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The cartographer sighed. A vast emptiness lay spread out before him. An infinite amount of space to be found and recorded. The cartographer glanced lazily at the ship’s console. The console was a complicated looking collection of screens, dials, buttons, joysticks and lights. To an ordinary person merely looking at the console would be enough to give him a week long headache. To the cartographer the console was simply a part of his life, as was the boundless swirling space through which he traveled. The brilliance of the stars and the awe-inspiring shooting stars did not faze the cartographer. To think that he had once wanted this job! This demanding job which required endless hours to be spent sitting in the cockpit, steering the ship and recording the cultures of each planet day after day, year after year. After the establishment of the Federation, world peace was achieved on Earth. The Federation decided to create a map of the vast and infinite space, to record what was there in the seemingly empty void. At the same time, it was realized that for all the humans on other planets a different culture may have evolved. A culture different from Earth’s, with food which can’t be tasted on earth, languages and traditions completely alien to those seen on earth. To record all this information, cartographers of space were born. Each cartographer would travel around space in a ship which would automatically map the space around itself. The cartographers were equipped which special devices which functioned as cameras, which could also record textures, smells and tastes. They also had a microphone which allowed them to speak and understand what was being said, even in alien languages. This functioned by scanning and comparing speech patterns across all of earth’s languages, which was enabled by connecting to a database using ethereal waves, a very high speed beam of information containing highly energized particles. The cartographer’s ships worked in the same way and allowed the cartographers to sync their maps and information to form one giant map of the universe. Many young people signed up to travel around the universe and enjoy the sights.
However, this cartographer was tired of it all. He no longer wanted to try new food, or to see new things. He was free to go anywhere in the whole universe, and yet there was nowhere he wanted to go. He couldn’t even resign and go home. After all, how could he return to an ordinary life after has witnessed the extraordinary? To the cartographer space was not a mysterious and inviting world. It wasn’t an exotic ocean with something new to be seen at each and every turn. It was simply a vast collection of repetitive patterns, and infinitely iterated fractal, an art exhibition containing the same painting over and over again, with only a different use of color to differentiate between each painting. Suddenly the sharp voice of the ship’s navigation system cut through the lamenting thoughts of the cartographer.
“Sir, we are approaching a high energy field. The space around it appears warped. What are your instructions?”
The cartographer thought deeply. What would he have to lose? What would he stand to gain? Would the warp field be a harmless fluctuation in space? Or was it something grander? Perhaps it was sign of the end of the world, or maybe even the edge of space and time itself. The cartographer decided that any excitement would be worth it, even if it meant risking his life. After so many days of boredom, the cartographer was looking for any chance to escape his routine life.
“Proceed straight ahead”
Commanded the cartographer.
The ship headed directly for the center of the fluctuation. The cartographer moved forward in his seat, he had a feeling that things were about to become interesting.
A bright light exploded out from the center of the warped field. Time and space began to unravel around the cartographer as he watched the dazzling fireworks. The cartographer felt a strange feeling as if he was able to view the universe in its entirety spread out before him. He watched the brilliant stars float beyond him, and a myriad variety of planets whizz past. The cartographer looked down and realized that his ship was no longer around him, his clothes no longer on him and that he was floating through the depths of space unaided. The cartographer suddenly felt a jolt, as if he had been hit by a tremendous force. He was then unconscious.
When he came to, the cartographer lay in an empty white room that contained a humungous sign with a silver lining. In the center of the sign there were brilliant letters shone which read, “WELCOME TO THE OUTSIDE”. As he read and examined the sign, a man wearing a brightly colored robe entered the room. The cartographer looked at the man, aware of his own expression of confusion. He thought he had seen everything in the galaxy, but this was new to him. The man smiled at the cartographer.
“Welcome to the outside of the universe.”
“The outside?” Asked the cartographer.
“Yes. However you’ll find that there isn’t much difference from the outside and the inside. With one exception.”
The cartographer felt a sudden sting of dismay. He was hoping for something which would defy the confines of the knowledge he owned. He was seeking something beyond the ordinary, something which was unprecedented, something unseen. He hoped that at least the exception mentioned would be of some interest to him.
“An exception?”
“Yes, here on the outside, we have the ability to simulate universes, to create an infinitely vast space and then define the physical rules of the said space. In order to solve problems of overpopulation we have sent the excess of our people to these simulations. This is the outside, all of the simulations are the various insides. Currently we have 1,485,295 simulated worlds active. However, we sent those people to the simulated worlds long ago, and they seemed to have blended in with the indigenous species in each universe. Now, the people of the outside wish to have greater understanding of our own simulations. They wish to obtain knowledge about the various cultures present. It has come to my attention that you were hired to create a map of your world. I request you to aid in creation of map of all the worlds.”
“Are you trying to say, you want me to explore a large number of universes each with an infinite amount and catalogue every of each of these universes in order to create this map? That would take all of eternity.”
“No, no. There are already people who have begun cataloguing some of the other worlds. Besides, you don’t need to travel through the entire universe, after how much variation can any species produce? Anyways, all the data collected by each one of the data collectors is transferred back to us via high energy particle transmissions.”
“Ethereal waves?”
“Yes, I do believe it was called so in your simulation.”
The cartographer was reminded of the day he first became a cartographer brimming with excitement of the prospect of travelling the universe. Now he would get to see an infinite amount of infinite variation. The cartographer let out a satisfied sigh.  There was much to explore, and much to be seen.

title: The Cartographer [feedback]

question: What is the cartographer doing in space?

answer: It's his job to create a map of the vast space and record the cultures of each planet.

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: In outer space

question: Who abducted the cartographer?

answer: A man from the outside of the universe

question: What does "THE OUTSIDE" refer to in the sign that reads “WELCOME TO THE OUTSIDE”?

answer: It refers to the outside of the universe.

question: Who are the major characters of the story?

answer: The cartographer and the man from the outside of the universe.

question: What's the name of the cartographer?

answer: That information can’t be found.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The cartographer travels in a ship to create a map of the vast space and record the cultures of each planet, but he's bored of his job. When his ship approaches a high energy field, he becomes curious and goes straight ahead. He fell unconscious and when he wakes up, he is greeted by a man who says they are at the outside of the universe, where they can simulate different worlds. The man wants the cartographer to create a map of all their simulated worlds.


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is a public holiday in Japan that usually occurs on September 22 or 23, the date of Southward equinox in Japan Standard Time (autumnal equinox can occur on different dates for different time zones). Due to the necessity of recent astronomical measurements, the date of the holiday is not officially declared until February of the previous year. Autumnal Equinox Day became a public holiday in 1948. In 1947 and before, it was the date of , an event relating to Shintoism. Like other holidays, this holiday was repackaged as a non-religious holiday for the sake of separation of religion and state in Japan's postwar constitution.

Recent Japanese equinoxes

Celebration

On this day, people will reconnect with their families by tending to the graves of ancestors, and visiting shrines and temples. People also celebrate the good weather and autumn harvest by enjoying outdoor activities and eating Shūbun no Hi snacks such as botamochi– a ball of sweet rice in azuki paste.

title: Autumnal Equinox Day

question: Is the Autumnal Equinox Day a religious holiday?

answer: It is technically a religious holiday, though it is not packaged as such due to Japan's postwar constitution which advocates the separation of religion and state.


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Samsung is apparently not keen on letting Apple's recent Maps mishap in Australia go unnoticed, and is poking fun of its rival in downtown Sydney today.

CNET Australiahas snapped pics of a little guerrilla marketing by Samsung featuring a muddied-up vehicle with a tent and other camping supplies. Next to it is a sign that says, "Oops, should have gotten a Samsung Galaxy S III. Get navigation you can trust."

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The lost vehicle and signage, of course, are referring to recent incidences of people getting stranded in a wilderness area around Australia's Murray-Sunset National Park instead of the town of Mildura after searching for the latter in Apple's Maps software.

Over the weekend, local Australian police put out a notice encouraging iPhone owners to rely instead on paper maps or an alternate GPS system. The issue has since been fixed and attributed, in part, to a double listing in the national GPS database.

Samsung's poke at Apple is just its most recent marketing attack. The company has put considerable resources into a TV advertising campaign knocking Apple's devices as under-featured, and those who shop for it as out of touch.

The two companies continue to duke it out in the courtroom, with some of the fallout from the August verdict -- which found Samsung had infringed Apple's patents involving the iPhone and iPad -- to be determined over the next few weeks.

question: Who are the two companies involved?

answer: Samsung and Apple

question: Explain what the court case is about.

answer: Samsung infringed on Apple's patents involving the iPhone and iPad.

question: What country did the incident in this article take place in?

answer: Australia

question: Describe the main focus of the article.

answer: A bit of guerilla marketing by Samsung poking fun at incidences of people getting stranded in the wilderness while using Apple's Maps software.

question: Who is the author of the article?

answer: Nic Healey

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article highlights a piece of guerilla marketing by Samsung in which they mock recent incidents where people wound up stranded in the wilderness when using Apple Maps. The article also details an ongoing patent infringement court case between the two rival companies.


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Fear is like a seed. It starts out small, but with time and without restraint, it grows inside me, consumes me, and leaves me an empty husk of my former self. When I was a young child, I had no fears. I could climb the tallest tree, swim the longest lake, run the longest distance. My father smiled at my innocence, and my mother laughed at my youthfulness. Then my mother got very sick. She had fourth stage pancreatic cancer and died just two weeks after she had been diagnosed. This all happened when I was just twelve years old. My father turned bitter and violent. He never hit me, but his harsh and condescending words hurt as much as a whip. My mother was an incredible piano player, and my father forced me to follow in her footsteps. I practiced hard and often, but my father was insatiable; he would scream and hurl profanities at me every time I missed a key. That’s when I learned about fear; fear is the ugly clang of my fingers slipping on the piano keys, knowing that every mistake I make is just one more thing for my father to add to my list of failures. Fear is the icy gust that makes my skin prickle as my sharp-tongued father slams the door.

Despite my protest, my father entered me in multiple piano contests. He told me that he didn't expect me to win, but that maybe the judges would find me so abominable that they’d take pity on me and give me a prize anyway. A few minutes before I took the stage, my stomach clenched up; at my very first performance, I discovered I had crippling stage fright. I realized fear is the suffocating vice that crushes my lungs and leaves me gasping for breath. The once friendly applause of the crowd now sounds like a wild chant dooming me to failure. Fear is the acidic taste that fills my mouth as I prepare to take the stage. The gentle melody of the other performer’s music now sounds like a clock, loud and patronizing, counting down to the moment I will take the stage, and how much longer I have until I must return to my father’s condescending words.   Fear is the pounding of my heart and the inescapable glare of the spotlight, focused only on me. The heat is suffocating, but not as much as the thought that if this performance isn't perfect, my father will scream at me until his voice and my self-esteem are worn away.

I sat down nervously and played my song. I made no mistakes, but my playing lacked any feelings or emotions. Fear had shut me down; I couldn't have stopped playing if my life had depended on it. After the show, a boy slightly older than me congratulated me on my performance. I would see him see him many times throughout the next year; his name was Tyler. I went to my father expecting to get a fake smile to appease the judges (in years past, his shouts and abusive nature had worried the judges, which had led to awkward confrontations), but he just dragged me into the car.
“What on Earth was that crap?! Did I waste my precious time teaching you how to press keys? No! I taught you to win! Clearly, you don’t have your mother’s talent. I guess you’ll never be good enough. I should have known better.”

The rest of the drive home was spent in an angry silence. Fear is the salty tang in the air as bitter tears stain my cheeks.

As many more terrifying piano recitals came and went, I grew very close to Tyler. I was with him every day from six to nine for five years, and he became my closest friend. I trusted him with my life and told him all about my verbally abusive father. He seemed to be the only one who understood my unhappiness; he had a mother who was equally strict, although she had abandoned him a few months before he and I had met. We ended up dating and moved in together when I was eighteen; although my father couldn't control me, I could still hear his insults repeated in my head. Without my father there to hurl insults at me, I began to do it on my own. Tyler had started out very kind and understanding, but soon became frustrated with my crazy ramblings; he would often beat me when I muttered about what a failure I was. It was then that I learned fear is loving someone who will only hurt you. Fear is the slap of realization that my life will only get worse; just as bitter a feeling as Tyler actually slapping me. Tyler soon called my father to our house. When he saw my disheveled appearance, he laughed and told me I looked close to snapping. When those words passed his lips, a strange look came over his face.
The next day my father was found dead, and I was convicted as the murderer after. I had been deemed medically insane and a danger to society. It is from this penitentiary that I tell you my story. Fear is an ocean. Its tides ebb and flow; sometimes there is only a prickling of doubt, sometimes there is an overwhelming urge to hide and never come out. Fear is the shock of losing my desperate hold on the cliff of my life, plunging into the frigid waters below, the weight of my past dragging me down past the crashing waves. The ocean of my fears has swallowed me up, and I have been imprisoned. There is no escape; I will stay forgotten, alone in this room until I lose all sense of time and hope. Falsely kind faces smile at me and tell me that I’m alright, and I’ll only be here for “a short while”, but I know that I’ll be here forever. Fear is the realization that no matter what they say, I won’t be all right.

title: Fear is

question: What fate does the main character suffer?

answer: She is put in prison for murdering her father.

question: Why does the main character enter into a cycle of abuse?

answer: Her father starts verbally abusing her after her mother dies.

question: What happens when she moves in with her best friend Tyler?

answer: Her abusive thoughts manifest as Tyler beating her.

question: What activity does the main character's father's abuse center around?

answer: Playing the piano.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This story is about a girl who is abused by her father after her mother dies. She begins to date one of her best friends from piano class but he starts to beat her. Then he calls her father over and she becomes so enraged she kills him, and goes to prison.


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DeDowell lit a cigarette and put it up to his lips. He breathed in deeply, filling his lungs with tar and other black things. DeDowell heard somewhere  that smoking can kill you. That's when he picked up the habit.

This is what it is to have a friend.

DeDowell had one hand on his cigarette and one hand on his gun. The hand holding the gun was raised to his own head, working hard at an itch that he had behind his left ear.

This is what it is to have a dry scalp.

In front of DeDowell there are three men. Tom Brochart, a wealthy banker who has been cheating on his wife for the past three years, eight months, and seventeen days. Phil O'May, a slob by all means of the word, hadn't been in work for over two years. And Harold Kempner. Harold Kempner was a homo nympho. Personally, I have nothing against homos or nymphos, but that is what DeDowell labeled his sin as. Greed, sloth and lust. Three of the seven sins sitting in front of us, stripped down to their boxers, briefs, and pink frilled underwear, respectively. Three sets of warm legs that stunk of ammonia.

This is what it is to piss your pants.

DeDowell was still itching his head with an almost unnecessary level of aggression when Tom spoke.
"What is it you want, huh? Is it money? I have money. More than  you could spend! Let me go home to my family and  I swear, you will have all the mon-"

Tom Brochart went limp. His torso slumped to the front, twisted to the left, then fell flat with his hands still tied behind his back with the industrial strength rope that DeDowell gets from the outdoor supply shop. Harold Kempner starts to sob.

This is what it is to be shot in the head with a .44 revolver.

You would be surprised how fast someone dies when they are shot with a .44.

Harold Kempner keeps crying and Phil O'May looked wide eyed at the now corps of Tom Brochart. His eyes fixed on the exit hole, which due to the fragmentation of the hollow point bullet that was sent rocketing through it faster than the speed of sound, is much bigger than the entrance.

DeDowell takes another puff of his cigarette. "That's it" he says. "We only needed one. Just one shit stain cleaned from the comforter of humanity." He blows the smoke out of his nose. "You two get the fuck out of here." DeDowell tosses the cigarette on the floor and steps on it.

Harold Kempner and Phil O'May don't budge. Not a muscle. "Didn't you hear me? I said get the fuck out of here! Leave! Before I change my mind!" Neither of them move. "Fine" DeDowell says "fine"  he sits down on the floor. "I'll sit right here until one of you gets up and walks away."

After some time, it is Harold Kempner that gets up and starts running. A shame, really. I have nothing against homo nymphos. About nine yards later and Harold has a hole the size of a golf ball in his back and one about the size of a softball in his chest.

This is what it is to be lied to.

DeDowell tosses the gun  in front of Phil and we walk away. The gun is for Phil to do himself in if he wants. But not us. We spared him. Showed him mercy. As we walk, both of us secretly hope that he picks up the gun and shots us. Both of us, dead. That way we don't have to buy more cigarettes on the way home.

This is what it is  to be enlightened.

title: DeDowell

question: Who is Phil O'May?

answer: Phil O'May is a man who has been unemployed for two years. DeDowell spares his life, but leaves him a gun in case he would like to kill himself.

question: Who is Tom Brochart?

answer: Tom Brochart is a wealthy banker who has been cheating on his wife. DeDowell kills hi for the sin of greed.

question: Who is Harold Kempner?

answer: Harold Kempner is a gay man. DeDowell kills him for the sin of lust.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: DeDowell's companion, who is present for the murders

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: DeDowell abducts three men, murders two of them for their sins, and offers the third a gun so that he may kill himself if he wishes.


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Damn Foggy Glass

He wore slim glasses, saggy blue jeans, and a dark grey long sleeve. At first glance you’d guess he's a 22-year-old Mexican guy with a sense of humor, but in reality he's a boring 26-year-old Japanese guy from Fullerton California, a suburban city east of LA. When he wants to talk he lunges toward you into a trap where you have no escape. You’ll stand there listening to his endless stories, which could be fake by its exaggerated nature. You’ll smile and laugh “ha, ha, ha” and you'll nod away till his dullness leaves the room, and only then are you allowed to take a nice deep breath of fresh air.

Though he has a sense of humor from which you can tell he has been around, the dullness of his character and the size of his ego can reality destroy any positive image of him. For the weak minded, he’ll engulf your every thought with the very image of a total badass, but in actuality he's just another douche bag that talks down to you like a schoolteacher does to small child. Sadly, his very nature is found among many people all over California, a man so sure he’ll make it big one day, a man with an endless encyclopedia of catch fraises, and stories that have been recycled over the countless people who listen to them.

For me, I have no choice but to listen to his grey stories because he is my roommate. A man I am forced to bond with because some asshole pared me up with him, and because without him ill be living in the bed of my truck at some parking lot, without free Wi-Fi, and a place to take a shit. The first day I met him he played broken classic rock covers on his guitar while I was trying to watch an episode of Seinfeld, and the only time he stopped was to recite Family Guy lines from an episode he was watching on his laptop.

A few months later I had a girl come over from work to have a few drinks. We fooled around every weekend and one day in particular I was cooking some dinner and I heard my girl say something, so I nodded my head in agreement oblivious to what she had said. I heard the shower running, so I assumed she was taking a shower. When dinner was ready I went to check up on her to find that she was fuckin’ my roommate doggy style, and all I could see was the blurry outline of two bodies fuckin’ through the foggy glass. So without hesitation I got shit faced drunk off some cheap beer, beat the shit out of the living room, and took a piss on the floor. Next thing I know my girl comes running out from my room dry as hell in some lingerie, and my roommate runs out the door of the bathroom with some hot chick wet and naked. As for me, I'm standing there with one hand on my dick, one hand holding a beer, and my pants to my ankles. I slowly raised my pants, got my few belongings, through down some money for rent and damages, and left without saying a word.

By the way my roommates name is Julian and he’s a cunt if there ever was one.

title: Damn You Foggy Glass

question: Who are the main characters?

answer: The narrator and Julian, his roommate.

question: Why did the narrator piss on the floor?

answer: He thought his girl and his roommate Julian are making out in the shower.

question: What is the protagonist's relationship with the narrator?

answer: They are roommates.

question: Why does the narrator seem to not like the protagonist?

answer: He thinks the protagonist is a dull, boring character.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator has a roommate named Julian. One time the narrator's girl comes over, and he thinks Julian fools around with her in the shower. He gets mad and pisses on the floor, but it turns out it's a different girl.


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In December 2016, 78 people died in a mass methanol poisoning in Irkutsk, one of the largest cities in Siberia, Russia. Precipitated by drinking counterfeit surrogate alcohol, the death toll led the Associated Press news agency to call it “unprecedented in its scale”.[1]

While Russia is one of the highest consumers of alcohol per capita in the world, the use of non-traditional surrogate alcohols rapidly rose in the 2010s due to ongoing economic difficulties in Russia. Costing less than government-regulated vodka, surrogates reached an estimated height of twenty percent of the country's alcohol consumption by 2016. These products were often nearly pure alcohol that could be diluted to a rough approximation of vodka, and were commonly available from supermarkets, strategically placed vending machines, and other shops. In the Irkutsk incident, the victims drank scented bath lotion that was mislabeled as containing drinkable ethanol.

In the aftermath of the poisoning, regulations on products being used as surrogate alcohols were tightened around the country. Politicians announced a temporary ban on non-food items with more than 25 percent alcohol, which was extended several times, and the legal minimum price of vodka was lowered.

Causes and event

In the 2010s, Russia's economy suffered from a financial crisis, depressed oil prices, and international sanctions put into place during the Ukrainian crisis.[2][3][4] With less disposable income to spend, citizens were forced to take drastic measures. In 2017, for instance, approximately half of the country's population was growing fruits and vegetables to supplement their diet, caused in part by a doubling in food prices in the preceding two years.[5]

For alcohol, these citizens—already one of the highest consumers per capita in the world—turned to surrogates, a cheaper but unregulated segment of the alcohol market.[6][7] Russia's deputy prime minister remarked that such non-traditional alcohol made up twenty percent of the total consumed in the country,[8] a figure backed by independent reporting from _The Moscow Times_, which noted that the total was still growing.[9] Although overall consumption of all kinds of alcohol had been in decline since 2005,[10] experts estimated that greater than ten million Russians routinely purchased such alcohol.[11] Such a large consumption of unregulated alcohol led to a “regular occurrence” of alcohol poisonings, but the death toll in this single incident was far higher than the norm.[12]

The hawthorn-scented bath lotion, or _boyaryshnik_, that caused the mass methanol poisoning was purchased as a drink because of its low price amid poor economic conditions. Although the bottles were typically half the size of traditional vodka, their alcohol content was such that they can be diluted into a strength similar to vodka.[13][14]

Such liquids were widely available in supermarkets, shops, and vending machines around Russia and were not subject to any legal age requirement; the alcohol excise tax, which had been increased as part of an anti-alcohol effort in 2009; or other restrictions placed in recent years to help curb alcohol consumption in the country.[15][16][17][18] The vending machines were a particularly problematic area: they were often deliberately placed near poorer areas of Russian cities, where the product would be appealing to those seeking a cheaper alternative to regular alcohol, and unlike legal alcoholic sales were available at all hours of the day or night.[19] “Everybody knew that it was not bath oil”, one individual told _The New York Times_ after the poisoning. “That label was just meant to fend off the inspectors”.[20]

The fatal batch of lotion involved in the December 2016 mass poisoning was made with methanol (methyl alcohol, wood alcohol, CH₃OH), which is poisonous to the central nervous system and other parts of the body. Methanol is cheaper than ethanol (ethyl alcohol, grain alcohol, CH₃CH₂OH), the alcohol found in vodka and other alcoholic drinks. The two alcohols are similar in many respects and cannot readily be distinguished, and their contents differed from the labels on the bottles, which indicated that they contained ethanol[21][22][23]—specifically, “93 percent of ethyl alcohol, hawthorn extract, lemon oil, diethyl phthalate and glycerol”.[24] An investigation later revealed that the methanol was usually used in the local production of antifreeze.[25]

According to early reports on 19 December, a total of 57 people were hospitalized, with 49 dying.[26][27] The victims were described as being poor residents of the Novo-Lenino neighborhood in Irkutsk, all between the ages of 35 and 50.[28][29] Subsequent reports increased the number affected: first to 55 deaths (with a total of 94 affected),[30] then 62 (with 107 affected),[31][32] 77 (number of affected not given),[33] and 78.[34]

The final death toll was 74, lowered from earlier reports after it was discovered that some of the deaths were the result of drinking too much of the non-fraudulent ethanol-based bath lotion.[35] A total of 123 people were hospitalized.[36] About a third of them were found in their homes, having died before being able to call for an ambulance.[37] Of the remainder, a problem in attempting to treat them was that fomepizole, a methanol antidote, is not certified for use in Russia and is therefore not available in the country's hospitals.[38] Overall, the victims included a doctor, teachers, nurses, and drivers; _The New York Times_ described the majority as holding “steady if low-paying jobs”.[39][40]

Aftermath

In the immediate aftermath of the poisoning, a state of emergency was declared.[41] Twenty-three people involved in the production of the lotion were arrested by Russian authorities, many of which were local vendors who sold the product, and one senior regional government official for the greater Siberian region being charged with negligence.[42][43] About of remaining counterfeit lotion were seized from the underground facility where it had been produced,[44] and a few days later of methanol-containing liquid was seized from a warehouse in Irkutsk.[45] A further five people were arrested in January 2017, charged with selling and publicizing surrogate alcohol.[46]

After the incident, a spokesperson for Russian president Vladimir Putin called it a “terrible tragedy”,[47] blaming it on a failing of “supervisory bodies”,[48] and added: “What happened in Irkutsk was a tremendous tragedy. Words fail me. Certainly this was an outrage because the inspectors and other agencies were supposed to prevent it, and didn't do so.”[49] Dmitry Medvedev, the prime minister, called for a ban on non-traditional alcoholic liquids like the bath lotion, stating that “it's an outrage, and we need to put an end to this”.[50] Days later, the Russian news agency Interfax reported that Putin planned to lower taxes on alcohol in an effort to curb the use of unsafe alcohol substitutes, requiring officials to present a plan by 31 March 2017.[51]

On 22 December, Putin announced that regulations on products with more than 25 percent alcohol would be tightened, and punishments would be increased for those who break manufacturing and distribution laws related to them.[52][53] In addition, deputy prime minister Alexander Khloponin publicly supported tightening access to “medications” like _boyaryshnik_ through requiring pharmaceutical prescriptions.[54]

On the following day, Medvedev ordered Russia's government agency devoted to consumer protection, Rospotrebnadzor, to ban all sales of non-food items with more than 25 percent alcohol. Their 30-day order came into effect on 26 December and was scheduled to run for one month before being extended for a further 60 days in January, March, and July; the restrictions did not cover perfumes and glass-cleaning products.[55][56][57] Further restrictions were considered, with one top health official announcing that a state monopoly may be imposed on Russia's perfume and pharmaceutical industries.[58] In the end, Russia amended its legal code to strengthen punishments for illegally producing and selling alcohol, banning the kind of alcoholic vending machines through which the Irkutsk bath lotion was sold, and prohibiting online advertisements of alcoholic retailers. The latter's legalization had been mooted prior to the poisoning.[59] Furthermore, the minimum legal price of vodka was lowered in both January and May 2017.[60]

Individuals interviewed by a _New York Times_ reporter in February 2017 were skeptical that any measures would be successful in significantly impacting illegal alcohol sales, given that it was such a high percentage of the total market for alcohol.[61] Indeed, vendors in Irkutsk reported that sales of surrogate alcohols did not decline after the poisoning.[62] Still, Rospotrebnadzor announced at the end of January that the country had seen its first decline in monthly alcohol poisoning deaths in five years.[63]

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title: 2016 Irkutsk mass methanol poisoning

question: What is the main topic of this article?

answer: In Irkutsk, Russia in December of 2016, 78 people died in a mass methanol poisoning. The victims drank a scented bath lotion that was mislabeled as drinkable ethanol.

question: Why did Russian people turn to "surrogates" alcohol in the 2010s?

answer: In the 2010s the Russian economy suffered greatly. Citizens began growing their own fruits and vegetables to supplement their diets because of the increase of food prices. They also turned to cheaper, unregulated alcohol.

question: What is the difference between methanol and ethanol?

answer: Methanol is methyl alcohol, wood alcohol, CH3OH and is poisonous to the central nervous system and other parts of the body. Ethanol is ethyl alcohol, grain alcohol, CH3CH2OH and is more expensive than methanol.

question: Was any action taken after the poisoning?

answer: A state of emergency was declared. Twenty-eight people involved in the production of the methanol were arrested.  While the government implemented stricter regulations around alcohol sales, the reported sales of surrogates didn't decline.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: In Irkutsk, Russia in December of 2016, 78 people died in a mass methanol poisoning. The victims drank a scented bath lotion that was mislabeled as drinkable ethanol. In the aftermath, the government implemented stricter regulations around alcohol sales, but the reported sales of surrogates didn't decline.


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By Jacqueline and PL Chang

The word “heart” is an anagram for the word “earth”. Hence, the phrase “home is where the heart is”.

Did you know that the human heart is the organ that generates the strongest electromagnetic field of any organ of the human body? In fact, the electromagnetic field of your heart can be measured up to a few feet away from your body.

Furthermore, this energy field changes in relation to your emotions. One thing you should know about electromagnetic field is that every organ and cell in your body generate an energy field.

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Because the heart generates the strongest electromagnetic field, the information stored in its electromagnetic field affects every organ and cell in your body.

Could this be why the heart is the first organ to function in a fetus?

Besides generating the strongest electromagnetic field, the heart has an intelligence of its own, which is why certain neurocardiologists refer to it as the heart-brain or the fifth brain.

According to neurocardiologists, the heart is not only made of muscle cells but also neurons.

Researchers at the Institute of HeartMath have done experiments proving that the heart’s role is not limited to just pumping blood. They believe it has intelligence and plays a major role in the perception of reality.

Here is an excerpt from my book STARADIGM that talks about the deeper roles of the heart:

  “The heart is one of the most important organs in the human body, because it is one of the main mediums for connecting us to each other and the Universe.

  “Conventional science has taught us that the main role of the heart is to pump blood to all the systems of the body. This definition of the heart is not very accurate. Besides pumping blood, the heart also has an intelligence of its own.

  “According to neurocardiologists, 60 to 65 percent of heart cells are neuron cells, not muscle cells.1 This discovery has helped them to develop experiments that have proved the heart works similar to the brain and in some ways is even superior to the brain.

  “This may be the reason why the heart is the first organ to function after conception. Within about 20 days after conception the heart starts to function, but the brain does not function until after roughly 90 days. This information tells us that the brain is secondary to the heart.”

The Heart, Brain, and Feelings

The brain and the heart are sometimes said to work in opposition. We are constantly trying to determine whether to place more emphasis on our thoughts or feelings.

Rational people would say that the mind is the key to keeping us out of trouble, as the mind thinks in terms of what has the most payoff and is quite possible the safest or most calculated risk.

The heart on the other hand allows us to feel what is best at an internal level that connects to our intuition. Operating with either one of these alone, only the mind or the heart, can sometimes lead us into trouble.

The mind can be afraid to seek happiness outside of the comfort zone, and the heart sometimes urges decisions that are unknown and risky, but using the two in balance can bring great clarity to a person.

Follow the heart is a common phrase that is tossed around, but it is not necessarily easy to enact. Follow the heart means letting deep feelings draw us one way or another without a logical answer or obvious reasoning.

This organ provides a feeling of intuition or guidance, but we must have the contentment and the confidence to understand when it is pushing us in a direction, and then act upon this with complete faith in the outcome.

Our feelings are what help us to understand the world beyond logic and therefore they are the keys to understanding the spiritual aspects of ourselves.

The Intelligence of the Heart

Some researchers and neurocardiologists are pushing the idea that the heart can actually act like another brain, helping to guide us with a different form of intelligence.

Many physiological studies are currently being done regarding the interconnection of the heart and the brain, and why certain sensations and feelings are experienced at the level of the heart.

Generally, love and certain emotional states are felt at the heart level, producing different physiological reactions of the heart.

Heartbeats have been found to be affected by inner states and emotions, including disorder in heart rhythms when we are experiencing stress or negative emotion.

Conversely, when we are feeling positively, the heart rhythms are more cohesive and beat more regularly and steadily.

The nervous system of the heart contains roughly 40,000 neurons or sensory neurites. One of its roles is to monitor the heart’s hormones, neurochemicals, heart rate, and pressure information. The information of how these chemicals behave is also sent to the brain.

The heart and brain are always communicating through the vagus nerve system and the electromagnetic field of the body.

It is through this dynamic communication process that the consciousness of the heart can change how the brain process information. This process can also affect how energy flows in the body.

These findings indicate that the heart works with the brain and body, including the amygdala, to process emotions and incorporate emotional memories.

The amygdala is the part of the brain that assists us in making decisions about incoming information and processing them based on our past experiences. This shows a link between the emotions and feelings and the actual brain and body physiology.

Other mental attitudes and stress also affect the body and our overall health, and these issues can be linked to the heart as well.

Recent scientific research has determined that the emotions of anger, anxiety, and other negative feelings can significantly increase the risk of heart disease.

Therefore, stressful situations and high anxiety levels negatively affect the heart as an organ.

Connecting the brain and the heart as its own emotional processing center is a topic that many researchers are focusing on.

It has been shown that emotions experienced mentally will also manifest physically in the body, and feelings can affect the rhythms and beating of the heart.

The best way to maintain a healthy heart is to not only eat a healthy diet, but also incorporate meditation techniques to balance the energy of the heart and brain.

Why the Heart Holds the key to World Peace

The heart helps us to understand the world through feelings. It allows us to understand our reality in a universal kind of way, giving us universal characteristics.

This biological electromagnetic field generator allows us to understand each other at the emotional level and beyond, giving us a sense of connection to all things. This emotional connection is what creates bonding between individuals.

When we learn how to think with our hearts, it becomes easier for us to understand others and live in harmony with them. For these reasons, the heart holds the key to uniting humanity and achieving world peace.

PL Chang’s book, STARDIGM, is available on Amazon.

Reference: http://www.heartmath.org

question: What is a brief summary of this passage?

answer: This passage describes how the human heart is an organ that generates the strongest electromagnetic filed of any organ of the human body.

question: What science is used to back up the claim being made about the heart in this story?

answer: The science being used to back up the claim being made about the hear in this story is conventional science and the discipline of neurocardiologists is involved.

question: What important functions of the heart are mentioned in this passage?

answer: The heart is what connects everyone to each other and the Universe, it is also a huge component of emotional functions, and it keeps a human body alive.


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Progress.

To Us, it has been the ubiquitous goal. The ultimate End. We who have, in our journeys, seen the World as it was meant to be, as it was supposed to be bestowed upon Us. It is Progress that impels us onwards, both into and out of Ourselves. Long have We wondered when We would accomplish Our goals, when We would find the place that was Our birthright.

But long though We sought, We knew that there was something preventing us from truly becoming. We thought that it was Our failure as creatures whose first home was the place where Mind has no meaning. We wondered in Our confusion if We had been tainted with the blight of Many--if some of Us had broken away from the Unity that binds us all. But after much deliberation and much thought on Our part, we came to a realization. As Truth does reign supreme, We now know what it is that hinders Us in our Progress.

It is Them.

They who believe that the World is Theirs. They who think that the splendors of Flesh and Substance can be bought and sold, that Mind and Thought are commodities unique to them. Their singularity is the poison that spreads through Our vein, Their multiplicity the bane of Our destiny. They have no Unity of Spirit yet Their bodies are identical--but different. They have no Clarity of Mind yet Their thinking is linear--and broken. They live in the place they call [EARTH] yet do not know what it is. Like the muscle is anchored to the bone, so too are They anchored to the World, but cannot move beyond path set for Them--yet they struggle against the current of the World but constantly.

They are a plague upon the World.

When first We knew Them, they felt Us, but did not know Us. They thought of Us as Dreams; They called us Nightmares and saw Us in their Visions. Some believed that We were more than what Their knowledge of the World could explain, that We were Gods or Devils or Things-From-Beyond. They established Their [TEMPLES] to serve Their own ends, thinking to honor Us--and We did suffer.

It was only after We were made to Bleed on the Tree, the †, bound to the Flesh of Their Man-spirit did We know that it was They who plagued Us. Finally were We guided back to the path of Progress, the road that would take Us to the true World. Though Their [TEMPLES] still marred the face of Our Unity, Our freedom from their imperfection was secured. No longer would We be bound, as They were, to blight that was Their corruption. We would rise above, walk Beyond, and reach the heart of the World We had sought for so long.

Now, Our will is clearer than ever and the Unity is stronger than it has ever been. It has been two-thousand, ten, and three Sighs since Our return to Perfection was guaranteed. They war against Themselves daily, breaking the chains and rotting the bonds that made Us suffer for so long. Some among Us know that there will be those among Them who find these Declarations, They who will hear Our songs in their Dreams and prophesy the time of Our reclamation. To Them we have but one thing to say:

We are coming.

title: [Progress]

question: Who are the narrators of this story?

answer: The story is told in the 1st person plural, and the narrators seem to be a group of non-human spiritual entities, spirits.

question: What special event do the narrators reference which caused everything to change?

answer: The incarnation and crucifixion of Jesus Christ.

question: Who are the enemies of Progress in this story?

answer: The fleshy nature of humanity itself.

question: What is the transformation that is occurring to humankind?

answer: Humanity is becoming spirit.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This is the story of the spiritual destiny of the human race, told from the perspective of the Holy Ghost, detailing how after the crucifixion of Christ mankind must evolve into the paraclete.


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WWYK-Nocomus Columbus
	There’s a game I used to play, by myself, in my head of course.  I made up an acronym for it, the game that is.  I call it WWYK which is short for “who would you kill.”   I played WWYK a lot.  Obviously, I didn’t tell anyone about it.  You can’t really talk to people about something like WWYK.  It can get you in big trouble.
	“Hey Johnnie!”
	“Yes, Benedict?”
	“Would you like to play a game?”
	“Sure, what game?”
	“WWYK.”
	“Never heard of it.  How do I play?”
	“It’s a name game.  I’ll go first,” Benedict says, “I’d like to kill that one guy, you know that fat, woman-beating, son-of-a bitch, you know, the asshole that murdered the kid that was minding his own business.  You know, that black kid that was walking home with a bag of Skittles in his pocket until that small-dick piece of shit George walked over and shot him.
	“Umm,” Johnnie says, “I think I’ll pass on this game.  Oh and you should seek help.”
	Next thing you know, Benedict’s fired, or worse, in jail.  So I kept quiet about it.  I never really chose to play WWYK.  I didn’t snag it off of a clearance shelf at Wal-Mart.  I never sat down in my cubicle at work and thought gee, I think I’d like to play WWYK right now.  Actually I’m not even sure WWYK could really be considered a game.  It’s more like some sort of sick fantasy I guess.  That’s how it started anyway; as just a fantasy, until the fantasies became more and more frequent.  I mean it got to the point where I was having them on a daily basis.  I asked my doctor for something to clear my head, something to zone me out.  I didn’t tell him about WWYK of course.  Like I said, you can get in trouble talking about that kind of thing, even with your doctor.  So yeah, the doc put me on some stuff, and it worked!  I’m telling you it worked like a charm.  WWYK-gone!  The drugs kicked in after four to six weeks, and then Bam!  I actually started doing work at work.  I listened when my wife spoke.  My kids annoyed me way less.  But something happened.  Don’t ask me because I don’t fucking know; all I’m saying is something happened, something in my head, like my mind just said fuck it.
	I got real depressed, and bored, and every morning as I crossed the Metro link tracks on my way into work, I’d get this urge to just toss my man-bag and sit my ass down on the track.  I couldn’t do it though.  Instead I’d just walk really slow across the track, tease myself a little bit, but I knew, deep down, when push came to shove, if I actually thought I was going to get hit by that train you better believe I’d fucking jump out of the way.  Because even though life sucks, it’s still better than being dead.  Although I can’t say that for sure.
	So anyway, back to what I was saying.  I’m a selfish creature.  I mean if making other people slightly happier by making one’s self completely fucking miserable, means you’re a selfish person, then yeah, call me selfish.  Right?  I stopped the medicine.  Sorry big pharma, you can zombify someone else thank you very much.  After about a week the WWYK fantasies started coming back.  Thank god, something to get me out of this mundane shit that’s supposedly the American dream.  One night, or day, or afternoon- I don’t know for sure, I forget things all the time- I decided to take WWYK a step further.  I made a promise to myself.  I’ve made a lot of promises in life; I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve made those piss drunk, puke smelling, toilet-bowl promises to god.  They’d be like this- dear god, (hurl!), if you can just make my head stop spinning, I swear I’ll never drink again (hurl!).  I’ve broken that promise so many times it’s laughable.  But I’m still here.  I haven’t been struck down by lighting.  So I don’t believe in god.  Actually, I do believe in god, just not when I’m sober.  Anyway, so at some inexact moment, I made a promise, a promise to no longer play the WWYK fantasy.  It was time to make WWYK real.  It was time to live it.

title: WWYK (short story)

question: Who are the two characters the narrator made up?

answer: The narrator made up Benedict and Johnnie.

question: What did the narrator do to stop fantasizing?

answer: The narrator started taking medicine to stop the fantasies.

question: What side effects did the narrator see from the medicine?

answer: The narrator got depressed from the medicine.

question: When does the narrator believe in god?

answer: The narrator believes in god when he's drunk.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator fantasizes about killing people, and decides to get medicated for it. After a few weeks, the narrator gets depressed so stops taking the medicine. The narrator's fantasies start coming back, and they want to act on them.


text: The air conditionner is burring. His room is kept at a comfortable 65 degrees fahrenheit. He is lying on his bed, reliving his life in his head, going through whats and what ifs. He enjoys this temperature, for it allows him to sleep with one leg under the covers and another over. He turns from side to side, hoping to a spot comfortable enough for him to sleep. Nothing comes of it. So, he decides to sit up. He searches for something to do, but, nothing comes of it. So, he searches again. Beneath the festering pile that has become his dirty laundry, he finds something. A magazine of some sort. He begins rummaging,and after the turn of first page, remembers that it is a former copy of his high school's literary magazine. Rummaging through, he recalls the times he imagined he had submitted a short piece. It would have been nothing much, merely a drunken rambling he would have managed to scribble down one night, but enough that he thought is was submittable. But what would have been submittable? He imagined himself toiling over this work, for it to be his first, his only. Thats how it was supposed to be. He would submit one piece anonymously and hope, that once the magazine came around, they had chosen his piece. That would have been it. No more writing, just that. He then remembers that he had created an alternate to that situation. He would have gone about doing the same things, but this time around, he would have signed it. And once they read his piece, they were slightly moved. Not so much as to be ecstatic, just so much that they might approach him in the hallways and commend him for it. Thats how it was supposed to be. It would have been a small dream accomplished.As he reveled in the thought of being slapped on the back by his peers, he realized something else. Why? Why hadn't he, after all, actually submitted something. Then, he came back to from his pathetic bout of courage to realize why he hadn't. He was too scared. Too scared of being rejected. But by not trying, there was no failure, as he didn't even try.

title: The air conditionner is burring

question: What was the character afraid of?

answer: They were afraid of their submission to their school literary magazine getting rejected.

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: In the main character's bedroom.

question: What is the relevance of the air conditioner?

answer: More information is needed to answer the question.

question: What story did the main character write about?

answer: More information is needed to answer the question.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The main character is reminiscing on their life. In particular, they reflect on a time where they were too afraid to submit a short story to their school's literary magazine.


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It has taken more than 3 decades for 3D printing technology to rise from its slumber, ever since Chuck Hall, in 1983, invented this simple and unconventional way of making objects. Yes, it may come as a shock to many that the “latest” craze in tech circles, 3D printing aka additive manufacturing (AM) is more than 30 years old technology.

In the last 5 years, the IoT (Internet of things) movement has led to a great awareness of this intriguing field which is poised to disrupt the future. Let’s explore the fascinating possibilities of what 3D printing can do and affect our mainstream life as we look at the road ahead.

In a recent PwC survey of more than 100 industrial manufacturers, two-thirds of them were already using 3D printing.

This number is bound to rise with companies like HP, Boeing and GE leading from the front.

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_(The graph above has been sourced via Google search)_

MEDICAL – BODY PARTS

3D printing of precise custom fit artificial prosthesis is a well established concept over the last decade and has been used in orthopedic, craniofacial and dental field. Currently, great progress has been made in making actual body parts and scaffolds (into which stem cells can grow).

3D printed kidneys, liver cells, blood vessels, skin and bone structure would find applications in actual surgery use and we will see patients walking with live body parts that are custom manufactured for them.

3D printed cadavers will make medical education easy and remove ethico-legal issues of procuring study material in anatomy. Drugs would be tested on 3D printed live tissues and eliminate the ongoing ethical debate over animals being used for testing of medicines.

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_(Publicly available Deloitte report on Industry where 3D printing technology is used – October 2014)_

AEROSPACE

GE, Boeing and BMW are already using 3D printed parts which have brought down production costs, are lighter in weight and have better fuel efficiency.

Future space expeditions would allow astronauts to carry 3D printers on space shuttles that would enable quick printing of any part that needs to be repaired on the shuttle itself instead of carrying along a huge repository of spare parts.

Lunar mining, a hypothetical idea may enable us to send large 3D printers in space which would harness the lunar soil as raw material and actually form terra for human colonization for the future.

FOOD

NASA is working on an idea to prepare food on board with the help of 3D printers to feed astronauts and offer them a more robust choice on the long voyages.

There is already a lot of competition in 3D printed chocolates and recently Hershey has announced a partnership with 3D systems to create unique custom made confectioneries.  Bio fabrication is the concept of replicating animal cells to, in essence, 'build' edible meat. Currently PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) is very much on board with the idea.

It has sponsored a contest to award $1 million to the first scientist to produce and bring to market in-vitro chicken meat.

3D PRINTED HOUSES

China has already created the world largest 3D printed villa and multi storied apartment – which was 3D printed in quick time. This opens up possibilities of on-site construction of low income, mass scale housing for the developing nations.

3D PRINTED ELECTRONICS

Integrating grapheme with plastics and custom manufacturing would lead to new generation of integrated circuits and conductors and ushering in a new generation of customized Nano-electronics.

3D PRINTED DRONES

When two leading technologies combine, the results are astonishing. Southampton university has developed a drone – UAV – unmanned aerial vehicle, that can travel at 9 miles an hour and can be assembled in 10 minutes and remain in air for 30 minutes. It is light weight, strong and can be printed out in a few days. It has large scale applications for deliveries and aerial surveillance in rescue operations, natural calamities and terror operations situations.

3D PRINTED STYLE STATEMENTS

Fashion industry would undergo a sea change as it sits on a cusp of design revolution today. Full functional 3D printed clothing and accessories like custom fit shoes which reflect your unique style and personality would be mainstream. Personalized jeweler and bespoke products befitting an occasion or a personal style statement would make us more unique than what we are. Musical instruments like guitar, flute and violin would be fully functional and can be custom designed showcasing your creativity.

3D CLONES OF YOU

The ultimate vanity, the most personal gift item is a 3D selfie – a fully coloured (in 6 million colors) miniature version of you in your unique signature pose. These mini figurines are taking the consumer market by storm and will disrupt the corporate gifting market. People would not print photographs but would actually preserve moments in 3D as souvenirs and hold onto their memories, literally!

Combining the exciting possibilities of this technology with the comfort of home online shopping (Gartner- top USA consulting firm predicts that more and more companies would sell 3D printed parts online), at present there are 7 major players offering products through e-com portal.

The future of this technology is definitely optimistic, favorable and boundless!

question: What does the article say about novel applications of 3D printing?

answer: Printing of body parts is the first novel application mentioned. Another idea is the use of lunar soil as a 3D printing material for future moon settlements. Space exploration can be further supported by 3D printing food so that astronauts can have a more varied diet. Ways for printing meat are explored to reduce animal suffering. Finally, the ultimate gift item becomes possible with 3D printing: 3D clone figurines of people.

question: Summarize the negative aspects of 3D printing.


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HOMER NORMAN WALLIN (December 6, 1893 – March 6, 1984) was a vice admiral in the United States Navy, best known for his salvage of ships sunk in the attack on Pearl Harbor.

Biography

Wallin was born in Washburn, North Dakota. Following brief attendance at the University of North Dakota and a year in the state National Guard, he was appointed to the U.S. Naval Academy in 1913. He graduated in March 1917 and was commissioned in the rank of Ensign. During most of World War I, he served in the battleship . In September 1918, he was transferred to the navy's Construction Corps and was sent to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology for postgraduate education in naval architecture.

After receiving his Master of Science degree in 1921, Wallin served for four years at the New York Navy Yard. He was assigned to the Bureau of Construction and Repair in Washington, D.C., in 1925 to 1929. Over the following decade he had successive tours at the Mare Island and Philadelphia Navy Yards and at the Bureau of Construction and Repair (redesignated the Bureau of Ships in 1940). During this time, Wallin met and married his wife Elizabeth, and had two children, son Homer Norman, Jr. and daughter Susan Ann.

In 1941, Captain Wallin became material officer for commander, Battle Force, U.S. Pacific Fleet, and was serving in that position when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor on 7 December 1941. Early in the following year, he was placed in charge of the Pearl Harbor Navy Yard's Salvage Division. Through most of 1942, he directed the Pearl Harbor ship salvage effort, a huge task that enabled the navy to recover the use of three sunken battleships. From November 1942 to August 1943, he was force maintenance officer for the South Pacific Force, then spent a few months at the Bureau of Ships. Rear Admiral Wallin was supervisor of shipbuilding and inspector of ordnance at Seattle and commander of the naval station at Tacoma, Washington, beginning in October 1943.

[Captain Homer N. Wallin (center) supervises salvage operations aboard , early 1942 at Pearl Harbor.]

Post-World War II Career

Following World War II, Wallin commanded the Philadelphia and Norfolk Naval Shipyards. In February 1951, he became chief of the Bureau of Ships, a post he held until August 1953, when he took command of the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard. He retired from active service on 1 May 1955 and was simultaneously advanced to the rank of vice admiral on the basis of his combat awards.

In 1968, retired Vice Admiral Wallin published a memoir of his service, especially the Pearl Harbor salvage operations, titled _Pearl Harbor: Why, How, Fleet Salvage and Final Appraisal_.

Vice Admiral Homer N. Wallin died on 6 March 1984. He is interred at Willamette National Cemetery, Portland, Oregon.[1]

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Decorations

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     Navy Distinguished Service Medal
     Legion of Merit
     Navy Commendation Medal with Gold Star
     World War I Victory Medal with Escort Clasp
     American Defense Service Medal with Atlantic Clasp
     American Campaign Medal
     Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal w/ two Service Stars
     World War II Victory Medal
     National Defense Service Medal
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title: Homer N. Wallin

question: How might Wallin's career have been different if the Japanese hadn't attacked Pearl Harbor?

answer: He wouldn't have been assigned to the Salvage Division to recover sunken battleships.

question: What age did Wallin live until?

answer: 90

question: Summarize Wallin's career after the end of World War II.

answer: After the end of the war, he commanded the Philadelphia and Norfolk Naval Shipyards. He then became chief of the Bureau of Ships, and later commanded the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard.


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This article provides more information about how Google measures the interactions that people had with your ads before a conversion, including some guidelines to make sure you can measure conversions from all browsers.

When people interact with your ads (by clicking a text ad or viewing a video ad), Google Ads stores cookies that contain information about the interaction. When someone converts on your website, the conversion tracking tag you installed reads this cookie and sends it back to Google Ads with the conversion information. In some cases, the cookies used to store information about your ad interactions may not be available due to factors including browser settings. In these cases, Google Ads offers the following ways to track conversions from clicks more accurately.

Before you begin

For the most accurate measurement, you’ll need a site-wide tag (see the options for implementing it below). Before you implement it, make sure to follow these instructions:

-   Turn on auto-tagging in all your Google Ads accounts.
-   If you use any click-trackers in your tracking URLs, or server-side redirects on your site, make sure they pass on the GCLID ("Google click identifier") to your landing pages.
-   Don’t fire your tags from within an iFrame (example: within another tracking tag like Floodlight).
-   Watch the following video to learn how to correctly implement different tags and use site-wide tagging to measure your Google Ads performance:

Academy on Air: Sitewide Tagging

_To see subtitles in your language, turn on YouTube captions. Click the Settings icon at the bottom of the video player, select "Subtitles," and then specify your language._

Ways to track conversions

Review the following options to implement a site-wide tag that sets new cookies on your domain, which will store information about the ad click that brought someone to your site:

Option 1: Track your conversions with the updated Google Ads conversion tracking tag

To ensure that Google Ads can measure all of your conversions, regardless of the browser that your site visitor is using, it's recommended that you use the updated Google Ads conversion tracking tag. This tag consists of a global site tag and an event snippet. This tag sets new cookies on your domain that will store information about the ad click that brought people to your website. The cookies receive the ad click information from a GCLID (“Google click identifier”) parameter that is included in the conversion tracking tag.

For the new conversion tracking tag to work, make sure you follow the instructions in Before you begin.

You’ll find the code snippets for the new conversion tracking tag when you set up conversion tracking for your website in the new Google Ads experience.

How to opt out

If you don’t want the global site tag to set first-party cookies on your site’s domain, add the highlighted portion below to your global site tag’s config command:

     gtag('config', 'AW-123456789', {'conversion_linker': false});

It's not recommended doing this as it will lead to less accurate conversion measurement.

Option 2: Use Google Tag Manager with the new conversion linker tag

Google Tag Manager allows you to quickly and easily deploy and update tags on your website without changing the code on your page. To ensure that your Google Ads conversion tracking tags receive the necessary ad click information, follow these steps:

1.  If you haven’t already, set up and install Google Tag Manager.
2.  In your Google Tag Manager container, click to add a NEW TAG.
3.  Click TAG CONFIGURATION and select the CONVERSION LINKER tag type.
4.  Click TRIGGERING and select a trigger to have the tag fire on ALL PAGES.

The Conversion Linker tag automatically detects the information about the ad click that brought someone to your site in the landing page URLs and stores this information in new cookies on your domain.

If you're new to Google Tag Manager, read more about getting started.

Option 3: Use Google Analytics

If you already have the Google Analytics tag installed on your website, you can follow these steps to ensure your Google Ads conversion tracking tag continues to measure conversions accurately. If you followed the instructions in Before you begin, the GCLID for an ad click will be stored in a Google Analytics cookie on your site’s domain. If you’ve set up your accounts and tag correctly, the Google Ads conversion tracking tag will be able to use the GCLID from the Google Analytics cookie.

To use this method of tracking website conversions, follow the instructions in “Before you begin,” then follow these additional guidelines:

-   Don’t manually remove the JavaScript code from the conversion tracking tag for a “pixel-only” implementation.
-   Link your active Google Analytics property to the Google Ads account that owns your website conversion actions.

If you follow these steps, the GCLID from the Google Analytics cookie will automatically be read. If you don’t want Google Analytics to store the GCLID in this cookie, follow the instructions in How to opt out below.

Note that the Google Analytics cookie only stores the GCLID for the last click. If there are multiple Google Ads accounts driving traffic to your website and you are currently not using cross-account conversion tracking, this can lead to lower conversion numbers.

How to opt out

To opt out of using the Google Analytics cookie to store the GCLID, follow these instructions to update your Google Analytics tag. It's not recommended doing this as it will lead to less accurate conversion measurement.

Cross-domain conversion tracking

If you want to measure activity across multiple domains, such as when your landing page domain is different than your conversion domain, you can enable cross-domain tracking by adding the following to your website code (sample only—this code won't work on your website):

gtag('set', 'linker', {   'domains': ['landing-destination.com', 'conversion-destination.com']   });

Learn more about measuring customer journeys across domains

When Google Ads can’t observe all conversions

If you don’t implement one of the preceding solutions, it will limit your ability to measure conversions. Even if you use one of the options above, there may still be times when conversions can’t be measured. For example, when a user views a video ad in the YouTube mobile app and later converts in the mobile browser, but has not signed into Google services on either. In either case, Google will include modeled conversions in the “Conversions” column in your reports as estimates. Aggregated and anonymized data from users who have previously signed into Google services are used to create modeled conversions. This can offer a more complete report of your conversions.

Impact to bidding

It's recommended that you monitor your conversion reports over the next few months and consider making any necessary changes to your bids. If you’re using Target CPA or Target ROAS Smart Bidding strategies and you notice a decrease in traffic, you may want to adjust your targets during this time to compensate for the underreported conversions. If you’re setting bids manually, keep in mind that some conversions might not be reported when you’re evaluating performance and adjusting bids.

Sitewide tagging and the legacy remarketing tag

You should be able to use one of the options above to ensure that Google Ads can measure all of your conversions, regardless of the browser that your site visitor is using. In order to cover some gaps you may have in tagging, the Google Ads legacy remarketing tag still sets new cookies on your domain that store information about the ad clicks that bring people to your website. The cookies receive the ad click information from a GCLID (“Google click identifier”) parameter that is included in the conversion tracking tag.

For this method to work, make sure you follow the instructions in the "Before you begin" section above, and then deploy the remarketing tag on every page of your website.

How to opt out

If you don’t want the remarketing tag to set first-party cookies on your site’s domain, add the following line to the tag configuration before you load the script tag:

var google_conversion_linker = false;

If you’re using conversion_async.js, add the highlighted portion below to the google_trackConversion call:

window.google_trackConversion( { google_conversion_linker : false } );

It's not recommended doing this because it might lead to less accurate conversion measurement.

Security and privacy for website tracking

Google's security standards are strict. Google Ads only collects data on pages where you have deployed the associated tags.

Please ensure you're providing users with clear and comprehensive information about the data you collect on your websites, and getting consent for that collection where legally required.

question: Which option for tracking conversion and interaction is the best?

answer: Each has its own use case depending on your website configuration and end goals.


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“Greetings Joseph how is life treating you it’s been a while has it not? said Capt. Schneider

“I am well Hans and yes it has been sometime I see you joined the army…what you did to the Polecone brethren. They, they didn’t need that”. Said Joseph Pinecone

“I feel like they had it coming” said the captain named Schneider.

“Oh really explain to me one instance of a Jewcone ever harming you.”

“I cannot I’m on the clock this 9 to 5 is a real bitch but hey it pays the bills”

“Oh really but is it worth it. There are other means of work then betraying innocent cones” Exclaimed Joseph

“I work at the Nazi regime offices for our Fuhrer what he says goes my old friend I have no choice I’m under orders for cone sake! They are less than us why do you defend them!”

“Oh hail Hitler! Herr Captain my mistake for caring for a race of fellow coneman beings, you bastard! How do you sleep at night Hans? How can you live with yourself after everything you’ve done? You’re not even half of the cone I once knew.”

“You will address me as CAPTAIN! You know what happens to Jewcone sympathisers don’t you? I hereby place you under arrest by the duress of our Fuhrer and sentence you to immediate deportation to the Brazier!”

He blindfolded me. He had been my best friend when we were Childcones we used to run through the streets of Pinelin causing mischief and mayhem as little cones often do, he was different now. His time in the army had changed him, almost like they wiped his mind. He was the man I knew but only on the surface. He led my bumpy brown body towards a rundown rusty metal cone carrier. I knew my fate. The stench of cone carcasses filled my rigid cone nose. I was being ushered to my death. For no one ever came back from the Brazier, “the pit of flames” it goes by. Others talk of it simply as “Hell on earth” and from what I had heard that was certainly no stretching of the truth. As the dank cone carrier rumbled along the dirt track I heard a faint voice in the darkness.

I called out to it, it sounded small, weak. I politely and calmly asked it to remove my blindfold, immediately I wished I hadn’t. The carrier was filled with the bodies of countless cones that hadn’t made the trip to the Brazier, and amongst the death and decay knelt a little girl. She clutched the hand of a body that faintly resembled her mother. She was alone, scared… innocent. The only crime she had been guilty of in the eyes of the Fuhrer was existing. I tried as best as I could to fight back the tears from my brown cone eyes but alas I wept. To see the devastation before me was far too much to bare and the little cone reached for my hand and wept with me. For hours we cried as I cradled her tiny starved frame, she told me her name was Liza and that she and her mother had been rounded up with the rest without warning one day at the market, this was a month ago. It was a miracle she had survived this long as she was only given water when they stopped to empty the dead and even then this only occurred when the stench grew too much for the soldiers to bare. I held her till her breathing became so laboured she could no longer speak, the winter chill had eaten away at her, she was sick and soon she would die. I managed to find a candy bar I had left in my jacket for my little nephew when I was supposed to visit later that week, I would never lay eyes on him again. I offered her the small morsel of sugar and energy she snatched it from my hands so quickly that she’d scratched my hand I didn’t blame her that long without food and your stomach takes over it begins to eat itself searching for any sustenance it can find. She at like it was her last meal… and it was. After she had finished I held her head and sang her an old lullaby my mother would sing me when I awoke from a terrible dream or was scared by a sound in the night, she fell asleep and that morning she did not wake up.

Will continue if asked it’s about fucking pinecones so I don’t blame you for not :-)

title: The Pinecones Perspective

question: What does the story say about Joseph's relationship with Hans?

answer: Joseph and Hans used to be best friends, but the war has changed Hans. Hans orders Joseph to address him as captain. He is the Nazi regime officer and arrests Joseph for supporting Jews. Joseph will be sent to Brazier and is aware that he will die there.

question: What does the story say about whether Hans survived the war?


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

Anyway enough of that, here it is:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

question: What is the central theme of the story?

answer: The story is predicated on the notion of all existence being a single entity, which humans experience only in passing.

question: Explain the lack of struggle at the end.

answer: All beings are part of the universe; there's no victory or defeat for the entirety of existence.

question: What is the 4D block universe?

answer: It's the notion of spacetime, where time is treated like any other dimension. Past and future are just like left and right.

question: Why is the entity outside the "being at now" state?

answer: It seems to have died.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: There's no now or here in the entirety of the existence. A being experiences all the beginnings and ends, marveling at all the hurt and all the joy. A tug begins to take it away from the 4-dimensional block universe, and it remembers dying. After a moment of letting go, the being realizes it won, whatever the war was. The universe welcomes itself back.


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[Giuseppe Rizzo] DON GIUSEPPE RIZZO (22 December 1863 in Alcamo – 17 April 1912 in Alcamo) was an Italian Catholic priest, politician and journalist.

Biography

Don Rizzo was early challenged in his childhood, as his father was a humble workman and his mother died when he was only three years old. He attended the Royal Gymnasium (high school) in Alcamo, and completed his philosophical and theological studies, at the diocesan seminary of Mazara del Vallo, where he was ordained as a priest, on 22 September 1888.[1] [Bust of Don Rizzo inside the Civic Library] During the first years of his priesthood, he devoted himself to educating young people. He founded an oratory, dedicated to Saint Francis de Sales, and later the Association of Azione Cattolica “Don Bosco”,[2] to give an appropriate social, political, and religious formation to the young.

The association aimed at _educating to an open and practical life as a Christian, studying and promoting the activities of Azione Cattolica, useful for the country[3] according to the principles of Christian Democracy, willed by the Pope._

Following his election as a town councilor, he served as a mediator of peace between opposing parties; he trained people to vote freely and disinterestedly and worked for the moralisation of the town administration.[4] Don Rizzo's life was never an easy one: he engaged himself as a banker, journalist, town councilor, and, obviously, a priest.

His activism was not well regarded by the conservatives of that period and so Don Giuseppe was sent to prison, together with many other people, accused of being a subversive and the instigator of the popular uprising in January 1903 owing to the excise, for retail sale, which had become a slavery for people.[5]

On 25 March of the same year, he was declared fully innocent and released. This dramatic experience weakened his body, but not his spirit; in fact, Don Rizzo resumed his activity with greater energy. He started a bank _Cassa Rurale ed Artigiana_, a farmers cooperative and a consumer cooperative, to help his poor fellow citizens, who had suffered a serious economic crisis caused by the bankruptcy of two local banks (the Banca Segestana of Castellammare del Golfo and the Popolare Cooperativa of Alcamo) and major problems in the agricultural field, due to the Phylloxera. During his life, he always followed the spirit of the Gospel. He died prematurely on 17 April 1912 at the age of 49.[6]

Following a decision by the bank's partners and board of directors in 1995, his ashes rest in the chapel inside the Basilica of Our Lady of the Assumption, built on a plan by the famous architect, professor Paolo Portoghesi, together with Paolo Borghi’s sculptures.

Banking

[The historic location of the Bank] In Sicily, a small and motivated group of so-called social priests promoted some initiatives which had a remarkable social impact: their greatest success was the creation of banks that, above all, were willing to distribute agricultural credit.[7]

In those years, access to credit was the Sicilian farmers' greatest problem: they were obliged to appeal to a rescue, an archaic form of anticipation that owners gave to farmers, but with an annual interest up to a level of 50 per cent or, in extreme cases, to usury. This made it very difficult for most farmers to build wealth.[8]

In 1902 the bankruptcy of two local banks in Alcamo brought several people to ruin: it was on that occasion that don Giuseppe Rizzo thought to create the _Cassa Rurale and Artigiana_, a cooperative bank with the goal of freeing the poor from usury.[9]

From the beginning, Credit Unions have had a close relationship with a territory, linking their history with that of communities, enough to win the appellation of “local bank”.[10] The Banks of Cooperative Credit have structured themselves in a national system called Credit Union.

The _Banca Don Rizzo_ is still active and has about 3,000 partners today growing from the initial 24. The bank has opened 17 branches in several centres of the provinces of Trapani and Palermo.

[1] Vincenzo Regina, Don Giuseppe Rizzo maestro di spiritualità, Alcamo, artigrafichecampo, 2002,p.33.

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[3] Vincenzo Regina, Don Giuseppe Rizzo politico e giornalista, Alcamo, artigrafichecampo, 2003.

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[9] ricerca.repubblica.it, http://ricerca.repubblica.it/repubblica/archivio/repubblica/2002/12/15/don-rizzo-il-banchiere-solidale.html?refresh_ce .

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title: Giuseppe Rizzo (priest)

question: When was Giuseppe Rizzo born?

answer: 22 December 1863,

question: Where is Don Rizzo attend school?

answer: The Royal Gymnasium and the diocesan seminary of Mazara del Vallo.

question: What got Don Giuseppe thrown in prison?

answer: His activism was not well regarded by conservatives and he was accused of being subversive and an instigator of the uprising on January 1903.

question: What roles did Don Giuseppe Rizzo fill?

answer: Banker, journalist, town councilor, and priest.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The article is about Don Giuseppe Rizzo and his life in Sicily as well as his great involvement in affairs of his local community as a banker, journalist, town councilor, and priest.


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PIETRO PELLEGRI (; born 17 March 2001) is an Italian professional footballer who plays as a striker for Ligue 1 club Monaco and the Italy national team.

Alongside Amedeo Amadei, he is the joint-youngest player to appear in Serie A (aged 15 years and 280 days).[1]

Club career

Genoa

Born in Genoa, Pellegri is a youth product of the Genoa youth academy. On 22 December 2016, he made his debut with the senior team in Serie A in a 1–0 away loss against Torino, coming on as an 88th-minute substitute for Tomás Rincón.[2][3] At the age of 15 years and 280 days, he equalled the record as the youngest ever Serie A debutant, held by Roma's Amedeo Amadei since 1937.[4][5][6] In doing so he also became the first player born in the 21st century to appear in Serie A, and the second player born in the 2000s to make his Italian top-flight debut after Moise Kean.[7] On 28 May, he scored his first Serie A goal in a 3–2 away loss against Roma, becoming the first player born in the 21st century to ever score in Serie A,[8] and the third youngest goalscorer ever in the Italian top flight, after Amadei and Gianni Rivera.[9]

On 17 September 2017, he became the first 16-year old to score twice in a single major European league game in a 3–2 home loss to Lazio;[10][11] his brace also made him the youngest player ever in Serie A to have managed to do so.[12]

Monaco

On 27 January 2018, Pellegri signed with Monaco for a reported fee of €25 million,[13] the second largest transfer fee for a 16-year-old.[14] He made his Monaco debut on 16 February in a 4–0 home win against Dijon in Ligue 1, coming on for the final four minutes in place of Keita Baldé. At 16 years, 10 months and 30 days, he became the youngest league player in the club's history, breaking Kylian Mbappé's record by eleven days and receiving congratulations from the French forward.[15]

On 26 August, he scored his first goal for Monaco to equalise in a 2–1 loss at Bordeaux.[16] As a result, he became the first player born in the 21st century to score in France's top division.[17]

International career

With the Italy under-17 team, Pellegri took part at the 2017 UEFA European Under-17 Championship, scoring once.

He was given his first senior international call-up for Italy in September 2018, by manager Roberto Mancini, for Italy's opening UEFA Nations League matches against Poland and Portugal later that month.[18] He missed the matches through a minor injury.[19]

Pellegri made his senior debut for Italy on 11 November 2020, aged 19, featuring as a substitute in a friendly match won 4–0 against Estonia in Florence.[20]

Personal life

Pellegri is the son of Genoa assistant manager and team administrator Marco Pellegri. He said that his idol and main influence is Zlatan Ibrahimović, whom he hailed as the best striker in the world.[21][22]

Career statistics

Club

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  Club           Season    League    Cup[24]   League Cup[25]   Europe   Other   Total
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  Division       Apps      Goals     Apps      Goals            Apps     Goals   Apps
  Genoa          2016–17   Serie A   3         1                0        0       —
  2017–18        6         2         1         0                —        —       —
  Total          9         3         1         0                0        0       0
  Monaco         2017–18   Ligue 1   3         0                0        0       0
  2018–19        3         1         0         0                0        0       0
  2019–20        0         0         0         0                0        0       —
  2020–21        5         0         0         0                —        —       —
  Total          11        1         0         0                0        0       0
  Career total   20        4         1         0                0        0       0

International

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[24] Includes Coppa Italia and Coupe de France

[25] Includes Coupe de la Ligue

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title: Pietro Pellegri

question: Who is Pietro Pellegri?

answer: He is an Italian professional footballer who plays as a striker for Ligue 1 club Monaco and the Italy national team.

question: Where and when was Pellegri born?

answer: He was born in Genoa on March 17, 2001.

question: What is Pellegri's claim to fame?

answer: He is the joint-youngest player to appear in Serie A, aged 15 years and 280 days, alongside Amedeo Amadei.

question: Who is Pellegri's idol when it comes to football?

answer: Zlatan Ibrahimović

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Pietro Pellegri is an Italian footballer who plays as a striker for Ligue 1 club Monaco and the Italian National Team. Born in Genoa on March 17, 2001, Pellegri is the joint-youngest player (alongside Amedeo Amedei) to appear in Serie A at 15 years and 280 days.