawed semen.

He became the first person in the world to produce Sable Antelope calves by means of embryo transfers in 2011. Following his success he produced the first cross type between Zambian Sable Antelope embryo calves born out of southern Sable Antelope.

He had great success with the Cape Buffalo as well, in 2013 produced the first pregnancies in the Cape Buffalo by means of embryo transfers in the world. In 2016 he became successful with IVF in Cape Buffalo and produced the first calf in the world.

Publications

1.  Blevins, B.A., de la Rey, M. and Loskutoff, N.M. (2008)  Effect of density gradient centrifugation with trypsin on the fertilizing capability of bovine sperm.  _REPRODUCTION, FERTILITY AND DEVELOPMENT_ 20(1):84.
2.  De la Rey, M., Morfeld, K.A., Treadwell, R. and Loskutoff, N.M. (2005)  The effect of a novel semen disinfection treatment on the viability and fertilizing capacity in vivo of bovine spermatozoa.  _REPRODUCTION, FERTILITY AND DEVELOPMENT_ 17 (1,2): 184.
3.  Morfeld, K., Henton, M.M., Grobler, D., Bengis, R., Puffer, A., Armstrong, D.L., Dankoff, S., de la Rey, M., de la Rey, R., Hansen, H., Strick, J., Rasmussen, L., York, D., Zimmermann, D., de Klerk, L.M., van Dyk, D.S., Crichton, E.G., Popescu, A., Stringfellow, D. and Loskutoff, N.M. (2001). Elimination of _Brucella abortus_ from infected domestic (_Bos taurus_) and wild  (_Bos gaurus_) cattle and buffalo (_Syncerus caffer_) semen without compromising sperm viability.  _THERIOGENOLOGY_ 55:393..
4.  Puffer, A., de la Rey, R., de la Rey, M., Hansen, H., Grobler, D., Hofmeyr, M., Malan, J.H., Armstrong, D.L., Dankoff, S., Rasmussen, L., York, D., Zimmermann, D. and Loskutoff, N.M. (2001)  Choice of chemicals used in immobilization protocols can significantly affect semen quality in ejaculates collected from free-ranging African buffalo (_Syncerus caffer_). _THERIOGENOLOGY_ 55:398.

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title: Morné de la Rey

question: Who is Morne de la Rey?

answer: Dr. Morne is a veterinarian known for his accomplishments in being able help animals reproduce by means of artificial insemination, and embryo transfers.

question: What are his earlier accomplishments?

answer: In 1994, he received a BVSc from the University of Pretoria. In that same year, he became a member of the IETS and did the first Embryo Sexing in Africa.

question: What are his contributions to nature?

answer: In 2002, he founded CANDES, a committee for companion animals, non-domestic animals, and endangered species. So aside from helping animals breed, it appear he also actively helps protect species often overlooked for rights groups.

question: What are some of the animals he has helped?

answer: To name a few: the sable antelope, cape buffalo, and the Arabian horse.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Doctor Morne de la Rey is a veterinarian  who specializes in embryo transfers. He is the first to successfully produce sable antelope calves by means of artificial insemination as well as the first to successfuly perform embryo transfers of cape buffalo.


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ISAIAH 36 is the thirty-sixth chapter of the Book of Isaiah in the Hebrew Bible or the Old Testament of the Christian Bible. This book contains the prophecies attributed to the prophet Isaiah, and is a part of the Book of the Prophets. The text, describing the invasion of the Assyrian king Sennacherib to the Kingdom of Judah under Hezekiah .

Text

[Lachish reliefs, depicting Sennacherib's siege against Lachish. British Museum.] The original text was written in Hebrew language. This chapter is divided into 22 verses.

Textual witnesses

Some early manuscripts containing the text of this chapter in Hebrew are of the Masoretic Text tradition, which includes the Codex Cairensis (895), the Petersburg Codex of the Prophets (916), Aleppo Codex (10th century), Codex Leningradensis (1008).

Fragments containing parts of this chapter were found among the Dead Sea Scrolls (3rd century BC or later):

-   1QIsaa: complete
-   4QIsab (4Q56): extant: verses 1-2

There is also a translation into Koine Greek known as the Septuagint, made in the last few centuries BCE. Extant ancient manuscripts of the Septuagint version include Codex Vaticanus (B; 𝔊B; 4th century), Codex Sinaiticus (S; BHK: 𝔊S; 4th century), Codex Alexandrinus (A; 𝔊A; 5th century) and Codex Marchalianus (Q; 𝔊Q; 6th century).

Parashot

The _parashah_ sections listed here are based on the Aleppo Codex.[1] Isaiah 36 is a part of the _Narrative (Isaiah 36–39)_. {P}: open _parashah_; {S}: closed _parashah_.

    {S} 36:1-10 {S} 36:11-16a {P} 36:16b-22 כי כה אמר {S}

The Rock of History

Chapters 36–37 cuts into the historical narrative in to the time after Hezekiah sent tributes to appease Sennacherib () a 'treachery' that Isaiah already prophesied several times (; ; ) yet failed to stop the Assyrians from attacking Jerusalem. This sets up for a demonstration of Yahweh's power, and thus, “put the rock of history under the fabric of eschatology.”

Rabshakeh's first speech: no salvation in faith! (36:1–10)

Verse 1

    _Now it came to pass in the fourteenth year of king Hezekiah, that Sennacherib king of Assyria came up against all the defenced cities of Judah, and took them._[2]

Based on Sennacherib's Annals which contain the record of the same event, the time referred here can be determined to be 701 BCE. The text here omits the admission of defeat and the payment for substantial reparations by Hezekiah to Sennacherib, which is recorded in .

-   “Defenced cities”: or “fortified cities” of Judah, forty six cities in total, were besieged and captured by Sennacherib, along with many smaller towns, according to the record of his annals.

Verse 2

    _And the king of Assyria sent Rabshakeh from Lachish to Jerusalem to King Hezekiah with a large army. And he stood by the conduit of the upper pool on the highway of the fuller's field._[3]

-   “Rabshakeh” (from , __[4]): or “field commander” (also “chief cup-bearer”); perhaps “chief of the officers” among the Assyrian military leaders.[5]
-   “The conduit of the upper pool”: The confrontation took place at the same location where Isaiah confronted Ahaz in Isaiah 7:3, so it presents a great contrast between 'the renegade behavior of Ahaz and the appropriate response from Hezekiah'.

Rabshakeh's second speech: popular appeal – 'Make Peace' (36:11–22)

In his second speech, the Rabshakeh arrogantly addresses the people directly using the language they understand, reminding them that politicians declare wars, but people bear the suffering (verse 11–13), advising them not to trust Hezekiah with his futile faith in his God (verses 14–17), but then the Rabshakeh continues to equate Israel's god with the gods of other nations and to belittle the god's ability to save Jerusalem (verses 18–20). The people appropriately respond to the arrogance with silence (verse 21).

Verse 22

    _Then came Eliakim, the son of Hilkiah, that was over the household, and Shebna the scribe, and Joah, the son of Asaph, the recorder, to Hezekiah with their clothes rent, and told him the words of Rabshakeh._[6]

-   “With their clothes rent”: A common display of grief among the Jews (cf. ; ; ; ; ; ; also in the New Testament period: ; ).[7]

[1] As implemented in the Jewish Publication Society's 1917 edition of the Hebrew Bible in English.

[2]  KJV

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[4] Hebrew Text Analysis: Isaiah 36:2 Biblehub

[5] Strong's Concordance: 7262. Rabshaqeh. Biblehub

[6]  KJV

[7] Barnes, Albert. _Notes on the Bible_ - Isaiah 36. James Murphy (ed). London: Blackie & Son, 1884.

title: Isaiah 36

question: List the chapters in Isaiah that come directly before and after chapter 36.

answer: Chapter 35 and 37.

question: What is the earliest manuscript witness listed for Isaiah 36?

answer: The Codex Cairensis (895).

question: What year is mentioned in verse 1 of Isaiah 36?

answer: The fourteenth year of king Hezekiah.

question: What is the Septuagint?

answer: The translation of the Hebrew scriptures into Koine Greek.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article provides information on Isaiah chapter 36, a prophetic text from the Hebrew Bible. It includes information on textual witnesses, textual references, and the 22 verses of the chapter's text.


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BREED STREET SHUL, also known as CONGREGATION TALMUD TORAH OF LOS ANGELES or BREED STREET SYNAGOGUE, is an Orthodox Jewish synagogue in the Boyle Heights section of Los Angeles, California. It was the largest Orthodox synagogue west of Chicago from 1915 to 1951,[1] and is listed in the National Register of Historic Places.

Early history

Congregation Talmud Torah started in 1904, using rented quarters in downtown Los Angeles, at 114 Rose Street. It was started primarily as a Hebrew school (“Talmud Torah” is typically used to mean a supplemental afternoon religious school, though it was also used as a synagogue).

Within a few years, the immigrant population moved, concentrating in Boyle Heights. Several Jews purchased a house at Breed and First, and started using it as a shul. By 1914, the Rose Street location was nonviable, for lack of a quorum (minyan), and the membership merged with the new Breed Street group. In 1915, they purchased a lot two blocks north, and commissioned a new wood-framed building on the present site. It became known as the “Breed Street Shul.”[2][3] The original shul on the site was designed by O.M. Warner and constructed by Bornstein & Cohn.[4]

Enrollment grew, and by 1918, a second structure was needed on the lot. By 1923, there were 110 students enrolled.

The Jewish population grew from a few hundred in 1910, to 1,842 in 1920, to more than 10,000 in 1930.[5][6]

Construction of the existing structure

As the size of the congregation grew, a new synagogue was built, designed by the architectural firm of Edelman and Barnett. The original wood structure was moved to the back of the lot to make room for the new brick structure which opened in 1923. The new synagogue was built from unreinforced masonry with veneer brick and cast stone embellishments on the facade. The façade includes alternating bands of dichromatic brickwork, “dense prickly foliage carving”, other organic motifs, and Stars of David in bas-relief cast stone detail.[7]

Role in the Boyle Heights community

The Boyle Heights section of Los Angeles, located east of downtown, was home to the city's most populous Jewish community from 1910 to 1950. The area around Breed Street Shul became a center for the Jewish community. The business district on Brooklyn Avenue (renamed Cesar Chavez Avenue in 1995) just north of the Shul was the location of many kosher butchers, bakeries, delis, bookstores and other shops catering to the Jewish community. The Breed Street block where the Shul was located also became home of the Los Angeles Jewish Academy (now part of Yavneh Academy)[8] and Mount Sinai Clinic (a forerunner of Cedars-Sinai Medical Center).[9]

In 1945, Rabbi Osher Zilberstein of Breed Street Shul opened the city's first Jewish parochial elementary school.[10] When Israel was established as an independent nation in 1948, Breed Street Shul was the site of a solemn ceremony in which the new flag of Israel was flown for the first time in Los Angeles.[11]

Dispersal of Boyle Heights Jewish community

In the years after World War II, the Jewish community in Boyle Heights dispersed, moving to areas such as the West Fairfax District, Beverlywood, and Encino. Rabbi Zilberstein remained at Breed Street Shul until his death in 1973.[12] Many families, including those of Jewish Veterans of WWII, went east across the L.A. River to the San Gabriel Valley.

Vacancy and deterioration

The main brick building was vacated in the mid-1980s due to seismic retrofit requirements. Services were moved to the original wooden structure at the rear of the lot for several years. By 1996, services ceased at Breed Street Shul, and the buildings have been vacant since that time.[13]

Historic designation and proposed restoration

In 1988, the building was designated as a City of Los Angeles Historic-Cultural Monument.[14] The building fell into disrepair in the 1990s, and the City of Los Angeles foreclosed on the property after recording an assessment for barricading and protection. In 1998, Hillary Clinton visited the Shul as part of her _Save America's Treasures_ campaign. In July 2000, the City quitclaimed the property to Breed Street Shul Project, Inc., a subsidiary of the Jewish Historical Society of Southern California. The organization plans to rehabilitate the buildings as a county museum, educational and cultural center. It was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 2001.[15][16]

Rabbis

Solomon Michael Neches (1921–1935)

Jerusalem-born Rabbi SOLOMON MICHAEL NECHES (October 13, 1891 - February 11, 1954)[17] was the first rabbi of the synagogue originally named Congregation Talmud Torah.[18]

Rabbi Neches fought the battles of

-   Reform - Rabbi Neches advocated for Orthodox education for the community's Jewish children.
-   Kashrut - He was instrumental in California's (first) Kosher Law.
-   Jewish education - the name of the shul (Congregation Talmud Torah) made it clear that a Yeshiva/day school would have to await his successor.

Neches also is recognized for having begun the Los Angeles-based Western Jewish Institute, and initially led it.[19]

He was succeeded as rabbi of the Breed Street shul by Rabbi Osher Zilberstein.

Osher Zilberstein (1935–1973)

[Breed Street Shul, 2008] OSHER ZILBERSTEIN (1888–1973), a noted Torah scholar, was a tenth generation rabbi from Mezritch, Ukraine. In 1935 he assumed the rabbinical position as the rabbi of the Breed Street Shul, also known by the name Talmud Torah Los Angeles.[20]

Rabbi Zilberstein was instrumental in the opening of an Orthodox day school, Yeshivas HaMaarav.[21]

He was buried at Home of Peace Cemetery in East Los Angeles, California.[22] His Yartzeit is 14 Shvat (5733) and his father's name was Rabbi Yisroel Aharon Zilberstein. He was born in the Ukraine, immigrated to Winnipeg, Canada in 1924, and moved to Los Angeles in 1935.

Cantors

Cantor ISRAEL REICH (1946-1953) did not begin his career at the Breed Street Shul, nor did he end it there. One of the reasons he was described as a “Cantor's Cantor” was that he “helped train countless students, including his own three children, to become cantors.”[23]

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title: Breed Street Shul

question: For what is the Breed Street Shul famous?

answer: Breed Street Shul is an orthodox synogogue in Los Angelos. It was the largest such synagogue west of Chicago from 1915 to 1951 and is listed in the National Register of Historic Places. The initial building was wood framed. This was followed by a second building in 1918.

question: What happened to the Hebrew school in Rose street?

answer: Congregation Talmud Torah started in 1904, using rented quarters in downtown Los Angeles, at 114 Rose Street. It was started primarily as a Hebrew school. By 1914, the Rose Street location was nonviable, for lack of a quorum (minyan), and the membership merged with the new Breed Street group.

question: How did the Breed Street Shul end up abandoned?

answer: The Jewish community started to move away from the region after the Second World War. Then, in the mid-1980s the brick building was abandoned due to seismic retrofit requirements and the congregation moved into the wooden structure. By 1996 services came to an end at eht Breed Street Shul.


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PAUL BRYAN JANECZKO (July 27, 1945 - February 19, 2019) was an American poet and anthologist. He published 40 books beginning in the 1980s, including poetry compilations, non-fiction guides for young writers, and books for teachers.

Early life

Janeczko was born on July 27, 1945 in Passaic, New Jersey. He was the son of Frank John and Verna (Smolak) Janeczko.[1] Janeczko was not a serious student when he was young. When he enrolled at St. Francis College in Maine he realized what he had missed. To quote Janeczko, “That’s when it dawned on me that it was time for me to start learning.”

Janeczko attended graduate school at John Carroll University in Ohio and then began teaching.

Career

He taught high school English for 22 years in Ohio, Massachusetts, and Maine. In 1990, Janeczko decided to leave the classroom in order to focus on poetry and his newborn daughter, Emma.

He issued a new poetry anthology in 2015, _The Death of the Hat: A Brief History of Poetry in 50 Objects._

Personal life

At the time of his death, Janeczko lived in western Maine with his wife and daughter. He visited schools in the United States and Europe, providing workshops for teachers and students. At home he continued to write books.

Janeczko was a member of the National Council of Teachers of English, Educators for Social Responsibility, New England Association of Teachers of English, and Maine Teachers of Language Arts.

Janeczko died on February 19, 2019 at the age of 73.[2]

Recognition

He received several awards, including

-   American Library Association Books for Young Adults,
-   American Library Association Notable Books,
-   New York Public Library Best Books
-   School Library Journal Best Young Adult Books of the Year

Works

Poetry

-   _Brickyard Summer_ (1999
-   _Stardust Hotel_ (1993)
-   _That Sweet Diamond: Baseball Poems_ (1998)
-   _Worlds Afire_ (2004)
-   _Wing Nuts: Screwy Haiku_ [with J. Patrick Lewis] (2006)
-   _Birds on a Wire, or, a Jewel Tray of Stars_ [with J. Patrick Lewis] (2007)

Novels

-   _Bridges to Cross_ (1986)
-   _Young Indiana Jones and the Pirates' Loot_ (1994)

Nonfiction and Professional Books

-   _Loads of Codes and Secret Ciphers_ (1988)
-   _Favorite Poetry Lessons_ [with Judy Lynch] (1998)
-   _Teaching 10 Fabulous Forms of Poetry_ [with Judy Lynch] (2000)
-   _How to Write Poetry_ (2001)
-   _Writing Funny Bone Poems_ (2001)
-   _Seeing the Blue Between: Advice and Inspiration for Young Poets_ (2002)
-   _Good for a Laugh: A Guide to Writing Amusing, Clever, and Downright Funny Poems_ (2003)
-   _Writing Winning Reports and Essays_ (2003)
-   _Opening a Door: Reading Poetry in the Middle School Classroom_ (2003)
-   _Top Secret: A Handbook of Codes, Ciphers, and Secret Writing_ (2004)
-   _How to Write Haiku and Other Short Poems_ (2004)
-   _Rhyming Dictionary_ [with Sun Young] (2006)

Anthologies

-   _The Crystal Image_ (1977)
-   _Postcard Poems: A Collection of Poetry for Sharing_ (1979)
-   _Don't Forget to Fly: A Cycle of Modern Poems_ (1981)
-   _Poetspeak: In Their Work, About Their Work, A Special Kind of Poetry Anthology_ (1983)
-   _Strings: A Gathering of Family Poems_ (1984)
-   _Pocket Poems: Poems Selected for a Journey_ (1985)
-   _This Delicious Day: 65 Poems_ (1987)
-   _Going Over to Your Place: Poems for Each Other_ (1987)
-   _The Music of What Happens: Poems That Tell Stories_ (1988)
-   _The Place My Words Are Looking For: What Poets Say About and Through Their Work_ (1990)
-   _Preposterous: Poems of Youth_ (1991)
-   _Looking for Your Name: A Collection of Contemporary Poems_ (1993)
-   _Poetry from A to Z: A Guide for Young Writers_ (1994)
-   _Wherever Home Begins: 100 Contemporary Poems_ (1995)
-   _I Feel a Little Jumpy Around You: A Book of Her Poems & His Poems Presented in Pairs_ [with Naomi Shihab Nye] (1996)
-   _Home on the Range: Cowboy Poetry_ (1997)
-   _Very Best (Almost) Friends: Poems of Friendship_ (1999)
-   _Stone Bench In An Empty Park_ (2000)
-   _A Poke in the I: A Collection of Concrete Poems_ (2001)
-   _Dirty Laundry Pile: Poems in Different Voices_ (2001)
-   _Blushing: Expressions of Love in Poems and Letters_ (2004)
-   _A Kick in the Head: An Everyday Guide to Poetic Forms_ (2005)
-   _Hey, You! Poems to Skyscrapers, Mosquitoes, and Other Fun Things_ (2007)
-   _The Death of the Hat: A Brief History of Poetry in 50 Objects_ (2015)

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title: Paul Janeczko

question: Summarize Janeczko's early education.

answer: He was not a serious student when he was young. Then he enrolled at St. Francis College in Maine. He realized what he had missed. He said it dawned on him it was time to start learning. Then he attended graduate school at John Carroll University in Ohio and then began teaching.

question: What was Janeczko's teaching career like?

answer: He taught high school English for 22 years. He taught it in Ohio, Massachusetts and Maine. In 1990 he decided to leave the classroom in order to focus on poetry and his newborn daughter, Emma.

question: What was Janeczko's personal life like?

answer: He lived in western Maine with his wife and daughter. He visited schools in the United States and Europe, providing workshops for teachers and students. At home he continued to write books. He died on February 19 2019 at the age of 73.


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Katie asked Artie to meet her at the Mexican restaurant, the bright yellow, stucco building just down the street from her house. It was a place they often went to eat. Artie sat on the plastic bench across the table from Katie. Katie’s blue eyes looked larger, even more beautiful than usual. But though her eyes were wide, they had less depth.  It was as if the deep pools of her eyes had dried up, leaving pure calcite rings of white and shallow puddles of blue that had once been seas.

Artie stared down at the table top. The surface was brown formica with a fake pattern of wood grain. He looked up at Katie, she brushed a lock of her auburn hair away from her face.

“Are things going to be OK between us?” Artie said, his voice was flat.

“I don’t think so” Katie said.

“What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing” Katie said. Her voice was flat too, but it had an edge like anger.  It wasn’t anger, “It’s over between us. You left some of your stuff at my house. I put it in a box on the porch, you can come get it whenever”.

Artie’s right hand was gripping a little plastic arch with the number “12” on it.  Just then a voice came over the intercom,

“Number 12”, the voice said.

Artie moved to slide off the bench and stood up, he looked down at Katie. “Are you going to stay and eat?”

“No” she pulled her purse over her shoulder and slid off the bench and stood up.  For a moment she and Artie stood close to each other. It didn’t help that she looked unusually beautiful.  Artie didn’t reach for her.  Even the habit of a parting embrace had dried up, his insides felt dried up. He stood feeling awkward for a moment. She looked very straight and dignified. Suddenly perfect. Then she turned and crossed the restaurant toward the door.  Artie’s eyes followed her as she pushed open the glass door and walked out into the parking lot. There was a big, arched window on either side of the door and he saw her as she crossed the parking lot. The warm March sun fell reddish on her hair.  It didn’t help that she looked very beautiful, even at a distance, walking across a parking lot.

“Number 12”, the scratchy intercom voice said again.

Artie went up to the counter and exchanged the plastic arch for a tray with their meals.  The tray held two lunch specials; tacos, enchiladas and piles of beans, orange rice and shredded, colorless lettuce.

Artie set the tray down on the table and picked at the food. Then he got up and walked to the restroom.  He cried a little bit in the bathroom stall then came back out.

When he came back from the bathroom, he saw one of the restaurant employees dumping the tray with the two lunch specials into a garbage can.  She looked up at him. She must have thought he was done eating.

Artie smiled at her vacantly and walked toward the exit.  He crossed the parking lot. That’s one thing that’s hard about being alone in the world, Artie thought as he got into his car; people throw your food away.

title: La Xalapena Mexican Restaurant, Savannah Georgia (550 words)

question: Who is Artie talking to?

answer: Artie is talking to Katie.

question: Why does not Katie want to stay and eat?

answer: It is not stated but it might be because they broke up.

question: Why does Katie leave Artie?

answer: It is not stated.

question: What does Artie learn about being alone?

answer: That people throw your food away.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: Katie and Artie are sitting in a Mexican restaurant, and Katie says that it is over between them. She is not going to stay to eat. When she leaves, Artie goes to the counter, takes their meals, and sets the tray on the table. Then he gets up and goes to the restroom, cries there a bit, and comes back out only to see a restaurant employee dumping the tray with their meals into a garbage can. She must have thought he was done with eating. Artie learns one thing that is hard about being alone - people throw your food away.