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***House of Ypres***

     Everything was falling apart; the walls were melting, the roofs were blown away, the ground was littered with decaying wood and the scent of burning flesh. The scene was devastating for all those who would come across it in the near future – though I didn’t suspect that anyone would vacation here anytime soon. I just sat there dumbfounded, and staring at the destroyed surroundings that vaguely resembled the life I had just yesterday. However fate was cruel, and so were the Angels.
     As I sat there on the verge of tears there was a noise. It was a soft, faint wailing coming from somewhere nearby. I could almost pinpoint the direction but the noise was far too quiet for me to be exact, so I just started walking in the approximate area of the sad sound. The noise stopped and I was about to turn around and start looking elsewhere until it started again.
     Maybe I shouldn’t say it started *again*. This noise was so completely different than the soft cries I heard just moments ago. This sound was terrifying and ear-piercing, and it almost seemed to be saying *hurry, why is it taking so long for you to find me?* Suddenly all my senses were sharp and strong and now the location of the loud, urgent sound became obvious. I rushed over to a pile of wood that had somehow managed to escape unburned, but torn beyond repair. I moved the top wooden plank and a bright lighted shined up at my unsuspecting face.
     This light was violet and warm. It reminded me of the caring embrace of a loved family member after not having seen each other for a long period of time.
     “What in the world…” I trailed off as the light shone brighter and started to move. It began to stir and shift as if it were some living creature that the light had created, and as it turns out, it was. A little silver feline with a black tipped tail emerged, and when it was completely free it jumped off of the pile of rubble and sat on the packed dirt. It looked at me simply, as if it hadn’t just come out of a floating ball of purple light. I turned my attention back to the light – and rightly so for it began to move, rising upwards until it was at eye level with me. Out of nowhere, and without any warning signs, the light flared up to what I had to assume was full brightness, and then started fading until it had fully disappeared.
     Totally stunned and unsure of how to proceed, I turned to the little silver cat who was still staring at me as if it were expecting something. This was all too weird so I had decided to start walking. I didn’t have anywhere to go and I didn’t even know which direction was north, but I didn’t really care.  I just wanted to be anywhere but here. Everyone I knew and everything I cherished had been blown to smithereens.
     I walked through a puddle, and heard something splash through it, a few paces behind me. With liquid rimming my eyes I turned around and furiously stomped my way over to the fragile looking animal that was no more than five feet away from me. With each footstep a cloud of dust surrounded my feet, and when I came to a stop, the dust settled.
     “What do you want from me, huh?” I practically screamed at the cat. “I can’t feed you or take care of you. I don’t even know what you are! So stop following me!”
     I had to stop, take a breath, and wipe away the tears that had fallen without my permission. I knew that the poor cat had nothing to do with the current circumstances of my village or myself but I needed someone or something to blame, something to scream at. *I just need someone to tell me that this feeling won’t last forever and that things will go back to normal soon*, I thought.
     “So basically you want someone to lie to you,” the cat responded in a somewhat uninterested fashion.
     “That’s not what I mea—” I stopped abruptly. That cat just *responded* to me. What’s more, it responded to my *thoughts*. It took everything I had not to pass out right then and there; I even grabbed my stomach thinking that I was definitely going to lose my lunch.
     “Oh stop being a wuss,” it mumbled under its breath. “My name is Sinister and I am one of the most highly respected female felines in the Kingdom.
     My head was spinning out of control; I had lost my tongue, and my ability to move and everything seemed so far away. I was too confused, too stunned by all of this that I couldn’t function in the slightest.
     “What’s wrong?” Sinister asked chuckling to herself. “Cat got your tongue?”
     Somehow that tasteless joke was what triggered my body to start again, though I was still a little shaky.
     “I’m dreaming,” I said softly. “That’s all.”
     “Oh, c’mon,” she chimed, “A dream? That’s so cliché. No dear, I’m real, and so are the Angels who sent me.”
     “Angels?” my head perked up. Finally something familiar, something I knew, although it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. The Angels are evil. *They bombed my village*, I thought angrily.
     “No, no, no,” she shook her head furiously. “You better be careful what you think dear, they hear it all.”
     I turned and started walking again. I didn’t care what ‘they’ heard, I was angry and broken and I would think whatever I wanted. Besides it would be indecent to look into others thoughts.
     “The Angels who sent me are the real Angels,” Sinister continued. “The ‘Angels’ here are nothing but humans with unique powers that create chaos and destruction and pass themselves off as immortals. It wasn’t a bad idea, only now the real Angels are upset.”
     For the umpteenth time today I was completely lost. The real Angels? There’s only one group of Angels, they ruled this place, and they’re evil. I thought I was so sure about this fact, so why did I suddenly doubt what I knew? I sat down on the hard ground and leaned on the side of a house that now, literally, only had one side.
     “Listen, that purple ball of light wasn’t just light, it was power,” she said quickly, obviously taking advantage of the doubt that she most definitely read in my thoughts. “I came out of it but I’m not the only thing it was carrying. They gave you a gift.”
     “No, they gave me a talking, mind-reading cat,” I threw back at her.
     “They gave you an *intelligent*, talking, mind-reading cat,” she corrected. “And that’s not all they gave you. I said the light was power, don’t you want to know where that power disappeared to?”
     I didn’t. I really didn’t want to know any more than I already did. This was far too much for me to handle alone – but who would I tell? Nothing was normal anymore, so maybe it would be better to adapt. I was also a little curious. I shook my head.
     “Where did it go?” I asked, clearly not actually wanting an answer.
     “The power went into you,” she said softly as if not to break the thin layer of calm that I wrapped around myself, and she was right to do so.
     I froze, also afraid of disturbing not only my mask of calm but my sanity which was currently hanging in the balance. *Power?* I thought, *but why?*
     At this the cat flicked her tail and gave me a smile that made me understand exactly why they called her Sinister, “For revenge of course.”

title: I'm a grade 10 art school student looking for some positive criticism on my short story about a cat.

question: What made the terrifying noise?

answer: A light that transformed into a cat.

question: Who does the narrator believe is responsible for the bombing of their village?

answer: The narrator believes that the Angels are responsible for the bombing of their village.

question: What is the cat's name?

answer: The cat's name is Sinister.

question: What did the ball of light end up being?

answer: The ball of light ended up being a power that went inside the narrator.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator sits in the remains of their village destroyed by the Angels. All of a sudden they hear a piercing noise. They check it out to find a ball of light and a cat. The cat talks to the narrator and tells them that the Angels sent her. She explains that the Angels that the narrator knows of are just humans with powers that cause chaos. She continues explaining that the real Angels sent her, and that the light she saw earlier was power that they gifted to her.


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i had a cat.
it was older than me,
i think its name was pepper?
we had a fold out couch.
one christmas,
he was asleep under it.
we crushed pepper.
on christmas.
my parents got us a new one
i dont even remember its name...
we were backing out of the driveway
mum screamed
said stay in the car
i remember seeing this kitten
i was on my way to kindergarten.
it had one eye..
i couldnt even comprehend what had happened.
i left
had nap time
blissfuly unaware.
when i got home
we had a new kitten
i cant even remember its name..
scroll forward a year
my grandma comes over
her dog was always angry.
it strutted into the room
and tore up our kitten.
my parents tried to shield me from what happened
but i remember.
one of them
we had for a long time
Jack.
that old indestructible bastard.
nothing could phase him,
he was a fucking pirate
lost an eye to cancer,
weeks later lost a foot.
that paw Jack.
hah..
years
and years we also had Esmerelda.
we always called her kitten
but my sister
always insisted we call her by that name.
we never did.
the saddest day is when something dies without a name.
the whole time we had a dog.
she was always there
every time we yelled "out"
shed patiently wait for us to let her back in.
15 years.
shed been run over, i spent 2 days in her cage at the veterinarians,
and she soldiered through.
i told her everything,
she listened.
Peaches
the best dog ive ever had the fortune of meeting.
i couldnt even make it to the vets on her last day,
i still feel like shit.
goodbye Peaches
i hope you know what you meant to me

title: Peaches

question: Why did the author's parents get a new cat?

answer: Because they accidentally killed the old one by folding out the couch when the cat was under it.

question: Did the kitten that the author saw on their way to kindergarten have some kind of accident?

answer: Probably yes because he has one eye.

question: What cats' names are mentioned in the passage?

answer: Pepper, Jack, and Esmeralda.

question: How long did the author have a dog?

answer: For 15 years.


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WILLIAM DE WHITE (b. September 4, 1951), better known as GUY JUKE, is a Austin, Texas–based graphic artist and musician. As a poster artist he created memorable imagery for nightclubs such as Armadillo World Headquarters and was one of the 'Armadillo Art Squad'. His work is recognized for its blocky, sharp-edged figures on angular, geometric settings. Often darkly detailed, his work include shadowy and angular figures inspired by horror films, haunting western landscapes, and loopy cartoon characters.

Personal life

Guy Juke was born in San Angelo, Texas on September 4th, 1951. Early on his father recognized his son's natural artistic talent and encouraged him by providing him with private art lessons.[1] Juke gave up his formal art training to join a commune in his hometown.[2] After moving to Austin in late 1972 he became Guy Juke.

Juke is married to Austin musician Jo Carol Pierce. They began their relationship in 1990 while working on a show called “The Wedding at the End of the World”. He was contributing art and she was writing monologues for the show. [3]

Graphic artist

Arriving in Austin Juke began his career writing and illustrating underground comics. Immersing himself in the Austin music scene, particularly the Armadillo World Headquarters, Juke became acquainted with local music poster artists. Soon he began creating concert posters himself.[4] He developed a recognizable style using blocky, sharp-edged figures on angular, geometric settings. [5] His work is slso recognized for its darkly detailed, sometimes shadowy figures inspired by horror films, haunting western landscapes, and loopy cartoon characters.[6]

Poster historian Nels Jacobson wrote about Juke, “More than any other Austin poster artist, his work exhibits a strikingly broad cross-section of styles - from realistic portraits to Merrie Melodies takeoffs, from old-style ersatz woodcuts to New Wave minimalism.” [7]

His talent earned him recognition as one of the artists collectively known as the 'Armadillo Art Squad', a group centered around the Armadillo World Headquarters music scene. The group includes Micael Priest and Jim Franklin, Kerry Awn, Danny Garrett, Bill Narum, and Sam Yeates.

He created concert posters using his unique graphic design for many performers including Joe Ely, B-52s, Willie Nelson, Frank Zappa, Talking Heads, Pavarotti, Asleep at the Wheel, and Roy Buchanan.

Juke's posters from the AWHQ era have become sought after collector's items, as are the silkscreened posters he created for The Austin Chronicle Music Awards and Austin's Carnaval. [8]

Juke's cubist bepop styled work is featured as the album cover for Joe Ely's 1980 Live Shots album.[9] He is also credited with the cover art of The Ramones 1981 album _Pleasant Dreams_. Juke provided cover art for The Austin Chronicle from their beginning. In 2002, the Chronicle chose his Escher-esque self-meditation work for their 21st anniversary's cover. [10]

Video game maker Richard Garriott sought out Armadillo artists and Juke was one of those who responded, helping infuse funky alternative Austin into Garriott's high tech games. [11]

When author and musician Kinky Friedman campaigned for Texas Governor in 2006, Juke designed the campaign logos and posters.[12]

Musician

In addition to his graphic art, Juke has performed as a guitarist with Butch Hancock, Ponty Bone, Doak Snead and as Blackie White in the Cornell Hurd Band.

Exhibitions

The South Austin Popular Culture Center hosted a solo exhibition of Juke's art in 2005, May 21 - June 11. The exhibit drew heavily from the Armadillo World Headquarters era, when Juke's artistic career became popular. The retrospective included posters for shows by Frank Zappa, Talking Heads, Rickie Lee Jones, as well as Texans Asleep at the Wheel and Townes Van Zandt.[13]

In 2016 Juke's work was included in the “Homegrown: Austin Music Posters 1967 to 1982” exhibit, mounted by the Wittliff Collections at Texas State University in San Marcos. The exhibit's posters provide a visual definition of Austin as it morphed from a late ’60s quiet college town into a counterculture center. [14][15]

Partial bibliography

-   _Visual Thrills Vol. 1: 44 Posters and paintings by Austin artist Guy Juke_ (Void of Course Publishing Co., Inc.1980)

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title: Guy Juke

question: How was White's artistic work so recognized?

answer: His work was recognized for its blocky, sharp-edged figures on angular, geometric settings.


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Written in collaboration with redditor jsutton96

As Johnathan walked into the room he took a deep breath. The stench of bourbon burned his nostrils, Brad was drunk again. Sitting in his old chair with drink in hand, eyes lined with crust from days of not bathing, and glass tipped lazily in his hand. After a few long seconds of just staring Brad threw the glass it shattered across mantle of the fireplace like a rain drop on a windshield. Johnathan stood silent frozen with shock at Brad's sudden outburst. Brad yelled for the kids to come clean up the mess. He yelled for a good while. His eyes filled with despair as he then realized why the kids had not come down yet. Years of abusive behavior had caused the kids to be taken away from the house by child protective services. They were now in the same foster home Brad himself had grown up in. He knew that their lives would not be much better there as it was at home. The place was run down with a leaky roof and chipping paint. Brad looked at Johnathan who was still standing in the same spot, and told him to make him a sammich. Johnathan did not move. Brad got up and said it again this time louder. Johnathan still did not move. Brad then got in Johnathan's face and yelled even louder causing to back up a few inches. Johnathan then looked in Brad's eyes and said "Brad we're out of bread". Brad then proceeded to sit back down in the chair. Johnathan left the room to go pack his bags, he was going to stay with his sister for awhile who was now the worlds youngest lawyer starting her own office at the age of 5. Brad sat there unmoving only to get up to use the bathroom which was an old urn. He shot himself a week later. (Moral of the story never run out of bread)

title: r/funny didn't approve, maybe you guys will

question: What is bourbon?

answer: a type of whiskey

question: What is Brad and Johnathan's relationship?

answer: Brad and Johnathan appear to be in a romantic relationship. Brad is abusive.

question: Why does Brad call for the kids?

answer: He calls them to clean up his mess after he smashes a glass. He has forgotten that Child Protective Services removed the children due to his abusive behavior.

question: Why did Brad shoot himself?

answer: the story does not answer this question

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Brad, an abusive alcoholic, has an outburst which causes his partner, Johnathan, to leave. Brad kills himself after the incident.


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ISAIAH 34 is the thirty-fourth chapter of the Book of Isaiah in the Hebrew Bible or the Old Testament of the Christian Bible.[1] This book contains the prophecies attributed to the prophet Isaiah, and is a part of the Book of the Prophets.[2] The Jerusalem Bible groups chapters 28-35 together as a collection of “poems on Israel and Judah”,[3] although this chapter is addressed to all nations and to Edom in particular.

Text

The original text was written in Hebrew language. This chapter is divided into 17 verses.

Textual witnesses

Some early manuscripts containing the text of this chapter in Hebrew are found among the Dead Sea Scrolls, i.e., the Isaiah Scroll (1QLSA; complete; 356-100 BCE[4]), and of the Masoretic Text tradition, which includes Codex Cairensis (895 CE), the Petersburg Codex of the Prophets (916), Aleppo Codex (10th century), Codex Leningradensis (1008).

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.[5] Isaiah 34 is a part of the _Prophecies about Judah and Israel (Isaiah 24–35)_. {S}: closed _parashah_.

    {S} 34:1-17 {S}

Verse 1

    _Come near, ye nations, to hear; and hearken, ye people:_

        _let the earth hear, and all that is therein;_

            _the world, and all things that come forth of it._[6]

Verse 10

    _It shall not be quenched night nor day;_

        _the smoke thereof shall go up for ever:_

    _from generation to generation it shall lie waste;_

        _none shall pass through it for ever and ever._[7]

-   “Quenched”: from the Hebrew root: k-b-h (, _kabah_, “to be quenched or extinguished, to go out”[8]), is also used in Isaiah 1:31 and 66:24 for: “the fire that shall not be quenched”; of the servant in 42:3, that “a dimly burning wick ('smoking flax') he will not quench”; as well as in 43:17: 'those who oppose the LORD'S path are “quenched like a wick”'.

[1] Holman Illustrated Bible Handbook. Holman Bible Publishers, Nashville, Tennessee. 2012.

[2] Theodore Hiebert, et al. 1996. _The New Interpreter's Bible: Volume VI_. Nashville: Abingdon.

[3] Jerusalem Bible (1966), Isaiah section E: Poems on Israel and Judah

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

[6]  KJV

[7]  KJV

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title: Isaiah 34

question: Who is Isaiah?

answer: A prophet from the Hebrew Bible/Old Testament.

question: Summarize everything relating to verse 1.

answer: Verse 1 calls on everything and everyone in the world to hear the verses/prophecies that follow. The footnote 'KJV' indicates the text is copied from the King James Version of the Bible.

question: How many verses are directly quoted in the article?

answer: Two: verse 1 and verse 10, both based on the Aleppo Codex.

question: What is Isaiah 34 about?

answer: The Judah/Israel prophecies.

question: To which religion(s) does this text relate?

answer: Mentions of the Hebrew and Christian Bibles imply Judaism and Christianity.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the 34th chapter of the Book of Isaiah in the Hebrew Bible/Old Testament, including the text from verses 1 and 10.


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[Photo: Robyn Lee]

Whether you're navigating a wine list or plotting an evening of BYO (or ordering delivery and opening what's in the fridge), choosing wine that will taste good with Indian food is quite a pairing predicament. First of all, there's the challenge of chilies and a wide range of vibrant spices, and second, there's the issue of finding a wine that will go well with the whole range of dishes that you select. For this week's 'Ask a Somm', we turned to a few pros for advice, both general and specific.

We asked sommeliers from around the country for a few broad wine recommendations for pairing with an Indian meal, as well as their wine picks for three of our favorite dishes. Here's what they had to say.

A Bit of General Advice

"GERMAN RIESLINGS are hands down the best wine for Indian food. The slight sweetness these wines often posses tends to balance out the spice in these dishes."_— Patrick Cappiello (Pearl & Ash)_

"Riesling is a popular answer, but I'm not gonna lie: crisp, ICE-COLD LAGER would be my first choice."—_Carla Rzeszewski (The Spotted Pig, The Breslin, and The John Dory Oyster Bar)_

"One category I've found friendly for Indian cuisine is ALSATIAN PINOT GRIS. By no means is the acidity so rapier-like, as in Riesling, to strip every element of the dish off your palate. This, to me, is important, because the most important element of food and beverage is the interaction—this is most apparent after you've swallowed, or sipped. There's an aftertaste; this ethereal lingering, and one should 'feel' something of both the dish and the beverage. Texture-wise, the Pinot Gris of Alsace have a creaminess that complements a lot of the texture in this cuisine."_— Scott Cameron (Atera)_

"Normally I like to drink wines from regions where the food comes from. Since we are in India that probably won't work, so let's get to the drawing board. We have some very intensely flavored dishes here so I want to keep the alcohol in check. I think a wine that is chilled also adds a nice refreshing component to the pairing and when spice comes into the mix, I like a little residual sweetness as well."_— Sabato Sagaria MS (The Little Nell Hotel)_

"Wines with a touch of residual sugar are a great foil to the spiciness. Off-Dry Rieslings and Gewurztraminers can be particularly rewarding. A demi-sec sparkling wine also works really well. The big thing to avoid with spicy food is tannin and oak. Put away those big Napa Cabs when it's time for Indian food."_—Jason Wagner (Henri, The Gage)_

"I always look for off-dry or phenolic whites, eventually rosé, and more rarely red. For the off dry white, you can really have fun with a lot of wines people don't really drink anymore like old Sauternes, Jurancon, off dry Vouvrau, Cabernet d'Anjou (an off dry rosé); of course off dry riesling. Skin-fermented Friuli wines works also pretty well."_— Pascaline Lepeltier (Rouge Tomate)_

Wines for Lamb Vindaloo

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"ALSATIAN GEWURZTRAMINER can be great with lamb vindaloo."_—Jeremy Quinn (Telegraph, Webster,Bluebird,Reno)_

"I would go with a ROSÉ MADE FROM SYRAH (and if you can find a back vintage rosé, all the better.) It doesn't have to be old, but a year or two older would work wonders. Or Spanish rosato made from Mencia grape would do just as well."_— Arthur Hon (Sepia)_

"Generally for Indian food, I recommend off-dry whites (Rieslings, Pinot Gris) or chilled, fruity or spicy reds (Gamey, Dolcetto, Freisa, Grenache). For the lamb dish: CABERNET FRANC FROM LIEU DIT in the Santa Ynez Valley, 2011. It's slightly carbonic with a bit of prickle that makes the wine very juicy to drink."—_Hristo Zisovski (Altamarea Group)_

"For whites I'd go with a blend, which offered aromatic bursts to complement the spices in the dish, along with both body to match the dish and enough acid to refresh. Arbe Garbe's MALVASIA BLEND from Russian River Valley would be my pick. Red? Low alcohol, chillable Grenache or a gulpable Gamay such as Marcel Lapierre's Raisins Gaulois."—_Carla Rzeszewski (The Spotted Pig, The Breslin, and The John Dory Oyster Bar)_

"Spicy Lamb Vindaloo can light you up if you're not careful. Something like BUGEY CERDON would be fun to try and hopefully mellow some of that heat, not to mention it's delicious and kind of unique."_— Sabato Sagaria MS (The Little Nell Hotel)_

Wines for Chicken Korma

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"This would be the dish I'd roll the dice with for a SHERRY-STYLE WINE: Amontillado such as Perez Barquero's Gran Barquero. As long as the spices in the dish were more aromatic and less actually spicy, the fuller-bodied Amontillado (it's made with the grape Pedro Ximenez, as it comes from Montilla rather than the Sherry region of Jerez) could stand up to the dish but play with the aromatic component. "—_Carla Rzeszewski (The Spotted Pig, The Breslin, and The John Dory Oyster Bar)_

"For Chicken Korma, choose ROSÉ MADE FROM GRENACHE or a Grenache blend. The roundness of the coconut milk and yogurt provide a distinct texture component to the dish that needs to be addressed with the right rosé. I'd choose a Provencal-style Grenache based rose as opposed to the Spanish kind. The key is to provide some body in the wine without overpowering the dish. Cerasuolo d'Abruzzo, an Italian rosé made with Montelpuciano (a dark thick skin red grape) will work just as well."_— Arthur Hon (Sepia)_

"Chicken Korma tends to be a little more mild on the spice so you could try something like GEWURZTRAMINER or a Condrieu. A little Riesling never hurt but something with some richness so perhaps something like Domaine Weinbach's L'Inedit."_— Sabato Sagaria MS (The Little Nell Hotel)_

"An AGED MOSEL RIESLING, when it starts to have aromas of elderflower and yuzu (you can also do NY riesling); or an aromatic wheat beer like the white nest from Hitachino."_— Pascaline Lepeltier (Rouge Tomate)_

"With the Chicken Korma, we need to be aware of not only the spice, but also the coconut milk and cream elements. Here I would choose A RELATIVELY LOW ALCOHOL WINE to moderate the spice while bringing in some fresh acidity to cut the creamy richness of the dish. The aromatic and bright 2012 Banyan Gewürztraminer from Monterey County in California is around $13 and offers a perfectly refreshing counterpoint to each bite."—_Brian Smith (Club W)_

Wines for Saag Paneer

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"With Saag Paneer I'm looking for a white with great acidity to cut through the cheese but also some good weight so let's POP A COUPLE AUSTRIAN WINES maybe a Riesling Smaragd and a Gruner Smaragd and let them fight it out Mad Max Style: 'Two wines enter, one wine leaves.'"_— Sabato Sagaria MS (The Little Nell Hotel)_

"With saag paneer, I enjoy lighter-bodied, BRISK REDS, like Austrian St.-Laurent or Beaujolais."_—Jeremy Quinn (Telegraph, Webster,Bluebird,Reno)_

"For Saag Paneer, look for a rosé that's high in acidity and mineral quality. ROSÉ FROM SANCERRE OR GERMANY or Pinot Noir-based rose will be delightful! The key is to provide a great palate cleansing effect for the spinach that's been enriched with cheese."_— Arthur Hon (Sepia)_

"A wine that wants greens alongside it, yet with a little body. Perhaps a SAUVIGNON BLANC from Northern Italy? A little Manincor, perhaps? A little Venica Ronca del Cero? Or even the Massican Sauvignon Blanc from Napa! That wine is super pretty and fleshy in the best way. All three are similar: floral, pretty Sauvignons that flirt with you rather than threaten you with their brash green notes. It's like all this hidden softness comes rolling out of these wines... These are the wines that made me love Sauvignon Blanc. Feminine, powerful, delicious."—_Carla Rzeszewski of The Spotted Pig, The Breslin, and The John Dory Oyster Bar_

WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DRINK WHEN YOU'RE EATING INDIAN FOOD?

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question: What is the main focus of this article?

answer: Recommended wine pairings for different types of Indian food.

question: List the wines recommended for pairing with Lamb Vindaloo.

answer: Alsatian Gewurtztraminer, Rosé made from Syrah, Cabernet Franc from Lieu Dit, Malvasia Blend, and Bugey Cerdon

question: Who is Carla Rzeszewski?

answer: A sommelier from The Spotted Pig, The Breslin, and The John Dory Oyster Bar

question: Summarize the disclaimer at the end of the article.

answer: The editors may earn a commission on purchases of the linked products.

question: When was this article published?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: Who is the target audience of this article?

answer: Wine drinkers looking for the right wine to pair with Indian food.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article serves as a guide for which ones to pair with different types of Indian food, such as lamb vindaloo, chicken korma, and saag paneer. The recommendations are made by professional sommelieers from around the country.


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The following video is one of the best examples of why every person in America should be armed, especially in your own home. James Cvengros was sitting at home minding his own business when he hears his neighbor Twain Thomas screaming in the hallway. He looks out his door, notices a bad situation and decides his best move is to remain inside and lock the door. Within seconds, Twain Thomas has kicked through the door wielding a machete in a horror movie type fashion. This is the position your average anti-gunner has never been in. The full realization of when seconds count, police are only minutes away. If a maniac has the intention to harm you in happens much faster than in the movies, you don’t typically get a 10-minute murderer chase scenes in real life.

Take note because James Cvengros did everything correct in this video. At first sign of a problem, he turned on a video camera. He did not directly engage or instigate the assailant. Cvengros had the full legal right to shoot much sooner, yet caught full video evidence that his life was in absolute danger.

If you do not have a firearm in your home that is readily available for use, just place yourself in this situation. You may never have a crazy person try kill you with a machete, but would you rather have 911 on speed dial or a 9mm on the night stand?

CVENGROS: “I DIDN’T WANT TO DO THAT… YOU WERE GONNA KILL ME”

THOMAS: “YOU’RE RIGHT, I WAS”

CVENGROS: “WELL THEN I DID THE RIGHT THING”

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Phoenix Horton

Phoenix is the Co-Founder of DontComply.com, ComeAndTakeItAmerica.com, and host of the Don't Comply Radio Show.

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question: What is James Cvengros relation to Twain Thomas?

answer: They are neighbors and in a video, James is seen being attacked by Twain.

question: What does the author of the post strongly believe?

answer: That every American should be armed.

question: How does Twain attack his neighbor James?

answer: Kicks through the door wielding a machete.

question: Who is Phoenix Horton?

answer: The author of the post and co-founder of DontComply.com

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer:
The author of the post shares a video and describes it as an example of why every American should be armed.
Phoenix Horton (the author) continues to narrate the video, describing a man (James Cvengros) being attacked in his own home by a crazy neighbor wielding a machete.


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STANLEY THOMAS AMOS (born 1907, date of death unknown) was an English professional footballer of the 1920s. Born in Cradley Heath, Staffordshire, he joined Gillingham from Cradley Heath St Luke's in 1926 and went on to make 31 appearances for the club in The Football League, scoring 13 goals. He left to return to his former club in 1928.[1][2]

[1]

[2]

title: Stanley Amos

question: What team did Stanley Amos play for?

answer: Gillingham

question: Where was Stanley Amos born?

answer: Cradley Heath, Staffordshire

question: When did Stanley Amos die?

answer: His date of death is unknown

question: Why did Stanley Amos leave Gillingham?

answer: To return to his former club

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Stanley Amos was an English footballer who played for Gillingham from 1926 to 1928.


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[At the intersection of Suburbia Terrace and Suburbia Drive] COUNTRY VILLAGE is a residential enclave in the southwestern corner of the Greenville section on the West Side of Jersey City, New Jersey that was built as planned community in the early 1960s.

Design and geography

[Filled Morris Canal backs some of the yards in the neighborhood.] Designed as “suburbia-in-the-city” the community consists of one-family Colonial style homes, two-family Cape Cod-style homes, and one-family ranch-style homes streets with the names Sycamore Road, Norcroft Road, Suburbia Terrace, Delmar Road, and Oakdale Road. The houses are densely placed and some have garages so there are few front gardens, though most streets are tree-lined.

Country Village is enclosed on its southern and western perimeter side by New Jersey Route 440, across from which is Newark Bay. Access to the waterfront is limited due to the highway, presenting an obstacle to the development of the Hackensack RiverWalk planned along its shores. The city-line with Bayonne cuts through a small southern part of the neighborhood. The line was originally created along the banks of the Morris Canal, a short filled section of the national historic site running through Country Village as an unmarked, undeveloped, right of way.[1] It creates the official eastern perimeter of the enclave, though the western slope descending from Kennedy Boulevard is somewhat similar in style and character. Danforth Avenue, a major crosstown and commercial street of Greenville, is to the north, its intersection at West Side Avenue marking the origination point of that avenue.[2] To the south are the approaches to two bay crossings, [3] the Newark Bay Bridge and the Lehigh Valley Railroad Bridge.

The neighborhood is in the city's Ward “A”[4] and along with neighboring Bayonne is part of Freeholders District 1.[5]

History

The purpose of the new housing was to offer middle-income urban dwellers an opportunity to buy homes in a residential area with an “out of town” feel without the need for long commutes. In 1959 Jersey City Planning Commission rezoned the undeveloped industrial tract for residential use. Census figures for the city had revealed a steady decline in the population. (After reaching a height of 316,715 in 1930 and by 1960 the downward trend had reached 276,101.) It was hoped that the creation of new residential districts would increase the population of the city once again. The low-lying area had never been developed because of drainage and sewerage problems. Interested parties in the site were discouraged by the land reclamation requirements for factories to be constructed there. In 1960, however, the builder Alexander Muss took on the task of filling in the lowland area with 400,000 square yards of landfill costing over $500,000. When completed, the 553 houses that cost from $19,000 to $23,000 were reportedly all sold by 1964.[6]

Transportation

-   New Jersey Transit buses 10[7] and 129[8] run along Kennedy Boulevard south to Bayonne and north to Journal Square with continuing service via Jersey City Heights to the Port Authority Bus Terminal.[9]
-   A&C West Side buses run along West Side Avenue to McGinley Square, Grove Street Station to Newport Centre Mall and Exchange Place.
-   New Jersey Transit bus 80[10] along Danforth Avenue and West Side Avenue to Journal Square and Exchange Place.

[1] JC Online:Morris Canal (Map mentioned in that article)

[2]

[3] Wikimapia:Newark Bay at Jersey City

[4]

[5] Freeholder District 1, Hudson County, New Jersey. Accessed January 15, 2011.

[6] NJCU:Country Village

[7] http://www.njtransit.com/pdf/bus/T0010.pdf NJT 10

[8] http://www.njtransit.com/pdf/bus/T0119.pdf 119

[9] Routes 10/99S schedule

[10] NJT 80 schedule

title: Country Village, Jersey City

question: Where is Country Village located?

answer: You can find Country Village in the Greenville section on the West Side of Jersey City.

question: Why was Country Village created?

answer: It was created so that middle-income urban dweller can find cheaper homes that are close to the city.

question: What kind of style are the houses in Country Village?

answer: They are designed as “suburbia-in-the-city” houses. They are mostly one-family Colonial- style homes, two-family Cape Cod-style homes, etc

question: What benefit was Country Village suppose to provide for Jersey City?

answer: It was hoped that places like Country Village will increase the population of the city.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer:
Country Village is a residential area located at a corner of the Greensville section on the West Side of Jersey City.

It was created to enable urban-dwellers to find a cheaper place to live while still able to commute to the city.

The houses in the Country Village are built-in one-family Colonial-style homes, two-family Cape Cod-style homes, and one-family ranch-style homes.

It was hoped that places like Country Village will increase the population of Jersey City.


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this isn't real. or is it more real than anything i've ever seen? i knew it the moment i opened my eyes: i'm somewhere else. this place was designed to put me at ease. i just walked a scary path, but i think i am in heaven now.

"we like to call it stage 4," a voice boomed from above. did he just hear my thoughts? "yes. you will note that sentient lives are generally partitioned into 3 stages: growing up, self-manifestation, and winding down."

i was convinced it was a simulation. "oh, it is." then where am i? "we like to call it stage 4," he repeated. "we have found that when most sentient beings enter stage 4, the first thing they ask is, 'am i safe?'". i assume you're trying to convey that this is a good universe. "precisely; it is the least we can do to ease your transition." many people die every minute. shouldn't you be moving on to someone else?" "i already am. to put it crudely, i'm a piece of software representing the chief architect. i am here but i am also many other places. like the being in asimov's 'last answer.'" you said that the first thing people wonder... "i know where you're going with this. you're going to say what kind of creator am i, if beings in my universe don't even know if this is a good one."

not only do you read my thoughts, you read where my thoughts are going. but yes, what kind of creator are you? "trying to push the balance toward good is not as easy as it sounds, at least without giving away the answer. sentient life is *art*. it would take something away to reveal ourselves. you would have gotten less out of it; thought it was less real. and besides, whether or not there is a creator, people should generally behave as if there isn't."

so am i plugged in from the outer universe? "no. you were born truly in this universe. and so you must stay in this universe. we made stage 4 to... make amends. not to you in particular, necessarily, but given the great number of beings who suffer, we created this place for all of you. it is anything you want it to be, including being reborn into stage 1, or designing your own sub-universes, or even going quietly into the night."

and what about you? what happens when you die? "i wish i knew," the voice boomed from above. "in a way, i greatly envy you."

title: welcome to stage 4

question: What are the three stages of sentient lives?

answer: Growing up, self-manifestation, and winding down.

question: Where is the narrator?

answer: They are in stage 4.

question: Who is the narrator speaking to?

answer: A piece of software representing the chief architect.

question: What happens when the software dies?

answer: The software is unsure of what happens then.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator thinks they are in heaven. A voice lets them know that they are in stage 4, a place for anyone to decide what they want to do next. The voice belongs to a software representing the chief architect. They tell the person that they envy them.


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I wrote this first draft for an English creative writing assessment, it's probably terrible, so constructive criticism is welcome! Sorry I haven't done any for other stories, I'm kinda new to writing and I just discovered this subreddit.
Btw, you'll probably be able to spot the influences in this story ;)

Tight leather gloves gripped the wheel, as the sound of the engines fired up. A deep roar reverberated through the vehicle, sending shivers down Harvey's spine. The 1970 Chevy Nova sped off in a burst of speed with an almighty cacophony of metal and rubber. Harvey was on the hunt.

Heading down the interstate, Harvey stroked the Glock next to him in anticipation. In his mind, he purred. Seeing the neon sign of his favourite diner, he pulled over and parked his machine. One snakeskin boot at a time, Harvey sauntered out of the car and escaped the night, pushing his way into "Drool and Dine." This particular watering-hole was a seedy, run down place by the road, but it added to the charm that was so enticing.

"The usual?" A gravelly voice echoed from the counter, where a dishevelled man stood, wearing a greasy apron. Harvey nodded his head and sat down in the nearest seat. His beady eyes watched the owner of the fair establishment shuffle into the kitchen. The fluorescent lights flickered faintly through the layer of cigarette smoke filtering through Harvey's lips. This man's addiction was not in the nicotine, but in what he was about to do next. With a flourish, Harvey slid out his Bowie knife, and held it up in the light. It glimmered and shone brilliantly as his leather grip tightened around the handle. He whistled a joyous tune and stood up. Several steps later, he began his work in the kitchen.

By the time Harvey returned home, blood washed out of his jacket, the sun shone on his Americana dreamland. Disappointed with his catch last night, Harvey prepared for new prey. His arsenal, packed into his vehicle, included: two shotguns loaded with buck shot, a chainsaw, four Glock pistols (two in the trunk, two under the passenger seats) and his prized Katana taken from a pawn shop.

The desert sun beamed down upon the caked earth. Officer Leon stared through his binoculars, scanning the horizon. After a string of killing sprees terrified the American population, the Highway Patrol was under constant pressure to find the man responsible. Two months of searching had went by, and nothing turned up; it seems as if the killer had disappeared. Leon sat back into his car seat and sighed in exasperation. He reached over and flicked on the radio. A couple of seconds of static. Then, music flooded the dry air, as "Baby It's You" by Smith poured out of the speakers and into Leon's ears. The officer leaned back and placed his feet on the dashboard. 20 minutes went by in a haze of simmering heat and song. Suddenly, a moment of static pierced the police scanner and a voice filtered through.
"Calling Officers to Route 19, a suspected serial killer has been spotted driving up towards El Paso-"

"Officer Leon here, going into pursuit of the suspect." the police officer replied to the voice in the box.

The lights came on in a red and blue flash and the wheels screeched on the shining asphalt. If Leon caught this son of a gun, he thought to himself, he might finally get that promotion. The car sped down the road as Willy DeVilles "It's So Easy" started up on the radio. In the distance, Leon spotted his target parked by the road, the black Chevy Nova glinting in the sunlight. Even as the police car approached, there was no movement. No chances would be taken however; the police officer slid out his magnum revolver and clutched it in his hands. He then flipped a switch and took the responder handset.
"If anybody is there, step out of the vehicle and have your hands placed on the roof of the car." Officer Leon spoke through the loudspeaker, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice.

Suddenly, sparks ignited across the surface of Leon's car hood and the unmistakeable sound of a shotgun blast boomed across the desert. Leon ducked down, the adrenaline suppressing any pain he might be now in. Tires squealed as the other vehicle escaped, leaving the police car in the dust. Leon got up and fumbled with the ignition, ignoring the blood seeping out of his left arm. The engine revved up and the police officer got back onto the desert road in hot pursuit.

The humid air made Harvey's mind go in circles. Why did he make the mistake of coming here? Was he that stupid to get caught now? He pushed these thoughts out of his head, as he knew it didn't matter. It was only a game of cat and mouse now. Harvey pushed the accelerator down to the floor and continued the chase.

Leon felt the thrill of the hunt, now that he was in the shoes of the predator. He could see his prey getting ever closer, as he caught up to the speeding psychopath. Leon licked his lips and took the handgun out again. He lowered the window and aimed the piece at the other car. Firing a few rounds, all of varying accuracy, Leon knew he had to get closer to his target. The police car sped up with it's blue and red lights reflecting in the Chevy's side mirrors. In almost an instant, the killers car turned down a side road that Leon didn't even notice beforehand. He followed the vehicle and with a grin on his face, the officer caught up.

Now the two fast cars were in touching distance, Leon pulled out his magnum and shot.
The first bullet glanced off the back of the bumper.
The second bullet pierced through the rear window and stopped inside a passenger seat.
The third bullet flew through the air and hit it's mark, the rear tire exploding into pieces of rubber.

The Chevy Nova was then smashed from behind by the aggressive police car. All control the killer had was now lost in those final moments of the car chase. It flipped onto it's side and skidded across the road, sparks flying wildly in the air. A satisfying crunch filled Leon's ears as the metal grinded and dented. The officer had to apprehend the suspect now, so he parked his cruiser and got out.

All of the wreckage was littered over the landscape, with the main chassis laying dead in the dirt. Leon edged closer to the car, handgun still held between his white knuckles. He knocked on the seemingly empty cage of the car, but in the corner of his eye, he saw a gloved hand poking out. The police officer strolled over and aimed his gun at the man inside. Unfortunately, the man was doing the same to him.

Harvey adjusted the grip on his second Glock and kept the cops head in his sights. Somehow, someway, he'd get out of this situation, but first, he had to sort out this mexican standoff.

title: [AA] Summertime Killer

question: Summarize the main conflict.

answer: The main conflict is the chase between police officer Leon and serial killer Harvey. Harvey just killed again, but ended up in an area where police and Leon had been in pursuit of him before. It's Leon's ultimate goal to catch him, and Harvey's ultimate goal to get away. When Harvey has been spotted, Leon goes on a high-speed chase to catch him. The conflict never truly ends because when Harvey's car crashes due to Leon, he's still plotting to shoot Leon.

question: What does the text say about clothing?

answer: Harvey is adorned in leather. He wears snakeskin boots and tight leather gloves. After he kills someone, he has to wash his blood-covered jacket.

question: Summarize Leon's main goal.

answer: Leon has been searching for a serial killer for two months. That serial killer turns out to be Harvey, who was recently spotted on Route 19. Leon sets out to catch him in a high speed chase. If he catches Harvey, he envisions himself getting a promotion. Leon faces gunfire, bullet injuries, and the danger of Harvey's speeding car just so that he can catch him.

question: Summarize what happens when Leon realizes Harvey isn't dead from the car crash.


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The first thing I remembered was finding myself in a mist-ridden marsh just around nightfall. It was not the first time I've been there. It seems as if I'm returning to that place due to unlucky circumstances which lead me no other choice but to accept my fate and find a place to stay for the night, however much I want to do the exact opposite: run as far away as I can back into the civilised, for there is something unknown, some peculiar feeling that makes me feel unwanted and a burden to that place. Yet, fate has dropped me off here once again.
How will I go about it this time? I know of some of the traditions and uses the locals have here. For instance, there is a town's hall where the men meet at Sunday to discuss important matters. Only a selection of men is allowed in there, as the outsiders dare not interfere with the local matters. Me being an outsider I was tempted to do just that. An old man with a bleak face blocked me the way murmuring in some distant language probably not yet known by the men of yesterday, or already forgotten by the men of now. I can never access the secrets that lie within, the very information that can keep me out of this eerie place. A place which doesn't want me there yet is appointed by fate to keep me there for periods of time it rather remained hidden and unknown to me.

The first time I remember visiting this place was after a car I was sitting in broke down. I don't remember who was accompanying me at the time, needless to say I didn't see those people again. When we found the first house we could, we asked to stay there. I am the only person I remember seeing after that time. The people who lived there took me in, but there was no sincerity, no intention to it. It was as if they were obliged by higher rules or morals to do the same thing that had happened to them, making them sufferers of the same grey fate as the rest of this secretive community.

I become more and more accustomed being there every time, though I tend to forget the roads and where they all lead to. The sky is an everlasting dark grey, as if the storm never passes, just hangs there to pour down the tentative misery all people are overcome. They still do not give up and continue with their daily life, forgotten of the fact that there is a different world out there, or am I the only one who really dares to dream of a different setting and is that the reason I am not taken seriously by anyone residing there?
How DID I end up here? Why were we driving this way into despair as if no other better routes were open in the first place?

The more I seem to wind up there, the more I seem to understand the functioning of it all, though there is no distinction to be made of what is there and what really isn't. As interchangeable as it is, itis not a certain designated village; more a living being feeding off of the not yet corrupted vicinity on the one hand and leaving places to change to something else again on the other.
A cloud not big enough to hide away all the sunlight.

It is what a Medieval village would look like in its contemporary setting with all the fears and unvertainties of life still present as if technology had not added to the welfare of these people. They were having none of it. It was as alien to them as the place was to me. A clash of ideology and sanity with no arbitrator watching if the rules be applied.
Somehow I managed to find my way out of there finding a deserted busstop amongst tall grass and trees. The darkness of it all did not add to my understanding of it, but there was something that reminded me of modern society, something which is very well known to me and where I can live as a regular person instead of being directed by the commune's wishes. Time had passed very swiftly, though as irrelevant as their language or theiri habits, it did not directly affect me. The existence of it was meaningless from the perspective I was in.

Taking the bus I realized. I didn't want to leave this, I had to find out the reason I was being dragged to that shithole over and over again. What a foolish remark to make though. I know I'll end up there tomorrow again.

title: Dream

question: What emotions does the narrator have with the mist-ridden marsh?

answer: The narrator has feelings of sadness and shock when thinking about the mist-ridden marsh.

question: How can you describe the narrator's emotions throughout the recollection of the memory they are describing?

answer: The narrator is facing some sort of PTSD as they recall this memory. This memory triggers a lot of unwanted feelings in the narrator.

question: To what does the narrator compare the mist-ridden marsh to?

answer: The narrator compares the mist-ridden marsh to what a Medieval village would look like in a contemporary setting.


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It’s like your head is a conference room where all the decisions about your life are made. At the front, there’s this guy in a business suit. He has graphs and charts and PowerPoint presentations, and he’s droning on to
  a group of Japanese businessmen. But they aren’t actually businessmen, and they only resemble the Japanese in
   that they don’t speak his language. They’re more like destructive monkeys, and they aren’t listening to the
business suit. They’re running around and wreaking havoc. They destroy everything. They pull the blinds open and
    shut. They pull strings. And suddenly, you’re doing what the monkeys say. The man in the suit is giving a
presentation and presenting evidence proving that you shouldn’t do it, that you should just leave it, that what
you’re about to do is a bad idea and just leaving it would be good. But the monkeys are in control, and he watches from your pupils with overworked eyes, knowing the grave consequences of your actions.
    Then you’re at the low and you already ignored the suit man once. When you hear a voice that sounds less like
 screeching, you listen. This voice tells you just one flick of silver, just bleed a little. You deserve this,
    remember? You messed up and now you should be punished. He sounds so reasonable, even though it’s suspicious. Your suit man would never tell you this. But you like the way this voice thinks so you listen harder.
         You stupid bitch, you stupid bitch. The suit man swoops in to stop you with the blade frozen on your skin
 and you go to bed, tears in your eyes.
    	The man in the suit watches sadly. He can’t do much to help you. He knows you’re slipping away. The
     monkeys are still running wild and his dark doppelganger still urges you towards blades and pills. He looks so
    weak and tired, so do you. And you’re so very sad, when the doppelganger suggests suicide, you can’t help but
     wonder.
    	The man in the suit springs to action at the front of the room, with a presentation of the joy in your
   mechanized dreams, the future and possibilities. The doppelganger just whispers, “You won’t be sad anymore.
Not     sad, not sad, not sad,” and he’s so compelling. You listen and the suit man keeps talking but he won’t raise
 his    voice. He does still have a little strength, and he cries weakly for help without actually asking. He wants to
 be     saved so you do too.
    	In the car you get the call, and you know exactly who it is before he tells you. You know what your mom’s
     silence means. She’s upset and you don’t want to worry her, but you don’t want to talk. Your brother stays
quiet     then gets mean, but you don’t want to talk to him, so you shut him up. Your mom wants to take your car
but you     won’t let her. If you can’t drive your car, you’re really screwed up. You need to be normal to be ok.

 You’ve thought you were ok a thousand times, but you never are. You don’t know if you ever can be. You’re
    not even sure if you want to be anymore. Ok seems like some far away dream. You don’t remember it and
you don’t know what it looks like. So you wait and see, and maybe someday you’ll understand it again.

title: The Man in the Suit

question: What is the likely gender of the narrator?

answer: The narrator is likely female.

question: Explain the relationship between the man in the suit, his doppelganger, and the destructive monkeys.

answer: The man in the suit is the narrator's conscience trying to set her on the right path that could save her life, while his doppelganger is doing the exact opposite - he undermines the man in the suit at every turn and compels the narrator to hurt herself and commit suicide. The destructive monkeys are the narrator's dark urges and tendencies that are out of control.

question: Why does the narrator's mom want to take her car away?

answer: The narrator's mom probably fears that something bad might happen to the narrator due to the state of her mental health.

question: What if the narrator listened to the dark doppelganger?

answer: She would have committed suicide.


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London: If you thought producers spent millions on James Bond’s Aston Martin DB5, which was put through a series of huge explosions and stunts during the filming of Skyfall, including one scene where the priceless vehicle exploded in flames – think again.

Three replicas of the classic car were created using a large scale 3D printer for the filming of the latest installment from the spy series.

The models double for the now priceless original vehicle from the 1960s in the film’s action scenes.

The models were made by British firm Propshop Modelmakers Ltd, which specialise in the production of film props, and used Voxeljet to print the cars, the Daily mail reported.

“Propshop commissioned us to build three plastic models of the Aston Martin DB5,” voxeljet CEO Dr. Ingo Ederer, said.

“We could have easily printed the legendary sports car in one piece at a scale of 1:3 using our high-end VX4000 printer, which can build moulds and models in dimensions of up to eight cubic metres,” Ederer said.

But the British model builders were pursuing a different approach.

“To ensure that the Aston Martin was as true to detail as possible, and for the purpose of integrating numerous functions into the film models, they decided on an assembly consisting of a total of 18 individual components,” Ederer said.

“The entire body is based on a steel frame, almost identical to how vehicles were assembled in the past. In addition to the automotive industry, foundries, designers and artists, the film industry represents an entirely new customer base for voxeljet.

“3D printing is on the cusp of a great future in the film industry. The technology offers fantastic opportunities, since it is usually much faster, more precise and more economical than classic model construction,” Ederer added.

After the finishing process, it is impossible to distinguish the Aston Martin models made with the voxeljet printer from the original, even in the close-up shots, the firm said.

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question: Which company made the replicas of the classic car?

answer: British firm, Propshop Modelmakers Ltd

question: What was Propshop commissioned to build plastic models of?

answer: Aston Martin DB5

question: How many individual components were built to ensure the Aston Martin was a true to detail as possible?

answer: 18 individual components

question: What is the entire body of the car model based on?

answer: A steel frame

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The inner mechanics of how models/replicas of the Aston Martin DB5 was created by the British firm, Propshop ModelMakers is discussed.


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University highlights

question: What does the University of Bradford specialize in?

answer: It's a technology university.

question: Where does each link take us?

answer: There is a business solutions page, a careers page, a page for contacting them and an explanation regarding the reasearch they do at the university.

question: Is the page helpful?

answer: It appears to cover everything but what it might be like to be a student, though it does offer virtual 360 tours of the campus.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A landing page for the University of Bradford with a series of helpful links-


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Learning to surf wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. The jellyfish made me nervous, but if I acted as such everyone would think I was afraid. I shouldn't be, really. It's just a small sting - not as bad as a bee or a wasp. Maybe like that of a fire ant's...The jellyfish still made me nervous.

Maybe I seemed afraid because of the time my family visited Florida when I was a child. The jellyfish there were small and invisible. At least these jellyfish were big and purple. Maybe it was the guy who I overheard saying that he was stung on the face. What if I got stung in the eye? Or my mouth? What if I got stung on my dick? He got stung in the face and is still out here, he isn't afraid.

I touched a big purple jellyfish. I hadn't seen it. I jumped. I touched the top where there are no tentacles. It felt like cold, wet human skin. I jumped back as if I were afraid. I can't be afraid, my girlfriend is watching. I should just keep surfing.

title: Jellyfish

question: Is the narrator afraid of jellyfish?

answer: He is but is pretending he is not.

question: Does the narrator enjoy surfing?

answer: Probably not as he is afraid of jellyfish.

question: Are jellyfishes dangerous?

answer: It is implied they are not.

question: Compare jellyfishes that the narrator saw when he was a child with these that he sees now.

answer: The jellyfishes he saw when he was a child were small and invisible, and these are big and purple.


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Riot

The street was full, packed from side to side. Hundreds, thousands of people, streamed down the avenue.

A low roar came from the crowd. Windows shattered as they passed store fronts. Car alarms sounded, and then faltered and fell into submission. Street signs were bent, and then disappeared into the bulk of people.

They kept marching forward, an unstoppable mass of humanity. Maybe it was caused by ever increasing taxes, it could have been a court judgment that they didn’t agree with, possibly their sports team won a championship. They could have been rebelling against unfair laws, or wars they didn’t agree with.

The angry mob of people may have been supporting any cause that could be imagined, yet it didn’t stop the fact that they were marching through their own city, destroying their own stores and their own cars, ruining the streets that their tax dollars paid for. Their reasons for rebellion didn’t stop the fact that when a man fell down the crowd didn’t pause, it still pushed forward. Feet marched right over their fallen brothers and sisters.

Ahead of them was a monument. A depiction of freedom maybe, or possibly a building that housed their government’s leaders, ahead of them could have simply been an open area where the group could disperse. But blocking their way was a single line of armed troops.

Dressed in black riot gear, helmets with plastic visors hanging down over their faces, men stood holding tall shields, armed with large automatic weapons. In front of them were sandbags and red and white striped saw horses. Behind them were big black vehicles, armored to the teeth, like children’s toys.

From the top of one vehicle stood a speaker and from that speaker an emotionless voice demanded that the people halt and disband. The speaker warned of the use of deadly force if they continued.

But the crowd had no choice; even if the people in front stopped they would be trampled by the people surging forward behind them. That wasn’t what they thought though. The force behind them made them feel unstoppable. As a single unit of people they felt invincible.

The gap between the two forces closed. Weapons were drawn, cocked and aimed.

A final warning was given to the crowd, the speaker sounded like it didn’t expect any sort of change to actually occur.

A man, dressed in black, held a gun and aimed it into the crowd. His mouth moved, the word ‘Ready’ was heard. His eyes focused on where his bullet would be sent. He opened his mouth again, ‘Aim’ came out of it. Which was redundant, everyone had already planned on where their projectiles would be placed. ‘Fire’, was the final word that was heard before people started to fall down before them.

Guns fired rapidly, automatic weapons built for slaughtering people sawed through the oncoming mass of humanity. They fell in lines. Like waves they crashed to the cold asphalt.

The gunmen showed no emotion as they laid people down to rest, they were coldly following orders. There was no moral objection; morals played no part in their job.

The onrushing people marched over their fallen brethren, stepped over the slippery bodies and pushed closer to the men who were firing upon them before they fell in heaps themselves.

Guns began smoking. Empty shells popped out and piled up on the ground at the feet of the men dressed in black.

The crowd seemed to be never ending, only slightly slowed by the mounds of the fallen bodies that they had to overcome on their way to their goal behind the men who protected it with deadly force.
The men worked like machines reloading their weapons, bodies lubricated by sweat, silently repeating trained motions.

Guns began to overheat, and were automatically discarded, traded for side arms. The mob of people seemed to pick up their pace, getting closer as hot assault rifle after hot assault rifle was replaced by cool, single shot, side arm.

The crowd over took the saw horses first, still falling to bullets, still piling up and being walked over. The wood splintered crushed under the trampling force of the publics will.

Next they overcame the sandbags, which were soon hidden underneath the smashed and bleeding faces, arms, legs and torsos of those who fell while crossing them. Bullets screamed, cutting through air and flesh, destroying.

Finally, as they approached the men dressed in black, whose job it was to protect what was behind them, whose task it was to keep order, while they were still falling to bullets being fired and they over too even them. Black uniform after black uniform, the men were engulfed by the oncoming crowd. One gun after another went silent.

In the end, after hundreds of bodies had been tallied, after the crowd had stormed whatever had been their destination. Men and women were laid into the ground. Those men in black who shot down the oncoming crowd were laid in graves besides those who they shot. Their tombstones shared the same last names as those people from the oncoming crowd that they were laid next to.

In the end, we seek a moral. Yet we may find only chaos.

title: Riot

question: How does the whole passage support its final sentence?

answer: The last line suggests that the reality of immediate repercussions and push-back was not taken into consideration when the plan was formulated. The people had a goal that was informed mostly by emotion-they were striving to get others to see the moral correctness by demonstrating a resistance to what they viewed as an oppression. However, due to the unmitigated forces at play on both sides, only chaos resulted, the messaged muddled in the disarray.

question: Summarize the primary source of tension in the article.

answer: According to this story, the protestors want justice and to be recognized, but the individuals who make up the police force, and the people who own stores, are also just people as well-who also want justice and peace. Also, the protest carries tension within itself as the participants start to impede the willing participation of fellow protestors. They cannot leave or escape due to the crowds when the chaos erupts.

question: Summarize the positive events in this text.

answer: The positive events are difficult to parse out of this piece, but one could be that exposure was achieved. The tools of oppression-the police force-were coerced physically into doing their job, thereby reinforcing the protestors' credence rooted in the idea of a single-line unit oppressor. There is perhaps the indication that it was not all for nothing, but the author seems to take away mostly destruction of life and property from the entire happening.

question: What was the plan for this event?


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In our April 2017 Taxcast: the Panama Papers, one year on – we talk to the journalists who got the scoop. Plus: we discuss the raid on Credit Suisse, and new data exposing the profit shifting shennanigans of the EU’s biggest banks.

Featuring: The Panama Papers scoop journalists and Pulitzer Prize winners Bastian Obermayer and Frederik Obermaier of the Süddeutsche Zeitung newspaper, and John Christensen of the Tax Justice Network. Produced and presented by Naomi Fowler for the Tax Justice Network. The book ‘The Panama Papers: Breaking the Story of How the Rich and Powerful Hide Their Money’ is here.

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  _“We think the Panama Papers have changed the political landscape but there’s still plenty of work out there for us, still hundreds of cases of criminal behaviour to be uncovered, so much wrongdoing needs to become public so voters can push their politicians for change.”_

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question: When is the Taxcast from?

answer: From April 2017

question: What is the Taxcast reporting on?

answer: the Panama Papers

question: Who does the Taxcast feature?

answer: Journalists and Pulitzer Prize winners, Bastian Obermayer and Frederik Obermaier

question: What does the book "The Panama Papers" reveal?

answer: How the rich and powerful hide their money.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The Taxcast is a broadcast program that is reporting on the Panama Papers and also discusses  the raid on Credit Suisse.


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Police closed North Lincoln Memorial Drive while investigating Wednesday morning incident

Official: No trauma on woman's body found in street near art museum

Police closed North Lincoln Memorial Drive while investigating Wednesday morning incident

WEBVTT REPORTER: AT AROUND 5:30 IN THE MORNING, MILWAUKEE POLICE RUSHED TO LINCOLN MEMORIAL DRIVE AFTER A CALLER REPORTED SEEING A DEAD BODY ON THE RIGHT, NORTHBOUND LANE. THE MEDICAL EXAMINER’S OFFICE SAYS THE WOMAN APPEARS TO BE IN HER 20’S OR 30’S, AND SHE SHOWS NO SIGNS OF EXTERNAL TRAUMA. THE INVESTIGATION HEAVILY IMPACTED TRAFFIC DURING THE EARLY MORNING COMMUT LINCOLN MEMORIAL WAS CLOSED ON BOTH SIDES, FORCING MORNING COMMUTERS COMING INTO THE CITY TO TAKE SIDESTREETS CAUSING LONG BACKUPS. LINCOLN MEMORIAL DRIVE WAS RE-OPENED TO TRAFFIC AT AROUND 9:30 A.M. PATRICK: AGAIN MILWAUKEE POLICE ARE ASKING ANYONE WITH INFORMATION ABOUT THIS CASE TO GIVE THEM

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A woman's body found in the street early Wednesday morning near the Milwaukee Art Museum showed no signs of external trauma, a medical examiner's office official told WISN 12 NEWS. The spokesperson confirmed that officials were called to the area of North Lincoln Memorial Drive and East Michigan Avenue at about 5:30 a.m. after someone notified authorities of a body in the street. It was immediately unclear as to how the woman died. The medical examiner spokesperson said the woman appears to be in her 20s or 30s. Police shut down Lincoln Memorial Drive in both directions during the investigation. The roadway reopened at about 9:30 a.m.Get breaking news alerts with the WISN 12 app or our email newsletters.Follow us: Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | YouTube

MILWAUKEE —

A woman's body found in the street early Wednesday morning near the Milwaukee Art Museum showed no signs of external trauma, a medical examiner's office official told WISN 12 NEWS.

The spokesperson confirmed that officials were called to the area of North Lincoln Memorial Drive and East Michigan Avenue at about 5:30 a.m. after someone notified authorities of a body in the street.

It was immediately unclear as to how the woman died. The medical examiner spokesperson said the woman appears to be in her 20s or 30s.

Police shut down Lincoln Memorial Drive in both directions during the investigation. The roadway reopened at about 9:30 a.m.

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question: What was found on the street Wednesday morning?

answer: A woman's body.

question: Where was the woman's body found?

answer: Near the Milwaukee Art Museum.

question: How old was the woman?

answer: In her 20s or 30s.

question: When did the roadway reopen?

answer: Around 9:30 A.M.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Police found a woman's body in Milwaukee Wednesday morning and are asking for any leads. The body shows no sign of external trauma and appears to have been around 20 or 30 years of age. The police shut down the roadway for a while and then reopened it at 9:30 AM.


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With the European Union convulsed by successive crises – over euro zone debt, migration and now the United Kingdom’s impending withdrawal – the authoritarian drift in Poland and Hungary has been overshadowed by wider existential angst. But the long-term threat posed by the rejection of liberal democratic norms at the heart of Europe is just as fundamental for the union.

Poland, a key European power with a population of almost 40 million, should aspire to leadership in a post-Brexit EU. Instead, under the socially conservative, eurosceptic and nationalist Law and Justice (PiS) party, Warsaw has been retreating towards the fringe. Since coming to power in 2015, PiS has steadily dismantled judicial oversight, brought the independent prosecutor’s office under government control, made it easier for the state to spy on its own citizens and turned the public broadcaster into a propaganda outlet. The ruling party very much likes EU structural funds, but it shows undisguised contempt for other parts of the union’s grand bargain. For example, Poland has refused to take in a single person under a 2015 scheme to relocate 160,000 asylum seekers from Greece and Italy.

In the past week, many Poles have taken to the streets to protest the government’s attempts to enact sweeping powers to hire and fire judges, including those on the supreme court. That’s just the latest sign of how the PiS is systematically chipping away at the rule of law and removing institutional checks on its own power.

Two external powers have the leverage to lean on Warsaw: the United States and the EU. Donald Trump, who delivered a speech in tune with the nativist inclinations of his hosts in Warsaw earlier this month, is clearly not up to the task. But Brussels can and should act. First it should use its power to initiate infringement proceedings over Poland’s assault on the separation of powers. Then it should make clear that when talks begin on how to share out the smaller EU subsidy pie post-Brexit, respect for the EU’s fundamental values will be a non-negotiable prerequisite.

question: What crises is the European Union enduring?

answer: Euro zone debt, migration, and the United Kingdom's impending withdrawal.

question: What's the population of Poland?

answer: Almost 40 million.

question: Why, in the author's opinion, will Poland not become the leader it could in Europe?

answer: They are holding onto socially conservative and eurosceptic values.

question: Who should, in the author's opinion, intervene to bridge the gap between the Polish protesters and the conservative government?

answer: Brussels.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: According to the author, Europe is in a fragile state. The nation of Poland, with around 40 million people, could step up to the plate and lead a continent rife with the fallout from migration, Brexit, and euro zone debt. However, the country's government insists on holding onto socially conservative and eurosceptic values. Poland's people have shown dissent by taking to demonstrations in the street. Considering the ineptitude of US President Donald Trump, the author nominates Brussels to step in and initiate infringement proceedings over Poland's assault on the separation of powers.