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SKIPPER LIMITED is an Indian transmission and distribution structures (towers and poles) manufacturing company. Skipper Limited was set up in 1981 and is a part of the SK Bansal Group.[1] Skipper Limited manufactures power transmission and telecom towers, tubular and hi-mast poles, railway electrification structures, solar structures (solar module mounting structures), electric resistant welded (ERW) tubes and polymer products (pipes and fittings). Skipper undertakes activity from angle rolling to fabrication and galvanising, proto assembly, load testing and EPC line construction. Skipper Limited is also in the power distribution and transmission infrastructure sector and the polymer pipes and fittings industry.[2] Skipper Limited exports its products to more than twenty countries including South America, Europe, Africa, Middle East, South and Southeast Asia, and Australia.[3]

History

Skipper Limited was set up as Skipper Investments Limited in 1981 and began manufacturing Hamilton poles. Skipper Limited's name was changed to Skipper Steels Limited In 1990 and the production of the company diversified into the manufacturing of telecom towers and masts. In 2001, Skipper set up its first LPG cylinder manufacturing unit. In 2003, Skipper set up its first Tube mill and in 2005 it set up its first galvanizing plant. The revenue of the company crossed INR 1000 million in 2006 and in the same year it secured the approval from PGCIL for the setup of a tower unit of 400kV towers. Skipper tied up with Ramboll Denmark, a tower design company, in 2006.[4] In 2008, the company started implementing automated CNC to replace the manual Tower production process. In 2009, the company was renamed as Skipper Limited. Skipper received its first-in-India order of 800KV transmission towers from Power Grid Corporation of India Limited (PGCIL) in 2009 and commissioned its facility in Uluberia: with the first PVC unit and India's first double-side Tube GI plant.[5] By 2013, Skipper Limited's revenue crossed INR 10,000 million. In 2015, Skipper Limited was listed at Bombay Stock Exchange (BSE) with a market capitalization of over INR 15, 000 million (as of March 2015 ending). In 2016, Skipper Limited was listed in the National Stock Exchange (NSE) with a capital of INR 13,634 million (as of 31 March 2016).[6][7][8] In 2017, Skipper Limited commissioned its second plant in Guwahati, Assam, and in early 2018, approved a joint venture with Metzerplas, a manufacturer of drip irrigation solutions from Israel.[9]

The Company today

Skipper Limited, of the SK Bansal Group,[10] is among the largest manufacturers of T&D structures in India. The company manufactures engineering and polymer products. In the financial year 2016, the segment-wise revenue performance of the company was INR 13,260 million for engineering products, INR 1,525 million for polymer products and INR 277 million for infrastructure projects.[11]

The engineering segment of Skipper Limited produces power transmission towers, distribution poles, transmission-line monopoles, MS and HT angles, fasteners, tower accessories, solar structures, galvanized and black ERW pipes.[12]

The infrastructural services provided by Skipper Limited include horizontal direct drilling, erection, painting, commissioning and power transmission EPC projects.[13]

Skipper Pipes, under Skipper Limited, manufactures plumbing fixtures (UPVC, CPVC and SWR pipes and fittings) and agricultural solutions ( rigid pipes and fittings ).[14][15]

In 2015, Skipper Limited set up a PVC manufacturing facility in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, with a capacity of 10,000 metric tonnes.[16]

In 2015, the company set up a manufacturing facility in Guwahati, that has a capacity to produce 4000 tonnes of plumbing and agricultural pipes per year. It is situated in the Kamrup district near the airport.[17]

In January 2016, Skipper Limited set up one of India's largest galvanizing plants in Uluberia, West Bengal. The plant is meant for structures that are 2.5m in diameter and 12m in length. The total galvanizing capacity of this plant is 8000 tonnes per month.[18]

In 2016, Skipper Limited set up two manufacturing plants – one in Hyderabad and the other in Secunderabad.[19]

In 2017, Skipper Limited set up its second manufacturing plant in Guwahati, Assam with a capacity of 30,000 MTPA.[20]

As of 2018, Skipper Limited has three manufacturing facilities in Howrah district in West Bengal, two in Guwahati, Assam[21] and one each in Ahmedabad, Secundrabad and Hyderabad.

As of 2017, the cumulative production capacity of the Skipper Limited was 230000 MTPA.[22][23][24] In June 2018, the company reported a fall of 15% in net profit for the last quarter, with analysts blaming the drop on the decision to diversify into PVC pipes.[25]

Awards

Skipper Limited received the 2015 CNBC Award For the Fastest Growing Transmission Tower Manufacturing Company.[26]

Other awards include:

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  2015        Best Industry in Water Resource Sector in India                                                                       Central Board of Irrigation and Power [27]
  2015-2016   Star Performer Award Product Group – Other fabricated metal products excl machinery and equipment, Large Enterprise   EEPC India[28]
  2016        Most Ethical Company                                                                                World CSR Day Asian Confederation of Businesses, World Federation of CSR and World Sustainability [29]
  2016        Largest Tower Supplier Award                                                                                Power Grid Corporation of India Limited[30]
  2017        Emerging EPC Player in Power Transmission                                                                             EPC World[31]
  2017        Global HR Excellence Awards for Continuous HR Innovation For Business Excellence                                      World HRD Congress [32]
  2016-2017   The Emerging No.1 Brand of the Year                                                                                WCRC[33]

Board of Directors

-   Mr. Sajan Kumar Bansal – Managing Director [34]
-   Mr. Sharan Bansal – Director [35]
-   Mr. Devesh Bansal – Director [36]
-   Mr. Siddharth Bansal – Director[37]
-   Sri Yash Pall Jain – Whole Time Director[38]

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title: Skipper Limited

question: When was Skipper Limited set up?

answer: Skipper Limited was set up in 1981.

question: What does Skipper Limited manufacture?

answer: Skipper Limited manufactures power transmission and telecom towers, tubular and hi-mast poles, railway electrification structures, solar structures. electric resistant welded tubes, and polymer products.

question: Who is the managing director of Skipper Limited?

answer: Mr. Sajan Kumar Bansal is the managing director of Skipper Limited.

question: What did the company do in 2015?

answer: The company set up a PVC manufacturing facility in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, as well as another manufacturing facility in Guwahati.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article details the history and capabilities of Skipper Limited, an Indian transmission and distribution structures manufacturing company.


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Before the war, he told me, all the kids went around munching mumpsicles. "Mumpsicles? What is that?" I asked. "What does it sound like," he said with a snort. That's the way it always was with Uncle Hobo. He had seen it all before and who was I to second guess him.
I suppose I should be happy that I get to go to his practice for free, ever since I moved in on his street and my parents got stabbed. A kind heart in that one. But every time I go in for a check-up, his remarks make me less than a little bit comfortable.

"Come on in, Gordon. Take a seat. Have a lolly, won't you?" Always with that smile. That's the thing about it- he always respects you first, reels you in with some prospect and then disappoints. Gordon's my name, all right, but I sure as hell dont see no lollies.

And that's not the half of it. He wasnt my uncle anyway but he doesnt like formal titles like "doctor." Says they make him feel old. Threw away his diploma years ago- I sure havent seen it. Hell, he doesnt even wear the garb- calls it pretentious and what have you.

We go through the procedure, same as always: he puts his stethoscope to my bare chest, checks in my eyes and ears, and tells me to say "ah." The only thing that concerns him is my blood pressure. I'm not a big salt eater so this comes as a surprise. "Since when is my blood pressure high, Uncle Hobo? I've been eating my greens, I swear!"

"Have you now, boy?" says Uncle Hobo rifling through some papers, barely looking up. A long pause as he grunts to himself. "Have I ever told you how blood works, Gordon?"

I considered his question. "No, sir, I don't believe you have." I replied, bracing for one of his wordly explanations.

"Well then, to understand why blood is important, we must first turn to veins and arteries."

I listened intently, taking my hand out of my pocket and then putting it back in.

He continued, peering through his spectacles, "Now you see, Gordon, blood is like dogs and veins are like dog racing tracks. Have you ever been to a dog race, Gordon?"

"Yes, sir, I sure have," I exclaimed.

"Well then you of all people should know that veins are like racing tracks for medium-sized dogs, arteries are like racing tracks for large dogs, and capillaries are tracks for small dogs."

I listened intently. I let the knowledge wash over me like awakening to a sunrise.

"In your arteries you got your Alpine Spaniels, your Cesky Terriers, your Lapponian Herders, oh and your Otterhounds..."

I quietly inserted my hand into my pocket, my eyes fixated on his.

"...Gotta remember your Polish Lowland Sheepdogs, your Giant Schnauzers, your Japanese Spitz..."

I began to move my hand back out of my pocket, staring at his face.

"...Your Great Danes in the arteries too, of course. And in your veins, that's where you find your Dachshunds, your Labradors, your Dalmatians, a good deal of Collies..."

I put both of my hands into my pocket and took one of them out, then I put one hand in as I took the other hand out. I was still listening to his fascinating words.

"...your Mastiffs and Boxers. Not to forget your Bloodhounds in your veins and your Bulldogs..."

This time I took both hands out of my pockets and my eyes never left his. I couldnt believe what I was learning about blood.

"In your capillaries--they're the tiniest--you have your Chihuahuas, Pomeranians and Chow Chows, your Poodles, your Bassett Hounds, your Cocker Spaniels, can't forget your English Setters..."

Trying to encourage Uncle Hobo, I shouted at the top of my lungs "WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!" He took it as encouragement and kept talking.

"Also, Gordon, in your capillaries you have your Pugs, your Jack Russell Terriers (remember Wishbone, Gordon?), your Miniature Schnauzers, and your Shitzhus. See what I mean?"

I nodded excitedly and shouted "I sure as hell understand, Uncle Hobo. Better than I ever did before!"

Uncle Hobo looked satisfied. He gazed at me and then reached for something.

"Gordon, it's time for me to give you something." proclaimed Uncle Hobo.

He got a hypodermic needle in his shopping cart. We were on the sidewalk at the time, where he sleeps. He stabbed his shoulder, extracted some blood. Then he stabbed the needle into my shoulder and with a push of his thumb, all his blood entered my bloodstream.

Uncle Hobo explained: "There- now you can see the color 'threeve.'"

Sure enough, there it was all around me. The sky had tinges of 'threeve' and passersby had 'threeve'-colored hair and even there was 'threeve' in a discarded hamburger wrapper on the street. Why couldn't I see 'threeve' before? Was it a special property of Uncle Hobo's own blood? Whatever it was, I was grateful. 'Threeve' would be my new friend.

I thanked Uncle Hobo and left my appointment, but not before giving him a present of my own. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little man I had hidden there: he stood on my extended palm and performed gymnastic feats before bursting in an explosion of scalding blood. The blood got into Uncle Hobo's eyes and blinded him. I told him it was okay because now he can always see the color 'bars,' because I was a police and he was under arrest. He laughed and he licked my cheek. I handcuffed him- he wasnt a doctor or my uncle. He was a filthy hobo. Case solved.

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question: Summarize the plot twist or surprises in the plot.

answer: After Gordon's checkup at Uncle Hobo, Uncle Hobo injected Gordon with some of his own blood so he could see the color 'threeve'. Gordon experiences the color 'threeve' in his surroundings and reaches into his pocket to give Uncle Hobo a gift as well. It was a figure of a gymnast that exploded and splashed blood into Uncle Hobo's eyes. Gordon goes on to arrest him.

question: Summarize how the narrator changes over the story.

answer: Gordon's parents were stabbed, because of this he gets free access to Uncle Hobo's medical practice. He listens intently to Uncle Hobo's explanation of blood pressure, entranced, putting his hands into his pockets and pulling it out again. He encourages Uncle Hobo in his story by imitating a dog. At the end of explanation Uncle Hobo gives him some of own blood so he can see the color 'threeve', after that Gordon reached into his pocket and pulled a gymnast out that exploded. After that he arrested Uncle Hobo, thereby solving his case.

question: Summarize all the information relating to dog racing.

answer: Uncle Hobo explains the narrator's blood pressure by using dog racing as a metaphor. He compares blood to dogs and veins to dog racing tracks, veins being for medium-sized dogs, arteries for that of large dogs and capillaries for small dogs. Then Uncle Hobo goes on to name numerous dogs fitting into the different size ranges, Alpine Spaniels in arteries, dachshunds in veins and chihuahuas in capillaries.

question: How did Uncle Hobo end up on the streets?


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Google Glass, the search giant's internet-connected glasses prototype, is one of the most exciting products to come around in a while.

That's because the implications are huge.

Glass will bring everyday activities closer to our senses, and enhance our interactions with our surroundings. We'll be more connected to the Internet than we ever have before and we'll be able to see useful images and data overlaid onto the real world.

Granted, Glass is still in its early days. It doesn't yet have its own cellular radio, so it has to sync up with mobile phones via Bluetooth to access Wi-Fi and 3G or 4G data connections.

As of now, Google Glass can do things like record video, send text messages, provide translations, and give directions.

But Google has been holding hackathons for developers to come up with more ways to use Glass. The search giant also recently held a competition to give everyday people a chance to get their hands on Glass and its API. Anyone who wanted Glass had to write on either Twitter or Google+ what they would do with Glass and include the hashtag #ifihadglass.

Glass does raise some privacy concerns. And before it really takes off, Google will need to find a way to make it appeal to the masses. As of now, Glass seems to appeal more to men than women, according to a TechCrunch analysis of #ifihadglass tweets and Google+ posts. It's also pretty expensive at $1,500.

Still, Google Glass has the potential to disrupt a lot of industries, from Hollywood to air travel.

Here are a few of them.

GPS

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Conventional GPS is essentially already dead because so many people have the same service on their phones. But since many states ban the use of cell phones while driving, Google Glass will be a great alternative. Sure, you could pull up the directions before you start driving and even receive voice-based turn-by-turn directions. But people still like to see where they're going — and Glass does that.

Air travel

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JetBlue recently highlighted what it would do with Google Glass. If JetBlue had Glass, it "would continue to help the world view air travel through a whole new lens," the airline company wrote on Google+.

A few of the possibilities: real-time notifications for your flight status, a map for available outlets in the boarding area, taxi fare estimates for when you're leaving the airport, real-time garage capacity information, and directions to the baggage claim area.

Construction and home maintenance

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You don't need to be a rocket scientist to be a plumber. But you do need to be able to read blueprints and know which pipes need to be adjusted or replaced.

A first-time plumber could receive input from Google Glass right in front of their eyes. No need for paper instructions anymore, or even instructions on an iPad, which could get in the way.

Instead, an inexperienced plumber could video chat with a professional via Google+ and receive step-by-step instructions.

Health care

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Doctors and surgeons could ask Glass for real-time updates of a patient's vital signs. They could also use Glass for educational purposes.

"Imagine this, the surgeon whilst operating can see an overlay of a patients individual anatomy (obtained from pre operative scans) on top of their visual field," Andrew Chow, a surgeon and entrepreneur, posited on Quora. "They therefore know exactly where to cut, exactly where the tumour lies, exactly where to avoid damaging that crucial structure, the position of that blood vessel that's going to cause a lot of blood loss etc. This could have an impact upon patient care and outcomes on so many levels."

Guides and tours

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Future versions of Google Glass could function as your own personal tour guide. Google already has Field Trip, the app that provides information basd on where you are. Glass with Field Trip could overlay the history of a museum as you walk by it. Inside a museum, Glass could guide you through a museum and even provide additional information on works of art. As of now, Google Glass doesn't offer indoor directions.

Education

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Using Google Glass in the classroom has vast implications. Students could live-stream the lecture to classmates who are out sick that day, while still being able to pay attention. On the other hand, students will have access to all the answers they need right in front of them while taking a test. That means schools will need to determine the best use cases for Glass in the classroom.

But Glass also has vast implications for language learning since it can provide real-time, text-based language translations of what people are saying.

Law enforcement

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Google Glass could one day help police officers identify known criminals — a fairly feasible task given that Google already has facial recognition software.

Already, a company called Golden-i has created a headset for use by law enforcement. It features facial recognition, the ability to scan license plates instantly, monitor vital signs, and remotely control other devices.

Advertising

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Google has said that it doesn't have any plans for advertising on Glass, but Glass could entirely change the way we interact with brands and businesses. Deals could pop up whenever you walk by a business offering a discount, or maybe even when you're drinking a cup of coffee.

Google gets all its consumer data from Gmail, web searches, YouTube, and Google+. So it knows a lot about what we do, where we go, and what we buy. Imagine walking by a store and an ad pops up for a pair of shoes from your favorite designer. Ads on Glass could be highly personal, so it's no surprise advertisers are begging to get them.

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question: What is Google Glass?

answer: Google Glass is an Internet-connected glasses prototype.

question: How much does Google Glass cost?

answer: Google Glass currently costs $1500.

question: What can Google Glass do currently?

answer: Google Glass can do things like record video, send text messages, provide translations, and give directions.

question: How could Google Glass disrupt the construction industry?

answer: A novice plumber could receive an input from Google Glass that prompts them the proper instructions to follow.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article details the product Google Glass. It gives an overview of the current limitations of the product, as well as future uses.


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The 116TH INFANTRY BRIGADE ROYAL MARINES was an infantry brigade formation of the Royal Marines created in the final stages of World War II.

Unit history

The unit was one of two created to address the manpower shortage of 21st Army Group in early 1945. The brigade was created on 1 January 1945 from former members of the Royal Marines Division, which had been broken up in 1943 and the troops distributed to Marine Commandos, or retrained as landing craft crew. They were quickly re-mustered as regular infantry, organised as a standard Army brigade.[1]

The 116th Brigade was sent into action in February 1945, serving under the First Canadian Army in the crossing of the Maas, and in the advance across the Rhine into north-west Germany to the naval ports, with the 28th Battalion particularly distinguishing itself in the fighting around Oldenburg,[2] and 27th Battalion fighting with the 4th Canadian Armoured Division in their advance through Oldenburg towards Wilhelmshaven.[3]

The brigade remained in northern Germany after the surrender as part of XXX Corps, with their headquarters at Buxtehude,[4] but operating in the naval ports of Wilhelmshaven, Emden, Brunsbüttel, and Cuxhaven, overseeing the capitulation of German naval ships and personnel, until returning to the UK at the end of June 1945 to be disbanded.[5]

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title: 116th Infantry Brigade Royal Marines

question: Why was the 116th Infantry Brigade Royal Marines established?

answer: It was formed to address the manpower shortage of the 21st Army Group in early 1945.

question: Where did the brigade serve?

answer: They served in the crossing of the Maas and in the advance across the Rhine into northwest Germany. They oversaw the German capitulation in northern Germany after the surrender.

question: What noteworthy achievements did the brigade have?

answer: Its 28th Battalion distinguished itself in the fighting around Oldenburg.

question: What happened to the brigade after Germany's capitulation in the Second World War?

answer: They oversaw the capitulation of German personnel and naval ships. They returned to the UK at the end of June 1945 to be disbanded.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The 116th Infantry Brigade Royal Marines was created in the final stages of World War II to address the manpower shortage of the 21st Army Group in early 1945. They served under the First Canadian Army in the crossing of the Maas and in the advance across the Rhine into northwest Germany to the naval ports. They remained in northern Germany after the surrender as part of the XXX Corps, overseeing the capitulation of German naval ships and personnel until returning to the UK in late June 1945 to be disbanded.


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Taylor Swift Locking Down 'The Old Taylor' ... Legally Speaking

9/4/2017 1:00 AM PT

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EXCLUSIVE

The "old" TAYLOR SWIFT may be dead, but the new one still wants to make a buck off her ... TMZ has learned.

T-Swift has filed to trademark a bunch of titles and catchphrases from her new album, "Reputation" -- for instance, the line, "The old Taylor can't come to the phone right now" from her single "Look What You Made Me Do" ... as well as the song title itself.

According to the docs, she wants to use the lyrics on a ton of merchandise ... like t-shirts, notebooks, guitar picks, jewelry, bags, and pretty much any other accessory a Swiftie could want.

We know Tay Tay's touring soon -- and now you have a better idea of what will be on her overpriced concert merch list.

[Taylor Swift's Reputation Merch]

question: What is the name of Taylor Swift's new album?

answer: Reputation.

question: What does Taylor Swift want to use the lyrics for?

answer: Merchandise.

question: What has Swift done with her new album?

answer: Filed for trademarks.

question: What is the name of her single?

answer: Look What You Made Me Do.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The short article discusses Taylor Swift filing for trademarks for her new album "Reputation" in order to sell merchandise to her fans. It also mentions that she is touring soon.


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Fox News contributor Tomi Lahren was harassed by patrons at a Minneapolis restaurant over the weekend, including having a drink thrown on her.

Lahren said she was enjoying brunch with her parents after doing a show the night before when a person threw a glass of water at her. The group of people, who were around her age, then started chanting profanity, Lahren said Wednesday on "Fox & Friends."

Lahren said she's experienced this kind of treatment before and she's used to it, but it's still very disheartening.

  They threw a drink at @TomiLahren while we were just having brunch. pic.twitter.com/SeJ2t67CMP

  — Shelby (@JonesonTop42) May 20, 2018

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TOMI LAHREN: 'KNEE-JERK REACTIONS' ON GUN CONTROL 'NEVER THE SOLUTION'

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"This was something that was embarrassing for me and embarrassing for my family. At the end of the day, I'm a person too. And I do get humiliated and embarrassed just like anyone else," Lahren said. "But I'm tough, my family's tough. We can handle it."

She said it's fine to disagree with someone's political opinions and express disagreements civilly, but it's simply wrong to use physical actions to make a point.

"It's really disheartening. But again, I'm tough, I can handle it," Lahren said.

Videos of the incident made the rounds on social media, leading to words of support even from people who disagree with Lahren on politics.

  I couldn’t disagree more with @TomiLahren, but I don’t think it’s cool to resort to physical actions to make your point.

  The first amendment is a beautiful thing - use it. https://t.co/Yx8obh0aH0

  — Kathy Griffin (@kathygriffin) May 23, 2018

"There are people that normally detest me and they're coming to my defense, at least on this incident," Lahren said.

"So maybe moving forward, those that thought it was funny to throw water at me or antagonize others with my viewpoints, maybe they'll see that's not the cool thing to do."

The segment even drew a supportive tweet from President Trump:

  Everybody is with Tomi Lahren, a truly outstanding and respected young woman! @foxandfriends

  — Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) May 23, 2018

Watch more from Lahren with her Final Thoughts commentaries, exclusively on Fox News Insider.

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'I DON'T LIKE IT': TRUMP SAYS KIM JONG UN'S 'ATTITUDE' CHANGED AFTER TRIP TO CHINA

TRUMP SHUTS DOWN REPORTER'S QUESTION ABOUT ROD ROSENSTEIN

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question: Why was Lahren harassed?

answer: The harassment was due to Lahren's political opinion.

question: What did the harassers do?

answer: They threw a glass of water at Lahren.

question: How did Lahren handle the situation?

answer: Lahren said she is tough and can handle such situations. She also said she has experienced this sort of treatment before.

question: Did people on social media support Lahren?

answer: Yes.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

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Harassers throw a glass of water at Tomi Lahren in a Minneapolis restaurant. The incident happened due to Lahren's political opinions. She says the incident was embarrassing for her and her family but her family is tough.

People on social media came in support of Lahren, including President Trump.


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_TEEMENAARUS_ is a monotypic genus of Australian araneomorph spiders in the family Cyatholipidae containing the single species, _TEEMENAARUS SILVESTRIS_. It was first described by V. T. Davies in 1978,[1] and has only been found in Australia.[2]

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title: Teemenaarus

question: Where are Teemenaarus spiders found?

answer: In Australia.

question: Which family do they belong to?

answer: They belong to the Cyatholipidae family.

question: How many species does the genus contain?

answer: One.

question: When were they first described?

answer: 1978.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Teemenaarus is a genus of spiders, found only in Australia. They were first described by V.T. Davies in 1978. They belong to the Cyatholipidae family containing only one species.


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The ocean was calm as the sun began to fall behind the horizon.

On the veranda of a home long since filled with happiness and love stood a man who looked as one that had been a prisoner by the harshness of time.

"I never realised until now how beautiful the dark blue of the ocean is" said the man in a voice that has known much agony. "It is beautiful don't you think.." he staggered, as if a painful memory invaded him at that moment. Slowly he turned, and glanced around to find the room still untouched and void of life.
Though the ocean air was cool, the room around him felt constraining and hot, as if every breath heeded more effort than the next.

"..the ocean is beautiful, it can at one moment be the embodiment of tranquility and then in the next be filled with uncompromising wrath, and injustice" he continued. "For she was the beauty that the ocean radiates, we were the peacefulness that love fulfills and you..you were the injustice that took it all away" said the man as anger began to arise.

He turned and walked inside the room. He made his way slowly towards the mantel piece that stood as a shrine of past memories. Outside the waves behind him began to stir, as the wind lifted and the signs of a storm were revealing itself. Next to the mantel, he reached and gripped a photograph, and lost himself in the image.

He began to speak as if directed to someone listening; "this is how I try to remember her, forever young, forever
beautiful." "In the rare nights that sleep finally found me, I would dream of her as she once was, then, in a cruel twist she fades into a shade that you felt she needed to become." "I was not her only companion on those nights, for the coldness of death that you bring was there too, and it toyed with her, bringing pain but never release" he said as the emotion of the past overwhelmed him.

As the waves crashed against the rocks, breaking the silence that was surrounding him, he turned to the ocean once more. "A storm is building, I once believed that the calmness before a storm was a peaceful thing, but after those long nights waiting, I now see that the calm is the storm itself." In deep thought her continued; "For to wait for what is to come is always far greater than what arrives." "How I yearn for the time that the darkness was far from you, now it shall never let you go" he said as his voice regained composure.

At this time he drew an object from his pocket, clenching it tightly in his first, then slowly releasing until it sat exposed on his open palm. There laid a crucifix, one that was once proudly worn, now a symbol of loss; "perhaps that is what it truly is... loss" he thought to himself. "I understand the cycle of life; that death finds us all, this was not what has filled me with scorn; not the time in which it was inflicted, nor that it was to us, but for a so called loving and caring God, what you let us endure alone, toying with us with cures then relapses was too much to bare: his voice began to rise with conviction. "Your servants in the old covenants could not find the wisdom to guide us other than that what has been recycled through generations of disconnected men" he raged.

"I blamed you, this idea of a God that now sits on my hand, for all that caused me pain and suffering, yet now I realise, you were never the conductor of this. He paused and thought for a moment, then continued; "there is neither good nor evil that you commit, for you do not exist". "Even after all that I went through, the idea that your existence was nothing more than I fairy tale was a leap that I could not take" he moved his gaze to the storming ocean and said to God, fate, circumstance or anything that would listen "The thought that my sweet was at least in a better place gave me comfort and allowed me to continue to grieve, but that was a false comfort, just as a child craves their blanket to keep them safe, I… we crave you". "This is why those men of faith could not comfort me, for I realised then that no truth could come from a lie, he said as he continued to reflect on what seemed as a time long ago.

The storm was now raging, and the rain poured down. He for a last time looked down on that crucifix, and whispered. "Peace can only be found, when the truth is accepted", then he cast it into the ocean.
He still grieved her loss, and those nightmares dwelled with him until the end of his days.

Yet he never again allowed that comfort to dictate his life; for you are never truly free, until you let everything go.

title: I wrote my first short story today. I thought, screw it let's post it on reddit.

question: Who is the main protagonist?

answer: The man.

question: Who is the man talking to?

answer: He's talking to his dead wife, then to God, fate, circumstance, or anything that would listen.

question: Who is the protagonist trying to remember and dream about?

answer: His dead love (wife?)

question: Who is the man blaming and why?

answer: He's blaming God but changes his stance when he rationalizes to himself that God doesn't exist.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: A grieving old man sits on the veranda admiring the ocean's beauty. He turns to say something about what he is seeing as if someone was there, but catches himself when a painful memory makes him realize he is all alone. He continues to talk to himself about the ocean and his dead loved one as if directed to someone listening, wishing to remember her forever young and beautiful. The man takes a crucifix from his pocket and thinks it is a symbol of loss. He starts blaming God, but realizes God is not who caused his pain and suffering because he does not exist. He casts the crucifix into the ocean, still grieving for his loss. He thinks he can never be free until he lets go of everything.


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Canberra United have announced the re-signing of stars Michelle Heyman and Ashley Sykes for the 2016-17 Westfield W-League season.

Both were integral pieces of United's run to the semi-finals last season, and Heyman returns after an exciting offseason which included a trip to the Rio Olympic Games as part of the Matildas side.

"I am delighted to sign again for Canberra United," Heyman said.

"Canberra is now home for me and the opportunity to again represent this great city is something I look forward to."

"Canberra United continually challenge for the title and I can't wait for the season to start so that we can do our terrific fans proud."

[Michelle Heyman, Alanna Kennedy]

Sykes meanwhile has been plying her trade for AS Harima ALBION in the Japanese Nadeshiko Division 2 during this year, and will look to pick up where she left off last season, scooping the pool Canberra United's awards night as the Player of the Year, Players Player of the Year and Supporters Player of the Year.

She was also rewarded for her sensational season with the Julie Dolan Medal as Westfield W-League Player of the Year.

"After spending an enjoyable and challenging time overseas this year I can say that it seems like there's no place like home," she said.

"I can't wait to get back into it with old and new faces at Canberra United."

Head Coach Rae Dower was very happy to announce the signings, welcoming back two of Canberra United's best known faces.

[Canberra United's Ashleigh Sykes]

"I'm excited to announce the re-signing of our experienced Matilda's duo Michelle Heyman and Ash Sykes for the upcoming season," Dower said.

"They're both key members of the Canberra United family and return as more experienced and worldly after their last 6 months. Michelle had an excellent Olympic campaign for the Matilda's in Rio and has now had a nice holiday to freshen up for the season ahead. "

"Ash as the reigning Julie Dolan medalist has also spent an exciting 6 months in Japan adding to her burgeoning football resume.  With some new faces to the squad this season, I will be calling on all of Michelle and Ash's guidance as we head into Season 9 and I'm delighted to see them return to our green family."

The announcements follow the signing of American striker Stephanie Ochs, who returns after a year absence from the green uniform, and helps to bolster the squad following the devastating news of Caitlin Munoz's knee injury.

question: What stars are re-signing for Canberra United?

answer: Michelle Heyman and Ashley Sykes.

question: Where did Julie Dolan spend the last six months?

answer: Japan.

question: Which American striker was signed?

answer: Stephanie Ochs.

question: Which year is the Westfield W-League season?

answer: 2016-2017.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The article announces that Canberra United is re-signing Michelle Heyman and Ashley Sykes for the Westfield League Season of 2016-2017. The body of the article contains remarks of the signed players, and reflects on other new players the team has brought on board.


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LAWRENCE MARION “LARRY” BORST JR. (July 16, 1927 – December 20, 2016) was an American veterinarian and politician.

Borst was born in Champaign County, Ohio and graduated from North High School. He met and married Eldoris June Wood in 1948 and moved to South Bend, Indiana two years later upon earning a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine from Ohio State University. He then moved to Indianapolis in 1952 and began his own veterinary practice in 1954.[1] In 1965, Borst became the founding leader of the Republican Action Committee. He served one year, 1967, in the Indiana House of Representatives, before his 1968 election to the Indiana Senate as a representative of district 36, which included Johnson and Marion Counties. Borst retained his state senatorial seat until 2005. He was also active in the local politics of Indianapolis. In 1971, Borst was named to the Mayor's Progress Committee of Indianapolis, and became a member of the executive council in 1973.[2]

Borst wrote a memoir, _Gentlemen, It's Been My Pleasure: Four Decades in the Indiana Legislature_ in 2003.[3] He died on December 20, 2016 at the age of 89.[4]

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title: Lawrence Borst

question: Who was Lawrence Marion "Larry" Borst Jr.?

answer: He was an American veterinarian and politician.

question: Where was he born?

answer: Champaign Country, Ohio.

question: What year did he begin his own veterinary practice?

answer: 1954.

question: What is the title of the book he wrote?

answer: "Gentlemen, It's Been My Pleasure: Four Decades in the Indiana Legislature".

question: Write a ~9 sentence summary.

answer: Lawrence Marion "Larry" Borst, Jr. was an American veterinarian and politician. He was born in Champaign County, Ohio, in 1927. In 1950, he earned a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine doctoral degree from Ohio State University, before moving to Indianapolis with his wife, Eloise, in 1952, when he started his own veterinarian practice. In 1965, Borst became founding leader of the Republican Action Committee. He served in the Indiana House of Representatives for one year in 1967, before being elected to the Indiana Senate. From 1965-2005, Borst retained his senate seat. In 1971, Borst was named  to the Mayor's Progress Committee of Indianapolis, and became a member of the executive council in 1973. He wrote a book titled, "Gentlemen, It's Been My Pleasure: Four Decades in the Indiana Legislature" in 2003. Rep. Borst died on December 20, 2016, at the age of eighty-nine.


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“Hey, dad.” I said slipping into the barstool next to him. I slapped him on the shoulder and cupped my hand around the beer he had ordered while waiting for me. I took a long sip.

“What's up, dude?”

'dude' it's been my dad's nickname for me for as long as I can remember.

“Not much,” I said and we settled into a chat about work and politics and news. The normal launching off point for us. Syria is screwed; people aren't smart enough to govern themselves; did you hear about this new band; my manager is an ass. It was the normal stuff we talked about. Everything external, everything observational and opinionated. We never really talked much about how we were feeling. Rarely was a word spoken about aspirations or desires. We talked about the absolute instead.

The conversation started to petter off after we covered all of the major news points and new revelations that have happened since the last time we did this. We sat in silence for a little bit, but it was a comfortable silence. One that felt more like being surrounded by complete, utter stillness not some vacuous empty; one that doesn't need or even want words; a clarifying moment of simply being there; not posturing or posing for the other person, but simply settling into a comforting complete sense of being.

My mind started to wander as we sat there. Nowhere far away. My mind simply meandered around the edges of the conversation we just had and studied the connections there between us and my father. Suddenly I was struck with a memory. One from a long time ago when I was probably 10 or so. It was a memory I've had a million times before, one of those floating fragments of life that remind us we were alive before yesterday. I realized it was a memory that I had been having more and in in recent weeks.

“Hey, dad?” I said uncomfortably pushing my glass onto it's edge. Just to the point where the beer threaten to dribble out onto the bar top, but not quite.

“What's up, dude?”

“Do you remember when I was a kid and you bought me a bow and arrow? You know, that one from the indian reservation or where ever it was we always went on school trips?”

He laughed a little, lost in fog. “Of course. You were so excited for that thing. You had me tape a target onto a cardboard box and set it up in the backyard as soon as we got home. You wouldn't take no for an answer. I couldn't stop you even though the sun was about to go down and you weren't going to be able to see shit.”

We both smiled a little; realizing in our own ways just how long we've been friends and reveling in that wonderful realization that between the both of us, by combining our two memories, we were forming a sort of tangible three-dimensional view of that old reverberating thought. It was like that chilly night was happening again. I could smell the honey suckle that grew across the edge of the yard and the chemical smell of chlorine drifting on the breeze from our neighbor Joy's pool.

“Do you remember what happened after you set it up?” I broke eye contact with him and broke our parallax recreation of the far off evening. For some reason I was anxious about what he might say. Or, maybe not anxious, but scared.

He searched through the drawers of his memory for a moment. His eyes flicked upward as he flipped through the card catalogue filled with millions of shards of shared life that we had in the backyard, but, finally conceding, “no,” he said.

“It's weird. I don't know why, but I do. In fact it's been on my mind a lot lately and I can't figure it out.

“You set up the target for me in the back of the house, near that old tan and orange rusty swing-set. You got the box positioned right between the two swings on the ground. You walked up to me, reminded me to be safe and went straight in the house.

“I took a few shots at the target. The arrows whizzed by the box not leaving a mark. I looked around at the darkness that started across the lawn.

The light was turning all purple and orange. That old tree I used to climb, I think it was a japanese maple. You know, the one with the red leaves. They sparkled so bright that time of night. But by this point that wonderous light was starting to fade into a relaxed deep purple. I looked around, but I wasn't watching the sunset, I was looking for you. It had been a few minutes since you went inside. I figured you'd come right back out, but you didn't. You just sat down and had a beer. You sat down with mom, and maybe one of her friends, at the kitchen table and had a beer. I think it was a beer. And even though that is such an inconsequential decision for some reason, me, as a child, was heartbroken by it.

'I walked over to the box and plunged the arrow right into the bullseye. I picked up the box. I walked over to the house. I swung open the kitchen door and I said 'Look! I got a bullseye.'

I thought this would get you out of the house, get you to come outside, convince you to come play with me but it didn't. You congratulated me, patted my head. All the things that can reasonably be expected from a dad. Maybe you made a joke about me being the next Robin hood. Mom and her friend hemmed and hawed. But it wasn't enough.

'I think, after that, I broke down and cried. It all gets fuzzy. All I remember clearly after that is the disappointment, but I think I cried. I don't know if you saw it. I don't even know if it happened. Maybe that's just what I remember now.”

I looked at my dad. He looked deep in thought, like he didn't know what to say. I kept going.

“And what I just realized, right now while I was telling this story, is why i've been thinking about that memory so much lately. That's still what i'm still doing every day. But now it's not a box in the backyard I'm using, it's my whole life. I do it with my career and with my hobbies. I do it with my girlfriends and with my tone of voice. I think it's why I work so hard. I think it's why I've been so successful. And do you know what the bitch of it is? I still don't know if that's a good thing or not.”

title: Bullseye

question: What is the narrator's relationship like with their father?

answer: The narrator seems anxious to open up to their father, which means they might not have had a deep bond.

question: Why was the narrator talking about the bow and arrow his father bought him when he was younger?

answer: He's been thinking about how when he first got them, he was so focused on hitting the target.

question: Why does the narrator seem disappointed?

answer: Because his father seemed absent in his life.

question: Why was his father stunned by what he said?

answer: He did not know what to say to his son's story.

question: What was his father's response?

answer: Information can't be found.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator drinks with his father and talks about how his father was barely there for him in his younger years. His father's lack of interest in his hobbies made him realize that he also grew up to be the same way. Somewhat never really present or living in the moment, despite being successful.


text:
CHAPTER ONE:
TWO FEET OF SNOW

	Things have changed. I guess you know that. But not just in the obvious way.
Some people  accept the way things are now and I guess that's the easiest way to survive. I wish I was like them, but I'm not. Things are different in us, the survivors.
A shitty day used to mean a lot of things, none of which mattered in the least. And awful day- that's what you said if someone died before their time, or even after. Grandma died, that was 'an awful day' that was the what used to be normal. But today death is commonplace, and if your best friend is bit by a walker and you have to put a bullet in him, that's just another shitty day.
Before it happened, before awful became shitty and shitty was standard, I was on my way to being a writer. I guess that's why I'm doing this now. So if you're reading this it's because I'm dead and I thought someone should know what happened to us. Maybe it will make a difference. Maybe you'll appreciate your companions more than I did mine.
I've been snowed in for the past month, supplies are low. Everything's low. There's no use trying to trek outside, not unless you want to freeze to death. Though that may be a good way to go. The truth is I won't survive the week. Every ounce of energy I have is going into writing this. Some of us will do what we have to to survive. That's not me. It was once, but now I want us all to survive. And the only way to do that is to tell a story and hope people learn from it. This place won't be secret for long- a big house in the middle of nowhere, in the spring this will probably be a territory worth killing for, my words will be found eventually, but for now it's a tomb. And this is my last will and testament.

 * * * *

I guess I can skip the first few months, the only people who don't know what happened that day are those who are still too young to remember it, and this is not a story for children. By the third month I had lost everyone I had known before it started. That's not to say they all died exactly, some I really did just lose. My sister, for example, she was a financial adviser for a fortune five hundred company in London, but she traveled almost daily. I think she was in the  Netherlands when it started here. I don't know where it began really, it seemed to be everywhere all at once. But phones went down pretty soon and I'm ashamed to say I called an ex before I called my sister, and one call is all you got.
I used to call her Bambi so I'll use that name here, Bambi and I were what was left of our family after the divorce, our mom left us when she left our dad. We never forgave her, but then again she never gave us reason to. We were left with a drunk who among other things liked to take his failures out on his children. My sister learned quick that to live outside his rule she'd have to be successful in something. We never had money, so she chose that. Community college and a few math scholarships later she was on her way to a well paying job as an assistant a year after graduation. She moved up the ladder pretty quick, all she had to do was show her bosses that what they were doing was wrong how they could make more money if they followed her advice and it was off to the races for Bambi.
She felt bad about leaving me, like she had inherited some abandoning gene from our mom but I told her to go and live her life, I would graduate soon and by the time I did she would have a place big enough for both of us to share. She'd be traveling most of the time but that just meant I'd pay half the rent on a place I basically had for myself. But when graduation came she was too hot to stop, she had a place in Paris she couldn't give up- living in France was her dream since she was young, and even then she was never there long enough to enjoy it. I told her it was okay, that we would meet up when she came stateside but that turned out to be once or twice a year at the most. She sent me money whenever I was too broke to decline, and she called at least once a month. I can't blame her for succeeding, and I wouldn't want to even if I could. The honest to goodness truth is I was so proud of her for doing what she did, for keeping her head down and just doing the work- for enduring our father until she didn't have to anymore, that I was just happy that she was living the life she'd set for herself. And in a way I was too. I had a studio apartment in downtown Manhattan. I felt like Holden Caufield on his mini vacation after being thrown out of school, or one of Bukowski's barflies. I was living on my own above a bar that never closed, I was smoking cigarettes in my room and staying up all night writing pages and tossing them as soon as I wrote 'The End.'
These are the things that make a writer happy. Not that I was a real writer. More like a professional imitator of styles. If I was in the mood for poetry I'd look at some E.E Cummings and do my best to steal everything he’d written, someone thought I had some potential and paid me an advance to write some generic pieces about being young in the city. I gave him three thousand words on the importance of writing a grocery list before going shopping. I was five hundred dollars in the hole but I didn't care. Debt was just a part of what being a young writer in the city's all about. And that's how it was for a while, just me and my thoughts.
Then, one day, I got a call from a friend I'd known in school. She lived upstate and had asked me to come to her wedding. I didn't even know she was engaged but I told her I'd love to come. I wrote three ten pages essays in an many days for some friends who were going to N.Y.U for the tuxedo money and a graduation speech for the car rental. It had been a long time since I had driven a car- I relished it.
I couldn't get a convertible but I'd been making do with what I had my whole life. What's a convertible compared to a thoughtfully over compensated sound system? I swear just one hour on the road and my throat was fire-red and scratchy from singing full volume by myself.  I spent a quiet night at a roadside motel, I guess that could have been when it all started. I was so tired from the road that I didn't even turn the TV on. The next day I knew I'd probably just barely make the ceremony if I left as soon as soon as I got up so I got fully dressed before leaving. I was dreading the conversation with the hotel manager- “Why're you in a tuxedo? Are you queer 'er some'in?”
But when I went to check out there was no one there. I looked around but I couldn't wait much longer so I wrote down my name and credit card number on a notepad and left. I accidentally took the pen with me- when I got to the car I stopped and almost went back to return it. I decided they probably had plenty of pens, plus I was pretty pissed about not getting any service and feeling justified for having paid at all when I could have just left, the idiot never asked me for an ID or card or anything when I came in, he was almost too drunk to hand me my key. As it turned out, the decision about not returning the pen was what saved my life. And if you think too much on things like that- well if I just did that, or, if I didn't remember to do this- you'll drive yourself mad. Alive is alive is alive. And that's all there is to it. I said I wouldn't go into those first few months but, I guess if I'm to tell you the whole story I should start at the beginning. It was still summer, the hottest I remember. In certain situations, the same questions comes up time and time again, in prison it's what are you in for? Now, when you meet someone new and it looks like you're going to be in the same group for a while you ask “Who was your first kill?” but I always lied. I told anyone who asked that my first kill was the motel manager- the one I never saw after I checked in. I only told the truth once, to a girl named Emily. My first kill was a woman, a mother. And she had her children with her.

title: The Walking Dead: Winter Chronicles

question: What is the theme of this story?

answer: Survival.

question: What is the narrator telling a story about?

answer: The day that the zombie apocalypse first started.

question: Why is the narrator telling this story?

answer: So that someone else might find this after they are gone.

question: Where does the narrator go that allows them to survive the apocalypse?

answer: Upstate New York.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This story is a written account of someone who lives in the Walking Dead universe. We get introduced to the character's traits - they were a writer before the outbreak - and then begin to hear about how they survived the initial onslaught of zombies.


text:
B: While Lucy is in detention, Bethan is standing outside waiting for her and talking to two older boys.

“I was having a real good time before you two wankers showed up”, said Bethan with a cheeky smile. She threw her cigarette and stepped on the bud.

The two boys walked up to her, one of them was Acker. He had gotten Bethans older sister pregnant before he went to jail and had served two months for G.B.H. Allegedly some idiot at a nightclub insulted his babys mother.

“Hi fuckface” he said.
“Well if I’m a fuckface, you’re a cuntface” she replied.

The other guy walking besides Acker was his “colleague” Will. He is standing in his white shirt, with his hands in his pockets. He is skinny like an underfed dog all boney and ribs. He spits through his teeth like a venomous snake and almost hits Bethan, she strikes back with the palm of her hand hitting him, but it doesn’t hurt.

“What you are doing outside the school?” asked Acker

“I’m waiting for Lucy” said Bethan. She’s a grade A student, with nine O levels a prober smart one she is.

“Why does she care so much for her schoolwork, grades and O levels, she won’t use it for anything once she is done.” Said Acker

“She sounds like an uptight Cardiff girl” answered Will.

“I don’t know, but she is smarter than you lot, a brainteaser from her, would melt your brains” Bethan quickly retaliated.

“Do you want to get wasted with us, when you are done here? Asked Acker
“Your sister will be there and some others”

“Sure, Lucy and me will drop by” said Bethan

“Just bring your own drink” said Will.

“Wow, small and cheap, you really are any girls prince charming” replied Bethan.

title: Lucy is in detention, her friend Bethan waits for her outside of the school, when 2 guys show up.

question: What can the reader say about the kind of communication Bethan, Acker, and Will are engaged in?

answer: It seems aggressive on the surface, though further examination reveals it to be a kind of mischievous banter.


text:
** Pretense **

I'm no good at writing full stories. I've come to realize that I'm only good with snippets of a story. Little scenes. I don't know why my mind works the way it does, but sometimes I find that I just need to write these snippets down because I feel like... if I collected enough, maybe they'd make up a story of some sort. Anyways, I haven't found a place to put them and I wanted to share them where people would actually read them. Here's my second one (first post though).

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*Fingers*

They sat across from each other in the dimly lit room. With his head down, he took her left hand in his and thoughtfully grazed his thumb over her fingers, brushing the ring on her middle finger.

“You don’t have room in your life for me.”

She looked at him quizzically. He had changed in the short period of time they had come to know each other. When she first met him, she thought him wild and free. He seemed to be a breath of fresh air, come to sweep her away from her steadfast life. But there he sat, hunched over on the leather armchair with his slender arms outstretched towards her and his long fingers wrapped around her hand.

A smile grew on her face.

“Let me show you something.”

She lifted her left hand out of his and slowly worked the ring off her middle finger. He looked at her gentle face with confusion as she slipped the ring onto the middle finger of her other hand.

“There. Enough room?”

title: Fingers.

question: What does the ring on the girl's middle finger signify in this story?

answer: The ring probably signifies that it's easy for her to make room for other people in her life.

question: Describe the story's setting.

answer: The story takes place in a dimly lit room. The exact location is unknown.


text:
To Hatch From a Broken Egg

	I was sitting in the living room with my arms crossed when Grandpa gathered the family around the dining room table. Grandpa was a giant of a man, with thighs like redwoods and hands like plains. I was the last to stand up when I began to walk over to the circle that had formed around the table. “I would like to see,” Grandpa began, with big pauses between each phrase, “someone attempt to balance this egg upright, without using any tools to hold it up.”

	The whiteness of the egg stood out in Grandpa’s wrinkled and purple spotted hands. It seemed so small. I studied the egg while my family began to buzz. My older cousin smirked and whispered something in my Dad’s ears that made him laugh. Uncle Joe was doing one of his James Cagney impressions to my brother and cousin. Aunt Anna had walked in the room from cooking and chuckled when she saw my grandpa holding the egg.
I was the only one paying attention, focusing on how you could possibly make a small oval stand. No one else was going to complete this challenge but me. When my Mom put her arms around my chest, and gave me a kiss on the cheek I pushed her away and said, “I can do it!”

	My grandpa’s heavy eyes shifted to me and his lips peeled into a grin, revealing yellow stained crooked teeth. His hands, like a giant compared to mine, handed me the egg. I began working right away.

	I made quick glances to Grandpa as I tried to balance it, hoping his gray eyes would light up at a correct attempt or that his white eyebrows would raise at a sign of progress, but he remained unemotional and still. I tried to ignore the commentary of my family at first.  Dad said, “oh so close,” several times with a laugh while Uncle David commentated like a sports announcer, “Jacob Lans. Balancing the egg. Can he do it? Ah, keeps missing.”

	After several minutes my older cousin said, “Come on, Jake. Give it back to Grandpa.” I ignored him but when my Mom stepped in saying, “Hun, you can try later, it’s fine,” the doubt became harder to ignore.

	“Let me just try!” I said, trying not to sound upset.

	Eventually my Uncle Joe stopped impersonating James Cagney. My father raised his eye brows and stood up from the table and my brother began to attack me. “Jacob you can’t do it.”

	“Don’t worry, Jakey. It’s impossible,” someone else said.

	I wanted to shut my family up and make them see that I could do it. I wanted them to know that just I could complete a task that was impossible for most. And I did.

	I finally stood the egg up right. It wasn’t balancing against anything; it was just standing up on its own. All because of me. I looked up in amazement, hoping to see my family enthusiastic with my accomplishment, but instead, half of them were gone and the other half had already moved on to new conversations. Only my cousin Rachel said, “Wow! Look guys! Jake did it!”

	As Rachel began to get my family’s attention I looked to Grandpa who was not grinning but seemed thrown by the egg standing up. As I waited for a response from Grandpa, the whole family began to circle back around the table.

	Before they could all see what I had done, Grandpa snagged the egg off the table, smashed it lightly against a plate, leaving the egg’s bottom flat surfaced with a crack, placed the it on the table, and forced a chuckle as everyone watched the egg stand up on its own. He said, “That is how you make an egg stand.”

	I quickly looked at my Grandpa, who avoided eye contact with me and laughed deliberately with the older cousins. My head spun to my parents, who had acknowledged Grandpa’s quaint gag but not my success and then it spun back to my Grandpa who was still ignoring me.

I darted out of living room and up to my room. I dove into my bed, grabbed my Teddy and belted a long hard cry into my pillow. No one came up to check on me until after they had lit the candles.

title: Creative Flash Fiction

question: How did Grandpa feel about Jacob's accomplishment?

answer: He was in shock and did not want the rest of the family to notice.

question: Why does Jacob cry?

answer: Because his family did not acknowledge his success at making the egg stand on its own.

question: How did Grandpa expect things to play out?

answer: He didn't expect anyone to be able to solve his egg riddle.

question: What is the purpose of the family gathering depicted in the story?

answer: They are gathered to celebrate someone's birthday.


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MONICA KATRICE ROBERTS (May 4, 1962October 5, 2020) was an African-American blogger, writer, and transgender rights advocate. She was the founding editor of _TransGriot_, a blog focusing on issues pertaining to trans women, particularly African-American and other women of color. Roberts' coverage of transgender homicide victims in the United States is credited for bringing national attention to the issue.

Early life and education

Roberts was born and raised in segregated Houston, Texas. Her mother was a schoolteacher and her father was a DJ. Roberts graduated from Jones High School in the Houston Independent School District in 1980.[1][2] In 1984, she graduated from the University of Houston.[3]

Career and activism

Roberts was working in Houston as an airline gate agent in 1993–94 when she began her gender transition.[4] She was a founding member of the National Transgender Advocacy Coalition, and served as its Lobby Chair from 1999 to 2002.[5][6] In Louisville, Kentucky, Roberts served on the board of the Fairness Campaign and its political action committee C-FAIR. In 2005 and 2006, she organized the Transsistahs-Transbrothas Conference that took place in that city.[7]

She began writing _TransGriot_ in 2004 as a newspaper column for _The Letter_, a Louisville-based LGBT newspaper;[8][9] the term “griot” refers to a storyteller from West Africa.[10] Roberts founded the _TransGriot_ blog in 2006.[11][12] Roberts was motivated by a lack of trans blogs focused on black people and other people of color.[13][14] One of the missions of her blog is to “chronicle the history of Black transpeople”.[15] The blog allowed her to address community issues in a more timely manner and allowed greater control than the column after it was taken away due to a conflict with an advertiser over her writing.[16] Through _TransGriot_, Roberts also identified transgender homicide victims in order to tribute the victims, many of whom are often misgendered in police reporting and media coverage.[17] Roberts' coverage of transgender homicides is credited for bringing national attention to the issue.[18]

As a black trans woman, Roberts has explored the intersections of cissexism and racism in her writing. In a 2009 column, she stated that people who have a problem with the word _cisgender_ “are wailing in unacknowledged cisgender privilege”, and compared this criticism to white people that “call me 'racist' anytime I criticize the underlying structural assumptions that buttress whiteness”.[19]

Awards and recognition

In 2006, Roberts won the IFGE Trinity Award for meritorious service to the transgender community; it was the transgender community's highest meritorious service award, and she was the first African-American Texan and the third African-American openly trans person to be given the award.[20] In 2015, Roberts received the Virginia Prince Transgender Pioneer Award from Fantasia Fair, making her the first African-American openly trans person to be so honored.[21][22]

In 2016, Roberts received a Special Recognition Award from GLAAD,[23] and became the first openly trans person to receive Phillips Brooks House Association's Robert Coles “Call of Service” Award.[24][25] In 2017, Roberts received the HRC John Walzel Equality Award from the Human Rights Campaign.[26]

In 2018, she was named one of “8 Houston Women to Watch on Social Media” by _Houstonia._[27] and won Outstanding Blog at the GLAAD Media Awards.[28] In January 2020, Roberts received the Susan J Hyde Award for Longevity in the Movement from the National LGBTQ Task Force.[29] In June 2020, in honor of the 50th anniversary of the first LGBTQ Pride parade, _Queerty_ named her among the fifty heroes “leading the nation toward equality, acceptance, and dignity for all people”.[30][31]

Personal life and death

Roberts began her gender transition in 1993–94.[32][33] She had felt since she was five or six that “something was different about me”, but didn't have access to black trans role models at that time (the 1970s); she felt that she would have transitioned earlier if she had.[34][35]

Roberts died on October 5, 2020.[36][37][38] Her death was announced on October 8, 2020, in a Facebook post by her friend Dee Dee Watters, and was later confirmed by the Harris County Medical Examiner and local media.[39] Roberts' death was initially reported as a hit and run case, though the medical examiner later stated that the cause of death was a “medical emergency”; her family reported that she was feeling unwell in the days prior to her death.[40] The following week, the medical examiner reported the cause of death was complications of a pulmonary embolism.[41]

Many LGBT activists, writers, and other celebrities paid tribute to Roberts via social media following the announcement of her death, including Janet Mock,[42] Raquel Willis,[43] Jen Richards,[44] Darnell L. Moore,[45] and Human Rights Campaign president Alphonso David.[46]

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title: Monica Roberts

question: Who is Monica Katrice Roberts?

answer: Roberts was an African-American blogger, writer, and transgender rights advocate.

question: Where and when was Roberts born?

answer: Roberts was born in Houston, Texas on May 4, 1962, at a time of racial segregation.

question: Define the term "griot" in TransGriot.

answer: The term "griot" refers to a storyteller from West Africa.

question: What caused Roberts' death?

answer: Roberts' death was initially reported as a hit and run case, but the medical examiner later said that the cause of death was complications of a pulmonary embolism. Roberts' family also said that she was feeling unwell days prior to her death.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Monica Karice Roberts was an African-American blogger, writer, transgender rights advocate, and one of the first to focus on the plight of transgender black people and other people of color. Born in Houston, Texas during segregation, Roberts began her transition in 1993-94 and was a founding member of the National Transgender Advocacy Coalition. She was the founding editor of TransGriot, a blog focusing on issues affecting trans women of color. Roberts was credited with bringing national attention to transgender homicide victims. She died of complications from a pulmonary embolism on October 5, 2020.


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_' Havelock_' is a community in the Canadian province of Nova Scotia, located in the District of Clare in Digby County . The community is named after Sir Henry Havelock. The community is served by the Havelock & Area Fire Department.[1]

[1] https://archive.org/stream/placenamesofprov00browuoft#page/64/mode/2up

title: Havelock, Nova Scotia

question: What country is this city located in?

answer: Canada

question: Who is this community named after?

answer: Sir Henry Havelock

question: Who serves this community?

answer: The Havelock & Area Fire Department

question: What province is this community located in?

answer: Nova Scotia

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This is a brief Wikipedia article about Havelock, a community in Nova Scotia, Canada.


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I remember my sister saying one thing specifically before I had my first child. Her words were, “you will never sleep again!”

How many of you parents out there feel that is true?

The first few days, weeks, months and years after having a baby are tough, but after a certain amount of time (albeit 3 years), you do sleep again. But it’s never the same. Especially if you throw another kid into the mix!

[sleep]

 I’m lucky that both of my kids were/are great sleepers. _For the most part_.

My youngest still has a tendency to wake up at least a couple of times a week and head over to my room. Either to sleep in my bed, or get me into his. Still have no clue what wakes him, but regardless, it happens.

Not only that, but I am a very light sleeper. The sound of a footstep will wake me up. Call it mother’s instinct, I don’t know, but I hear EVERYTHING.

So, needless to say, while I’ve gotten back my long stretches of sleep now that my kids are older, I still can’t sleep through the night.

I tried a few things to see if I could sleep better including a new mattress and some pillow changes. But nothing seemed to help. I would still wake up at random hours of the night/morning for no apparent reason.

And then I heard about a pillow that my sister uses. A water pillow. A WATER PILLOW?? I had to try it. Apparently it was beyond comfortable and helped improve her sleep. And that’s when I learned about Mediflow…

The Floating Comfort Pillow by Mediflow, is the only pillow clinically proven to improve the quality of sleep, for consideration.

  The Floating Comfort Pillow features an exclusive waterbase technology that provides responsive support by adapting to the shape of your head and neck as you move during sleep. No matter which way you lay, your head and neck remain in proper alignment, creating a totally different kind of sleeping experience. It’s the gift of a good night’s sleep!

Some info:

-   It’s the only pillow clinically proven to improve the quality of sleep, as noted by a peer-reviewed study conducted at Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine
-   Benefits include deeper sleep (no more waking up to fluff your pillow!) and a reduction in neck pain
-   It’s customizable. Choose your preferred filling (fiber, foam and feather) and level of comfort – just fill the pillow with tap water until you reach your desired amount of firmness
-   Invented in Canada and ranked #1 selling pillow in six countries (USA, Canada, UK, Germany, France and China)

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It sounded and appeared strange to me at first; I mean I have to fill up my own pillow? But it is amazing! I can fill it up as much or as little as I want depending on the firmness I need (the tools to fill are all provided). And let me just tell you what a difference it has made in my life. Literally, I sleep SO much better than I did before I started using it.

The only negatives (and they aren’t negative really) is that the pillow is heavy when its full and you can hear some sloshing of water depending on your movements. But it doesn’t bother me when I sleep. I swear to you, it is life changing!! I really don’t think I could go back to a ‘normal’ pillow!

The Floating Comfort Pillow by Mediflow MSRP is only $49.99. For more information, visit www.mediflow.com.

Of course everyone has their own likes when it comes to the comfort and firmness of their pillow, and this may not necessarily be right for everyone. But I loved it. My husband is a bit jealous too 😉

Who else needs a good night’s sleep? I ask because our friends at Mediflow want to give one lucky reader a Floating Comfort Pillow of their own!

All you have to do is enter the giveaway below.

_(Giveaway open to residents of Canada (excl. Quebec) and the_ US)

xo

D

_DISCLOSURE : This post is in partnership with Mediflow but, as always, opinions are my own…_

question: What kind of content is the article?

answer: It's a sponsored blog post.

question: Why did the author have sleeping problems?

answer: She used to wake up a lot when her children were very young. Now they are older, but she still wakes up randomly during the night.

question: What is Mediflow's main claim about their pillow?

answer: They claim to be the only clinically proven pillow to improve sleep quality.

question: How is the Floating Comfort Pillow customized?

answer: It can be filled with water depending on how firm or soft a pillow is desired.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: The author talks about her lack of steady sleep after having a kid. She's able to sleep now that her children are older, but she still wakes up at random moments during the night. Then, she introduces the Floating Comfort Pillow by Mediflow. It's the only clinically proven pillow to improve sleep quality. She says she can have a full night's sleep without interruptions. The author discloses that the post is in partnership with Mediflow, but the opinions are hers.


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It is understood that the Criminal Assets Bureau has agreed the sale of the equestrian centre formerly owned by convicted criminal John Gilligan.

[CAB sells Gilligan's equestrian centre after 16 years]

It is understood that the Criminal Assets Bureau has agreed the sale of the equestrian centre formerly owned by convicted criminal John Gilligan.

The Jessbrook Centre in County Kildare had been the centre of a 16-year legal battle, before the Supreme Court gave the green light for it to be put on the market.

It had gone on sale earlier this year, with a guide price of €500,000.

Gilligan was recently released from prison having served 17 years for drug trafficking.

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question: Describe John Gilligan.

answer: John Gilligan is a convicted criminal who was released from prison after serving 17 years for drug trafficking.

question: What is the Jessbrook Centre?

answer: An equestrian center formerly owned by Gilligan, now being sold by the Criminal Assets Bureau with a price guide of €500,000 after a 16-year legal battle.

question: Where do the events of the article occur?

answer: The equestrian center is located in Kildare, which is in Ireland.

question: What is CAB?

answer: The Criminal Assets Bureau.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Formerly owned by convicted drug-trafficker John Gilligan, the Jessbrook Centre (an equestrian center) is being put up for sale by the Criminal Assets Bureau after a lengthy legal battle.


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The ST. ANTHONY HOTEL is a historic 10-story hotel in downtown San Antonio, Texas, USA. Built in 1909, it was considered one of the most luxurious hotels in the United States and hosted a wide range of film stars, royalty, and other famous guests. It is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

History

[St. Anthony Hotel in 1913.] [The St. Anthony at 300 E. Travis St. in San Antonio (2015)]

The St. Anthony Hotel was constructed by cattlemen B. L. Naylor, F. M. Swearingen, and A. H. Jones. The men believed that San Antonio was destined to become an important tourist destination and that a luxury hotel would bring an influx of wealthy people coming to the city.[1]

The St. Anthony was the first luxury hotel in the city. All the rooms had mahogany moldings and furnishings and telephones, Half of the rooms had private baths.[2] It also featured doors which opened automatically, and electric lights that turned off when the patron locked their hotel room door.[3] It was so technologically advanced that it was considered among the world's most modern hotels. The hotel also featured a richly appointed bar and lounge named “Peacock Alley”, added in the 1930s.[4] The hotel's St. Anthony Club restaurant also became well known for its excellent food. In 1915, the owners doubled the capacity of the hotel to 430 rooms.

[St. Anthony Hotel lobby in 1913.] In the depths of the Great Depression, however, the hotel fell on difficult times. It began to deteriorate, and the banks foreclosed on the owners.[5] Ralph W. Morrison, civic leader and rancher, purchased the hotel in 1935 for $475,000.[6] That year, the hotel added air conditioning and a drive-up registration desk.[7] Morrison purchased an extensive art collection to hang in the public spaces, and oriental carpets and French Empire furnishings for the public lounges.[8]

In 1982 the hotel was bought by Inter-Continental Hotels. It was renovated and reopened in 1983 as the ST. ANTHONY INTER-CONTINENTAL SAN ANTONIO. It completed renovations and joined The Luxury Collection on November 19, 2015.

Famous Guests

The St. Anthony Hotel has hosted a number of famous people. These include President Franklin D. Roosevelt, President Dwight D. Eisenhower, General Douglas MacArthur, Vice President John Nance Garner, and humorist Will Rogers.[9] Lyndon B. Johnson spent his honeymoon there.[10] The Newton Gang often resided there in the winter.[11] The hotel was also home to the cast of the first film to win the Academy Award for Best Picture, _Wings_. Stars of the film that stayed at the hotel included Richard Arlen, Charles "Buddy" Rogers and Clara Bow.[12]

In 2012, the hotel hosted the Arena Football University. At this event, arena football teams meet with vendors and league officials to discuss the upcoming season.[13]

Famous deaths

Samuel Gompers, president of the American Federation of Labor, died in the hotel on December 13, 1924.[14]

Texas politician Robert L. Bobbitt lived in the St. Anthony for the last year of his life prior to his death in 1972.

In the moments leading up to his death, Major General Frederick Funston, who President Woodrow Wilson favored as leader of the American Expeditionary Force in the First World War, was relaxing in the lobby of the hotel listening to _The Blue Danube_ Waltz. After commenting, “How beautiful it all is,” he collapsed from a massive painful heart attack (myocardial infarction) and died on February 19, 1917. He was holding six-year old Inez Harriet Silverberg in his arms. Wilson was forced to choose General John Pershing as a replacement.[15]

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title: The St. Anthony Hotel

question: What convinced the original owners of the St. Anthony Hotel that it was destined to be a tourist destination?

answer: Naylor, Swearingen, and Jones believed St. Anthony Hotel will be a hit with famous people because of the way they designed and furnished it. They did everything to make it a place of luxury by putting in private baths, telephones, and electric lights that automatically turn off when anyone closes the door.


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SAMPO may refer to:

-   Sampo, a magical artifact in Finnish mythology

Music

-   “Sampo”, a song on symphonic power metal band Amberian Dawn's _End of Eden_ album
-   “Sampo”, a song on Amorphis's album _Skyforger_

Companies

-   Sampo Group, a Finnish insurance company
-   Sampo Bank, a Finnish banking company
-   Sampo, a trademark of the former Finnish company Rosenlew, currently trademark of Sampo-Rosenlew
-   Sampo Corporation, a Taiwanese manufacturer of TVs and monitors and other electrical products

Transport

-   _Sampo_, Finnish icebreaker, built 1898
-   _Sampo_, Finnish icebreaker, built 1960

Others

-   _Sampo_ (brachiopod), a fossil brachiopod genus named after the mythical artifact
-   _Sampo_ (film), a 1959 Soviet-Finnish fantasy film directed by Aleksandr Ptushko, based loosely on the Kalevala mythology
-   2091 Sampo, a mainbelt asteroid
-   Samp'o, a city near Seoul in South Korea
-   Peter V. Sampo, a founder of liberal arts colleges

title: Sampo (disambiguation)

question: Whose album titled "Skyforger" has a song called "Sampo"?

answer: Amorphis.

question: In what country's mythology is the sampo an artifact?

answer: Finland.

question: Sampo the creature belongs to which genus?

answer: Brachiopod.

question: Sampo the city is near which major metropolitan city in Asia?

answer: Seoul.


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One source told the 'Post' that the man was suspected of receiving $25,000 in commission for his role in the sale of the house.

David Friedman

(photo credit: REUTERS)

US Ambassador David M. Friedman has demanded the immediate release of Isaam Akel, a Palestinian-American arrested by the Palestinian Authority security forces two months ago for engaging in a real estate transaction with Jews in the Muslim Quarter of Jerusalem’s Old City.

“Akel’s incarceration is antithetical to the values of the US & to all who advocate the cause of peaceful coexistence,” said Friedman on Twitter. “We demand his immediate release.”

  The Pal Authority has been holding US citizen Isaam Akel in prison for ~2 months. His suspected “crime”? Selling land to a Jew. Akel’s incarceration is antithetical to the values of the US & to all who advocate the cause of peaceful coexistence. We demand his immediate release.

  — David M. Friedman (@USAmbIsrael) November 28, 2018

Palestinian sources said Akel, a resident of Bethlehem, had worked for the PA Ministry for Local Government.

“The 55-year-old man, who is a US citizen, is being interrogated by the Palestinians security agencies in Ramallah for his role in the sale of an Arab-owned house in the Old City of Jerusalem to a Jewish organization,” sources told The Jerusalem Post upon Akel’s arrest.

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They said that the man arrested was suspected of acting as a “solicitor” between the owner of the house and Ateret Cohenim, a yeshiva group that has long been purchasing Arab-owned property in the east Jerusalem and the Old City, which reportedly purchased the house in the Old city of Jerusalem’s Muslim Quarter.

A senior PA security official in Ramallah refused to comment on Akel’s arrest and detention.

US government officials said they were aware of the arrest and expressed concern that he would be treated fairly. They said the State Department was in touch with the PA regarding the arrest.

Last week, the Palestinian Islamic religious authorities in east Jerusalem reaffirmed a _fatwa_ (religious decree) prohibiting Palestinians from selling their houses and lands to Israelis. Some Palestinians have called for imposing the death penalty on those who violate the ban.

One source told the _Post_ that Akel received $25,000 for brokering the sale of the house, which belonged to a Palestinian widow. The source said it was unclear whether Akel was involved in the recent sale of a second property in the Muslim Quarter to Ateret Cohanim.
Earlier this month, several Jewish families moved into the Joudeh family house, triggering a wave of protests among many Palestinians. The PA government recently announced that it has formed a commission of inquiry to investigate how the house was sold to the Jewish organization.

The Joudeh family has strongly denied selling their house to Ateret Cohanim. Members of the family said they sold the house to Khaled al-Atari, a businessman from east Jerusalem with close ties to the PA’s Mukhabarat (General Intelligence Force) headed by Gen. Majed Faraj.

The family said it originally sold the house to Fadi Elsalameen, a Palestinian ex-pat living in the US, but canceled the contract after he failed to pay the agreed sum. Elsalameen is believed to be closely associated with deposed Fatah leader Mohammed Dahlan, an arch-enemy of PA President Mahmoud Abbas.

Elsalameen claimed the PA exerted pressure on the Joudeh family to cancel the transaction and sell the house instead to Atari. He has also accused Faraj and the PA General Intelligence Force of facilitating the sale of the house, which is located a few hundred meters from the Temple Mount, to Ateret Cohenim.

The Joudeh family has published a copy of the deed issued by the Justice Ministry’s Land Title Register Authority (Tabu) showing the ownership of the house was transferred to Atari on August 23, 2018.

That same day, ownership was flipped to an overseas company called Daho Holdings Ltd., according to the document.

Atari, an east Jerusalem businessman, has failed to explain how the house ended up being registered under the name of a foreign company, which apparently acted as a front on behalf of Ateret Cohenim.

Last week, Palestinian activists in east Jerusalem summoned Atari and a representative of the Joudeh family for what some Palestinians described as a kangaroo court in an attempt to find out who sold the house to Ateret Cohanim. A video of the “court” hearing posted on Facebook has gone viral, with many Palestinians calling for the “execution” of those involved in the transaction for “high treason.”

On November 22, Israel Police arrested east Jerusalem residents Abdullah Alqam, Fadi Mtur and Kamal Abu Kweider on suspicion of incitement for their role in organizing the “court” hearing and threatening Atari. The three were arrested hours before a second “court” session was scheduled to convene.

question: Who is Isaam Akel?

answer: He is a 55-year-old Palestinian-American who was arrested by the Palestinian Authority security forces for engaging in a real estate transaction with Jews in the Muslim Quarter of Jerusalem's Old City.

question: Who purchased the property?

answer: Ateret Cohenim, a yeshiva group that has long been purchasing Arab-owned property in East Jerusalem and the Old City.

question: Who is David M. Friedman?

answer: He s the US Ambassador who is demanding the release of US citizen Isaam Akel from the Pal Authority.

question: Who are the original owners of the house and what are their thoughts on the issue?

answer: The house is owned by the Joudeh family and they have denied selling the house to Ateret Cohanim.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: US Ambassador David M. Friedman has demanded the release of US Citizen Isaam Akel, who was arrested by the Palestinian Authority security forces for acting as a "solicitor" between the Palestinian owners of the house and Ateret Cohenim, a yeshiva group that has long been purchasing Arab-owned property in East Jerusalem and the Old City. Akel, 55, is a Palestinian-Ameican resident of Bethlehem and has worked for the PA Ministry for Local Government. The Joudeh family, who own the house, have denied selling the property to Ateret Cohenim.


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MARK A. MOYAR (born May 12, 1971) is the former Director of the Office for Civilian-Military Cooperation at the US Agency for International Development.[1] He served previously as the Director of the Project on Military and Diplomatic History[2][3] at the Center for Strategic and International Studies, and has been a Senior Fellow at the Foreign Policy Research Institute[4] and a member of the Hoover Institution Working Group on the Role of Military History in Contemporary Conflict.[5]

Early life

Moyar was born May 12, 1971 in Cleveland, Ohio to Bert and Marjorie Moyar. He graduated from Hawken School in Gates Mills, Ohio in 1989.

Education

Moyar holds a B.A. _summa cum laude_ in history from Harvard University and a Ph.D. in history from Cambridge University. While a student at Harvard, he wrote for the conservative student newspaper _The Harvard Salient_. He also played saxophone in the Harvard Jazz Band with legendary saxophonist Joshua Redman.

Accomplishments

His articles on historical and current events have appeared in the _New York Times_, the _Wall Street Journal_, and the _Washington Post_. During his time as a Senior Fellow at the Joint Special Operations University (2013-2015), he published three lengthy studies on special operations—in Colombia, Afghanistan, and Mali: Village Stability Operations and the Afghan Local Police (2014),[6] Countering Violent Extremism in Mali (2015),[7] and Persistent Engagement in Colombia (2014) [8]

Moyar is the author of the 2006 book _Triumph Forsaken: The Vietnam War, 1954–1965_. In it he argues that Ngo Dinh Diem was an effective leader. Moyar states that supporting the November 1963 coup was one of the worst American mistakes of the war. The other biggest mistakes according to Moyar were: the failure to cut the Ho Chi Minh trail, and the United States Congress' refusal to support the South Vietnamese government after the 1973 Paris Peace Accords were violated, and the refusal of emergency aid to South Vietnam near the end of the war.

_Triumph Forsaken_ caused a great stir and many opinionated reviews, some negative, as well as some positive. In response to the reactions engendered by the book, Andrew Wiest and Michael J. Doidge edited _Triumph revisited : historians battle for the Vietnam War_ (2010),[9] a collection of detailed reviews of the book by 15 different academic historians. The reviews are attached to responses by Moyar, who challenges the criticism of his work.

Books

-   _Phoenix and the Birds of Prey: The CIA's Secret Campaign to Destroy the Viet Cong_ (1997)
    -   Republished in 2007 as _Phoenix and the Birds of Prey: Counterinsurgency and Counterterrorism in Vietnam_ with a foreword by Harry Summers and a new preface and chapter;
-   _Triumph Forsaken: The Vietnam War, 1954–1965_ (2006)
-   _A Question of Command: Counterinsurgency from the Civil War to Iraq_ (2009)
-   _Strategic Failure: How President Obama's Drone Warfare, Defense Cuts, and Military Amateurism Have Imperiled America_ (2015)
-   _Aid for Elites: Building Partner Nations and Ending Poverty through Human Capital_ (2016)
-   _Oppose Any Foe: The Rise of America’s Special Operations Forces_ (2017)

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question: What does the text say about the war in Iraq?

question: What does the text say about Mark Moyar's early life and education?

answer: Mark Moyar was born on May 12, 1971, in Cleveland, Ohio to Bert and Marjorie Moyar. He graduated from Hawken School in Gates Mills, Ohio in 1989. Moyar holds a B.A. in History (Summa Cum Laude) from Harvard University and a Ph.D. from Cambridge University. While a student at Harvard, he wrote for the conservative student newspaper, The Harvard Salient. Moyar also played saxophone in the Harvard Jazz Band.

question: What does the text say about Moyar's career?

answer: Moyar is the former Director of the Office for Civilian-Military Cooperation at the U.S. Agency for International Development. He previously served as the Director of the Project on Military and Diplomatic History at the Center for Strategic and International Studies. Moyar has been a Senior Fellow at the Foreign Policy Research Institute. He was also a member of the Hoover Institution Working Group on the Role of Military History in Contemporary Conflict.

question: What does the text say about Moyar's accomplishments as a writer?

answer: Moyar's articles on historical and current events have appeared in The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, and The Washington Post. He published three lengthy articles on special operations in Colombia, Afghanistan, and Mali during his time as a Senior Fellow at the Joint Operations University. Moyar is the author of the 2006 book, "Triumph Forsaken: The Vietnam War, 1954-1965", which caused a great stir and many opinionated reviews, both positive and negative.


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RICHARD LEE “DICK” ARNDT (born March 12, 1944 in Bonners Ferry, Idaho) is a former professional American football defensive tackle in the National Football League. He played four seasons with the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Born and raised in northern Idaho, Arndt graduated from Sandpoint High School in 1962 and played college football at Stanford and Idaho. A future pick in the 1966 NFL Draft, he was selected in fifth round (77th overall) by the Los Angeles Rams, but stayed in college and turned pro after the 1966 season.

The Rams traded the rights to Arndt along with quarterback Ron Smith and a second round draft pick to the Green Bay Packers for running back Tom Moore. Arndt worked out at offensive guard and tackle before switching to defensive tackle in the Packers' 1967 training camp before the Packers traded Arndt to the Pittsburgh Steelers for a fourth round draft pick prior to the start of the 1967 season. For the Steelers, Arndt played in all 14 games in '67, three in '68 and '69 and all 14 games again in 1970. Cut in 1971, Arndt tried out for the Washington Redskins that season and New England Patriots the following season before retiring from the NFL.[1]

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question: What is Dick Arndt's full given name?

answer: Richard Lee Arndt.

question: What year was he born?

answer: 1944.

question: Which sport does he play?

answer: American football.

question: Where did he play college football?

answer: Stanford and Idaho.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Richard Lee "Dick" Arndt, born 1944 in Idaho, is a former professional American football defensive tackle in the National Football League. He played four seasons with the Pittsburgh Steelers.