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I’ve always tried my best.  Unfortunately my best never seems to be  good enough.  Story of my life.  Another job interview, another rejection.  What do they want?   Some kind of superhuman?  Who can do everything better than anyone for half the pay?  Since when does an entry level job involve five years experience?  Fucking ridiculous is what it is!  Taking advantage of the wee man because they know they can get away with it, taking skilled workers down on their luck who need to work but offering them shoddy wages.  “we’re in a recession you know”, they say, and damn happy they are about it too the fuckers.  A prime opportunity to fuck the average worker out of full wages.  Five years experience for an entry level job?  Pah!  Maybe the bankers did it on purpose to keep the little man in his place.

This time though, the interview was doomed from the start.  From the moment I walked in I knew it.  There were three of them.  All sat behind a desk in raised chairs and immaculate suits, I swear I could smell the smarminess oozing off of them.  You know the type, the sense of entitlement, the little private smiles as they look down on you in the purposely chosen shitty chair to automatically deny you any psychological edge.  They want you down there, looking up at them pleading for a job, it helps their egos to know that they have this power over you, the power to give you a leg up.  A way back in.  Part of the team buddy.

I hate them.

Like I said, there was three of them sat there, with the big boss in the middle.  He hasn’t even looked up as I’ve came in and sat in the only chair, I’m kept waiting, looking like a douche as I wait because I don’t want to stop smiling until I’ve at least made eye contact.  Finally, he looks up, still not saying anything as he examines me like a side a beef in a butcher shop.
Boss:  “Mr Carrick, I’ll cut to the chase.  I’ve pretty much made up my mind who I want for this job but figure I have to go through with the rest of this charade now it’s started.  So, you have 2 minutes to convince me why I should disregard my choice and choose you.”

What the fuck?

I mean, what the actual fuck?  This isn’t how it works.  He’s meant to ask me standard but mundane questions about my background, give me scenarios and ask what I’d do if put in a certain situation where I can answer with the same bullshit as everyone else and add buzz words like team player, responsible, enthusiastic and all that shite.  This isn’t how it works.

All this goes through my head in a split second as I try not to get all flustered.  I’m fucked.  I haven’t prepared for this scenario and in realising this I can’t help but see the genius in it.  Whether he’s telling the truth or not doesn’t matter, this is a test, a proper test to see how I react under pressure.  Touché old man, touché.
Me:  “I must admit, I definitely was not prepared for that.  I appreciate the honesty and with that in mind rather than tell you why you should disregard your choice for me, I’ll tell you why you shouldn’t.
Now, I’m unemployed at the moment and need to get back to work.  I’ve been for many interviews and after today will go for many more.  I have no particular desire to work for you and your company, no burning passion or shared vision or all that other crap people will have been telling you all day.  I just need a job and you have a vacancy in a field in which I’m capable, not only am I capable, I’m damn fucking good.  I like what I do and I do it well.  I lost my previous job due to “downsizing” and since then have met lots of people in the same position.  If I want to go back to work I have to take a major pay cut for doing more work just for the privilege of working.

I am willing to take that hit.

A job for me is something which helps sustain my lifestyle, my job is not my lifestyle.  I enjoy it but that’s not the point I’m making.  To be perfectly frank, and I’m sorry if I offend you but, I am sick and tired of this whole charade.  Interview after interview, being judged on whether I’m the right sort, the right fit for the company.  I’m already at a disadvantage, there are three of you and one of me, you are behind a desk and on raised chairs to give the impression of seniority.  What chance do I have when you have all the power?  You tell me you’ve made your choice, that’s great, why the hell am I here then?  All you’ll have is somebody who can excel in this environment better, maybe a better CV or better experience but I can guarantee that they are the same as me.  Somebody who just needs the work.  Now I could never promise that I’d be the best damn appointment you ever make but I can tell you that if you do go with me, and are fair with me, then I will do the job to the best of my ability.  I will work to deadlines and go that extra mile if I feel it’s warranted but what I won’t do is give up my life for you, become a slave to the wage so you can make a profit.  Be fair with me and treat me like a real person and I will do whatever is asked, treat me like an autobot and you can shove the job up your arse.

Been great talking at you, I’ll see myself out.”

So, that’s another potential employer I can score off the list.  Fuck sake, it’s getting quite desperate.  Maybe have to bite the bullet and take a bar job or, god forbid, a call centre job.  Fuck.  Four years out of university and already been made redundant, after purposely getting a sensible degree in computing.  “computers are the future” they said, “always be work in that industry”.  Just a pity everybody else had the same idea.  Maybe should have fucked off abroad after getting laid off, blown it all on cocktails and exotic girls.

Fuck it, time to get drunk.

title: Time to get drunk.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: He is Mr. Carrick, a job seeker who hates the system and the endless process of job interviews. He's wondering why an entry-level job involves five years of experience.

question: Where is Mr. Carrick?

answer: He's about to enter the room where the job interview will take place.

question: Why is Mr. Carrick so angry?

answer: He feels that bankers and other entitled people who are higher up the chain are gaming the system to keep the little man (himself) in his place. Plus, the lead interviewer (probably the boss) threw him a rude, trick question regarding cutting to the chase and gives him two minutes to convince him why Mr. Carrick believes he should get the job.

question: What did Mr. Carrick tell the boss?

answer: As Mr. Carrick wasn't prepared for the blunt question the boss asked him, he knows he's screwed and tells the interviewer everything that's on his mind. He says that he's just looking for a job and they have a vacancy, but he has no desire or passion to join the company and share their vision and all that crap. He says that if he hires him and treats him fairly, he will perform to the best of his abilities and go the extra mile, but will never be a slave to the company or money. If he treats him like a robot and not a human being, then he can take the job and shove it.

question: Write a ~11 sentence summary.

answer: Mr. Carrick gets downsized and loses his job. He's in another job interview and feels that it's going to be another rejection. He hates the system and the fact that he's applying for an entry-level job that pays less, despite his experience. During the interview, the boss tells Mr. Carrick that he has already selected a candidate for the job but since Mr. Carrick is already here, he can get on with the charade. The boss gives Mr. Carrick two minutes to convince him he's the man for the job. Mr. Carrick wasn't prepared for the trick question and loses it, but he makes sense. He tells the boss that he's just a guy who lost his job, and they have a vacancy, and he can do the job well. He has no desire or passion to share the company values. Mr. Carrick adds that if he gets hired, he will work to the best of his abilities and go the extra mile, but will never be a slave or die for the company. If they treat him fairly, he will give his all. If they treat him like an Autobot, he tells the boss he can take the job and shove it.


split: train

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Short story, could write more if i wanted. I have an idea in my head.

The cave was full of darkness. It clung to every crack and crevice. Black shadows upon black stones. Ériu did not think that this obscure darkness could be any colder, any more uninviting. But it was. It tore into her skin with a terrifying velocity, like black tendrils lashing her skin. Ériu was out picking vegetables and fruit like she had always done. Basket in hand and off she would trot, the gentle warmth of summer springing her step as she filled her basket with juicy strawberries and those sweet, crunchy apples mother would sometimes bake into apple pies. But there was no apple pie here, no warmth, no light, only darkness and her sad thoughts to keep her company.

How could this happen to her, it was a normal day, only she had wandered into this cave. She had never seen it before and wanted to explore the inside. She cursed her stupid curiosity, because of it, she was lost. From what she could remember, she was deep inside the cave, having slid her way down a hill of muck and tumbling rocks when the sensation began to overcome her. It stiffened her entire body and crept along her skin, slicing into her muscles and tendons, instantly rendering her nothing more than a conscious rock, much like the cold, hard rock walls that surrounded her. Only they were inanimate and dead. Before she completely blacked out, the manipulative effect had invaded her nerves, sending millions of tiny electric shocks all over her body. Every toe, every finger vibrated with a burning intensity. Tears fell from her twinkling eyes, splashing her knees as she thought about the feeling.

No, she thought, this is not the end. She grabbed one of the soggy apples that scattered the cave floor and took a huge bite out of it, ripping it almost in half. Juice dribbled down her chin.
If it was to be her demise, she would not die hungry. She devoured three more apples greedily before taking many deep breaths to calm her quivering torso. Ériu felt her way up the spiky rock wall, hand pushed hard into the slick rock to steady her own legs, still weak from the shocks that had made her pass out. She yearned for her own bed, and the soft kisses her mother would place on her forehead every night. That thought seemed to instil hope in the young girl, but Ériu knew better than to hope. Hope wouldn’t save her life, only action would. What need her of hope when she was encased in this black prison. This abyss was terminal.

There was no way of telling where she was going; she had no sense of direction or position. She could not even tell which way was forward, and which way was back. Soon, she let the darkness guide her, trusting in her instincts rather than letting fear grip hold of her, exactly what mother had always taught her to do. The sweeping abyss seemed to swallow her more as she edged her way along the cold crevice, opening up unto a beyond which seemed to swallow her more the further she walked. By now, she had quickened her pace, and was no longer scurrying along the wall like some terrified beetle. Her fingers brushed against the cave wall as she moved briskly through the darkness. She felt as if she was going to slam face first into a wall at any second, but she kept on moving, she had no intention of stopping, the only thing she had left was her ability to move and she put it to good use, walking in a straight line, seeking an end that was no more in sight than her own hand in front of her face.

Then she saw it… A dim orange glow flickered in the distance. In the darkness, it looked like Ériu was peering at lava through the tip of a needle, for some reason, she smiled when she gazed upon it. The light flickered and danced in her vision, being the first thing to tickle her senses, it sent her brain into overdrive, causing the strange hue to morph and grow, igniting into colours she never seen before. Her vision seemed to swarm with dancing images and shapes inconceivable to her young mind. Quickly, her eyes began to adjust to the warm glow of the mesmerising light and she became obsessed with it. Ériu was drawn towards not only the light, but the company light brings in the lonely despair of darkness. Suddenly, she felt hopeful again, this light would bring her home, back to mother and the warm log fire that Ériu loved nothing more than to curl up beside, feeling the warm tickle of the flame on her feet.

The ember glow was not far, and the next thing she knew, she was sprinting towards it, her face etched with a lolling smile.

Her smile melted into a wide-eyed gape when she saw what was producing the light.

A small, burning orb, about the size of a large orange hung low in the murky air. It seemed to emanate with moxie and an animated vigour as Ériu gazed, awestruck at the sight before her. She had never seen anything like this before, nor could she ever hope to again, surely she was the first person to see something like this?

“Hello,” whispered Ériu in her soft rural tone.

Soft as her voice was, it was not strong, and strength is what she needed right now.

“Hello!” she repeated. This time however, her voice was loud and clear, cutting through the shuddersome silence that engulfed the cave.
“Can you help me get home?”

Ériu nearly jumped twenty feet in the air when she heard the orb exhale with a low humming noise. Almost like a sighing bear, nestling in to hibernate out the winter. Her heart pounded even harder in her chest when the orb began to slowly drift forward. Ériu followed dutifully, her eyes fixed on the effervescent sphere of energy. Both orb and girl quickened their pace, until Ériu was tearing after the leering ball, like a child after sweets. This time, she did not care about what was ahead, or behind her, only the light and comforting heat of the xanthic orb.

Ériu let out an ear-piercing wail as colour and light exploded upon her vision. She was brought to her knees by a relentless barrage of senses the moment she emerged from the void of the hollow.

She could not believe her own two eyes as to what she was seeing before her. This was not home…This was nowhere she had ever seen before.

title: Ériu.

question: What is Eriu's main conflict?

answer: Eriu gets stuck in a pitch black cave, and has no idea how to get out.

question: What sensation overcomes Eriu when she is deep inside the cave?

answer: The sensation stiffens her entire body, invades her nerves, and makes her black out.

question: How old is Eriu?

answer: She is described as a young girl.

question: What was producing the orange light in the cave?

answer: It turned out to be a floating orb that was the size of an orange. It seems to be alive and have a power to it as Eriu can't help but follow it.

question: What was Eriu doing before she got lost in the cave?

answer: She was picking fruits and vegetables before she stumbled upon the cave.

question: Summarize what happens with Eriu and the orb.

answer: Eriu becomes entranced with the orb and begins to follow it when it moves. As she follows it, color and light explode in her vision and she is overcome by a barrage of senses. When she opens her eyes, she realizes she is somewhere she has never seen before.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Eiru, a young girl, gets lost inside a pitch black cave after foraging for fruits and vegetables. She begins to panic and a strange sensation makes her black out. When she comes to, she tries to get out until she sees an orange orb. She becomes entranced by the orb and follows it, no longer focused on leaving the cave. An explosion of light leaves Eriu engulfed in a barrage of senses, and she then realizes she is somewhere she has never seen before.


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DHORUBA AL-MUJAHID BIN WAHAD (born RICHARD EARL MOORE;[1] 1944) is an American writer and activist, who is a former political prisoner, Black Panther Party leader, and co-founder of the Black Liberation Army. _Dhoruba_, in Swahili, means “the storm”.[2]

Early years

Richard Earl Moore was three years into a five-year sentence at Comstock Prison when he learned Malcolm X had been assassinated. Moore, who had a spotty disciplinary record at Comstock, felt the Nation of Islam was dogmatic and valued myrmidons rather than free thinkers, but he admired Malcolm X, who he felt “wasn't just a bow tie, a talking head. He was funny; he was witty; he was analytical.” Moore had been reading Malcolm X's teachings and speeches and had considered joining with Malcolm X's army after being released from prison, and was stunned by Malcolm X's public execution. Like many others, black and white alike,[3] Moore believed Malcolm X had been killed by a combination of enemies in the Nation of Islam and law enforcement, and Moore decided the best way to honor his hero's legacy was “to think like Malcolm X, and take his message and apply it to his daily reality.” Consequently, Moore converted to Islam, took the name Dhoruba al-Mujahid bin Wahad, and began reading political material, including both non-fiction (such as Edward Gibbon's _The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ and Karl Marx's _Das Kapital_) as well as historical fiction (such as Leon Uris's _Exodus_ and novels about Attila the Hun and Genghis Khan).[4]

The shooting

On May 19, 1971, Thomas Curry and Nicholas Binetti, two New York City Police Department officers who were guarding the home of Frank S. Hogan, the Manhattan district attorney, were fired upon in a drive-by shooting, with a machine gun.[5] The officers survived, but were seriously injured, sustaining shots to the head, neck, chest, and abdomen.

The shootings took place during a period of intense violence between black activist organizations and the New York City police department. Two days later, NYPD officers Waverly Jones and Joseph Piagentini were shot and killed outside a housing project in Harlem.[6][7]

Wahad was arrested and initially charged with robbing a South Bronx social club, and then was later charged with the attempted murders of Curry and Binetti.

Wahad's first trial ended in a hung jury; his second in a mistrial. Two years later, in 1973, his third trial resulted in a guilty verdict; he was sentenced to twenty-five years to life.[8]

Prison and release

Wahad spent a total of nineteen years in prison. While incarcerated, he learned about Congressional hearings that disclosed the existence of a covert F.B.I. operation known as COINTELPRO. In December 1975 he filed a lawsuit against the F.B.I. and the police department of the City of New York.

As a direct result of his lawsuit, over the next fifteen years the F.B.I. released more than 300,000 pages of documents regarding COINTELPRO. The COINTELPRO documents were the basis on which Wahad appealed his conviction, and on March 15, 1990, Judge Peter J. McQuillan of the New York Supreme Court in Manhattan reversed it, ruling that the prosecution had failed to disclose evidence that could have helped Mr. Wahad's defense.[9]

While Manhattan District Attorney Robert M. Morgenthau stated that he planned to appeal the ruling, and would obtain a retrial if his appeal failed, Wahad was freed and released without bail.

Morgenthau's attempt to appeal was rejected by the Appellate Division of the New York Supreme Court,[10] and on January 20, 1995, the Manhattan district attorney's office stated there would be no retrial, indicating that the current condition of the evidence would make this impossible.[11]

Lawsuits

In 1995, the F.B.I. settled with Wahad; the U.S. government paid him $400,000.[12]

On December 4, 2000, Dhoruba's suit against the New York Police Department, seeking $15 million in damages was scheduled to begin.[13] On December 8, 2000, the city of New York laid to rest a 25-year legal battle, and agreed to pay Wahad an additional $490,000 in damages.[14]

Aftermath

Wahad lived in Accra, Ghana, where he organized on Pan-Africanism and the prison system. Using the funds from his settlements for personal damages from the FBI and City of New York, he established the Campaign to Free Black and New African Political Prisoners (formerly the Campaign to Free Black Political Prisoners and Prisoners-of-War) and founded the Institute for the Development of Pan-African policy in Ghana.

He currently lives in New York City and continues his work.

Assault by “New” Black Panther Party

On August 19, 2015, Bin Wahad and an associate were assaulted by a faction of the New Black Panther Party. Bin Wahad had been attending a conference in Atlanta, Georgia held by the Nzinga faction of the “New” Panthers, where Bin Wahad confronted the group about their adoption of the Black Panther name and their rhetoric. The two were ordered to leave but when they refused, Bin Wahad was assaulted. Wahad was left with a concussion, a broken jaw and lacerations from the attack.[15] The event led founding member of the original Black Panthers, Elbert “Big Man” Howard, to denounce the group as “reactionaries” and “thugs”.[16]

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title: Dhoruba al-Mujahid bin Wahad

question: Why was Wahad eventually released from prison?

answer: Wahal had heard about the existence of a covert FBI operation. He filed a lawsuit and the FBI released more than 300,000 pages about the covert operations. Wahal used these documents to appeal his conviction. The Supreme court reversed the ruling on the grounds that the prosecution had failed to disclose evidence.

question: What was Richard Earl Moore in jail for when he learned of Malcolm X's assassination?

question: Why did Moore change his name?

answer: Moore admired Malcolm X and decided that the best way to honor the man was to apply his message to reality. He converted to Islam. It is common practice for people to change their names to appropriate Islamic names when they convert to the religion.


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Description

Lead acid batteries are rechargeable batteries made of lead plates situated in a ‘bath’ of sulfuric acid within a plastic casing. They are used in every country in world, and can commonly be recognized as “car batteries”. The batteries can be charged many times, but after numerous cycles of recharging, lead plates eventually deteriorate causing the battery to lose its ability to hold stored energy for any period of time.¹ Once the lead acid battery ceases to be effective, it is unusable and deemed a used lead acid battery (ULAB), which is classified as a hazardous waste under the Basel Convention.²

Context

Recycled lead is a valuable commodity and for many people in the developing world the recovery of car and similar batteries (ULABs) can be a viable and profitable business. Therefore, the market for reclaiming secondary lead has been growing, especially in developing countries. Many developing countries have entered the business of buying ULABs in bulk in order to recycle them for lead recovery. These ULABs are often shipped over long distances for recycling, typically from the industrialized countries that produce, use, and then collect the spent batteries for reprocessing.³ Currently ULAB recycling occurs in almost every city in the developing world, and even in some countries in rapid transition. ULAB recycling and smelting operations are often located in densely populated urban areas with few (if any) pollution controls. In many cases the local recycling operations are not managed in an environmentally sound manner and release lead contaminated waste into the local environment and eco systems in critical quantities.  Blacksmith Institute estimates that over 12 million people are affected by lead contamination from processing of Used Lead Acid Batteries throughout the developing world.

As urban centers in the Global South become more populated the confluence of high unemployment rates, with increased car ownership, have led to a proliferation of informal ULAB reconditioning and recovery activities. These are often conducted by economically marginalized members of society, needing an additional source of income, but without any understanding of the risks involved. The informal process of recovering secondary lead from the ULABs includes breaking the batteries manually with an axe. In many cases, informal battery melting is a subsistence activity, and undertaken in homes (even in the kitchen), using archaic melting operations to recover and sell the secondary lead to the larger processers. Despite efforts by government agencies and the industry to bring safer and more efficient practices into this stage of the recycling process, ignorance of the risks of lead contamination combined with a lack of viable economic alternatives has led to the systemic poisoning of many poor populations throughout the developing world.

About 6 million tons of lead is used annually, on a worldwide basis, of which roughly three-quarters goes into the production of lead-acid batteries, which are used in automobiles, industry and a wide range of other applications.  Much of this existing demand for lead is met through the recycling of secondary material  and in particular from lead recovered from Used Lead-Acid Batteries (ULAB).  This high level of recycling is very effective in reducing the volumes of lead dumped in the environment and in minimizing the need for mining more ores.  However, in many places, much of the recycling is done on an informal basis, in unhygienic and dangerous conditions and resulting in serious lead poisoning of the recyclers themselves and the neighboring communities.

Exposure Pathways

Throughout the informal recycling process, there are opportunities for exposure. Most often the battery acid, which contains lead particulates, is haphazardly dumped on the ground, waste pile or into the nearest water body. As the lead plates are melted, lead ash falls into the surrounding environment, collects on clothing, or is directly inhaled by people in close proximity.

Soil containing lead compounds can turn to dust and become airborne, enabling the lead compounds to be easily inhaled or ingested in a variety of ways. Lead can also leach into water supplies. Children, in particular are often exposed to lead when playing on the waste furnace slag and handling rocks or dirt containing lead, while engaging in typical hand-to-mouth activity, as well as by bringing objects covered with lead dust back into the home. The most common route of exposure for children is ingestion, as lead dust often covers clothing, food, soil and toys.

Health Effects

Acute lead poisoning can occur when people are directly exposed to large amounts of lead through inhaling dust, fumes or vapors dispersed in the air. However, chronic poisoning from absorbing low amounts of lead over long periods of time is a much more common and pervasive problem. Lead can enter the body through the lungs or the mouth, and over long periods can accumulate in the bones. Health risks include impaired physical growth, kidney damage, retardation, and in extreme cases even death. Lead poisoning can lead to tiredness, headache, aching bones and muscles, forgetfulness, loss of appetite and sleep disturbance.

This is often followed by constipation and attacks of intense pain in the abdomen, called lead colic.⁵ Extreme cases of lead poisoning, can cause convulsions, coma, delirium and possibly death. Children are more susceptible to lead poisoning than adults and may suffer permanent neurological damage. Women that are pregnant and become exposed to lead can result in damage to the fetus and birth defects.

Some sites that have been noted as examples of the problem

Thiaroye Sur Mer, Dakar, Senegal
Bajos de Haina, Dominican Republic
Picnic Garden, Kolkata, India

What is Being Done

The challenges of ULABs are recognized by the industry and by the Basel Secretariat, who administers the relevant Convention. In some countries, the recycling systems have become formalized and are more or less well regulated. However, in many poorer countries, there is a large informal component alongside the established, larger recyclers. The Blacksmith Institute is currently trying to mitigate lead pollution from ULABs in seven countries around the world with a project entitled, “The Initiative for Responsible Battery Recycling”. The project focuses on ending endemic exposure to lead from improper ULAB recycling through education, remediation of legacy contaminated soils, developing new responsible policies on appropriate management of ULAB, and either formalizing the ULAB collection or providing other sources of income for the informal sector operators.

Footnotes

1\ “Used\ Lead\ Acid\ Batteries:\ Factsheet”\ Department\ of\ the\ Environment\ and\ Heritage.\ Australian\ Government.\ August\ 2005.\ Available\ at\ ”http://www.environment.gov.au/settlements/publications/chemicals/hazardous-waste/lead-acid-fs.html
2\ “The\ Basel\ Convention\ at\ a\ Glance.”\ Basel\ Convention.\ United\ Nations\ Environmental\ Programme.\ Available\ at\ http://www.basel.int/convention/bc_glance.pdf
3\ “The\ Basel\ Ban\ And\ Batteries,\ A\ Teaching\ Case:\ The\ Basel\ Ban\ And\ Batteries”\ Available\ at\ http://www.commercialdiplomacy.org/case_study/case_batteries.htm
4\ Cahners\ Business\ Information\ 2001.\ Lead:\ Market\ Prices\ Won’t\ Ignite.\ Purchasing\ 130:3,\ Reed\ Elsevier,\ Inc.,\ Feb\ 8,\ 42-43.
5\ “New\ Basel\ guidelines\ to\ improve\ recycling\ of\ old\ batteries.”\ United\ Nations\ Environment\ Programme.\ May\ 22,\ 2002.\ Available\ at\ http://www.unep.org/Documents.Multilingual/Default.asp?DocumentID=248&ArticleID=3069&l=en

Additional Resources

Used Lead Acid Battery Recycling (word doc)

Additional Photos

[Used Lead Acid Battery Recycling]
Empty car battery casings. India. Photo by Blacksmith Institute.
[Used Lead Acid Battery Recycling]
These children are developmentally impaired as a result of lead poisoning.  Haina, Dominican Republic. Photo by Blacksmith Institute.

[Used Lead Acid Battery Recycling]
A worker sorts through used lead acid batteries.  Kenya. Photo by Blacksmith Institute.

question: what is the article about?

answer: The danger of lead contamination and poisoning through recycling of used lead acid batteries (ULAB) recognized as car batteries.

question: What is the purpose of the article?

answer: The purpose of the article is to inform.

question: Is the article written as opinion or based on fact?

answer: fact

question: Does the article present a problem? A solution to the problem?

answer: The increase of ULAB recycling in densely populated urban settings in developing countries has caused led contamination in over 12 million people. In some countries, recycling systems are becoming better regulated. The Blacksmith Institute is currently trying to mitigate lead pollution in seven countries around the world through education, remediation of contaminated soils, and developing new policies.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The article is written to inform about the danger of lead contamination and poisoning through recycling of used lead acid batteries (ULAB) recognized as car batteries. The increase of ULAB recycling in densely populated urban settings in developing countries has caused led contamination in over 12 million people. In some countries, recycling systems are becoming better regulated. The Blacksmith Institute is currently trying to mitigate lead pollution in seven countries around the world through education, remediation of contaminated soils, and developing new policies.


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AMOS WALKER is a fictional character in a series of books by sometime western author Loren D. Estleman.[1] He is a private detective who lives on the Detroit-Hamtramck border and works in Detroit, Michigan.

As a Vietnam vet[2] who boxed in college and served as a military policeman, he is sharp and streetwise. But, like all good “eyes”, he has an irreverent side. Amos was fired from the Detroit Police while still in Academy for punching someone out in the shower. In _Motor City Blue_, set around 1980, Amos is in his thirties and the character has aged in later novels.[3] Amos is a traditionalist. As one reviewer noted:

Bibliography

1.  _Motor City Blue_
2.  _Angel Eyes_
3.  _The Midnight Man_
4.  _The Glass Highway_
5.  _Sugartown_
6.  _Every Brilliant Eye_
7.  _Lady Yesterday_
8.  _Down River_
9.  _Silent Thunder_
10. _Sweet Women Lie_ (1990)
11. _Never Street_
12. _The Witchfinder_
13. _The Hours of the Virgin_
14. _A Smile on the Face of the Tiger_
15. _Sinister Heights_
16. _Poison Blonde_
17. _Retro_ (2004)
18. _Nicotine Kiss_ (2006)
19. _American Detective_ (2007)
20. _Left-handed Dollar_ (2010)
21. _Amos Walker: The Complete Story Collection_ (2010; short stories)
22. _Infernal Angels_ (2011)
23. _Burning Midnight_ (2012)
24. _Don't Look for Me_ (2014)
25. _You Know Who Killed Me_ (2014)
26. _The Sundown Speech_ (2015)
27. _The Lioness Is the Hunter_ (2017)
28. _Black and White Ball_ (2018)
29. _When Old Midnight Comes Along_ (2019)

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title: Amos Walker

question: What qualities make Walker a good private detective?

answer: He is sharp, street-wise, which means he has a non-traditional perspective that helps in solving cases.


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Microsoft has formally denied it will deactivate its Games for Windows Live service for PC at the beginning of July, as had been rumored since August of last year and anticipated as developers — including a studio owned by Microsoft — stopped using it.

In a statement to Game Informer, Microsoft said "We are continuing to support the Games for Widows Live service," and "We remain committed to investing in PC gaming in the years ahead, and look forward to sharing more in the future."

Just Thursday, Twisted Pixel, the maker of _Ms. Splosion Man_, announced it would leave GFWL to use Valve's Steamworks for matchmaking, sharing user-created content and achievements.

In August, Microsoft said in on a support page for _Age of Empires Online_ that Games For Windows Live would be discontinued on July 1, 2014. The post was quickly removed. Microsoft did discontinue the PC marketplace on Games for Windows Live, which it noted was part of ending Microsoft Points and switching to real currency on Xbox Live.

"Although customers are unable to purchase new games from the marketplace or receive title updates, they can continue to enjoy previously purchased content by downloading them through the Games for Windows Live client as usual," the company said to Game Informer.

Back in March, Phil Spencer, the head of Microsoft's Xbox division, said Microsoft was working toward "a renewed focus on Windows and PC gaming."However, he indicated that the company wasn't looking "to go compete with what Valve has done."

He said then that "you will get a clear answer from us very soon," indicating there would be more to come in the summer. "It's just whether what we have today is the core of what we have [in the future] and it's probably not."

question: What did Microsoft formally deny?

answer: That it will deactivate its Games for Windows Live (GFWL) service for PC at the beginning of July.

question: Who announced their departure from GFWL and is headed for Valve's Steamworks?

answer: Twisted Pixel, the maker of Ms. Splosion Man

question: Who is the head of Microsoft's Xbox division?

answer: Phil Spencer

question: Why did Microsoft discontinue the PC marketplace for GFWL?

answer: It was part of ending Microsoft Points and switching to real currency on Xbox Live.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: In a statement to Game Informer, Microsoft formally denies it will deactivate its Games for Windows Live (GFWL) service for PC at the beginning of July. The companies said they will continue to support the GFWL service and remains committed to PC gaming despite some publishers leaving GFWL and moving to Valve's Steamworks. Microsoft did discontinue the PC marketplace for GFWL, saying that it was part of ending Microsoft Points and switching to real currency on Xbox Live.


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I was lying on something soft, my body sunk into it. When I opened my eyes everything was so white, so clean.
“Where am I?” I thought. “Am I dead?”

I sat up and looked around. I felt strangely light headed but not in an uncomfortable way. It felt like I was flying.
When my eyes adjusted to the brightness I saw a figure approaching me. I felt no fear but more of rejoice, like seeing an old friend after a long time.

I stood up, but fell backwards; only to find a stool behind me, in which I sat. When the figure got closer I saw it was a man. His skin was somewhat of a mixture of white, brown and black, I couldn't figure out the colour.
As he came closer he started to speak. I had never heard the language but I somehow recognized it. To my amazement I could understand it. He was speaking towards me, but not to me. What he said was beautiful. He said “Come here my child, for you have nothing to fear with Me. Walk along side Me and you will never feel the need of anything ever again.”

When the man was close enough I stood up. At that moment he was within five meters of me. I asked him “Where are we?” And he answered “We are where you want us to be. We can be anywhere.” I looked around for the second time and my heart nearly skipped a beat; we were in my childhood home, in the living room.
The man sat down and so did I.

After a short while I asked him “Are you God?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“But if you are God then I must be dead.”

“Must you?” He asked. “For you to be dead you had to be living at some point.”

“Are you saying I don’t exist?”

“No. On the contrary; you are the only one that exists.”

“What are you saying?”

“I am saying that you are the only human being in the world.”

I did not quite understand what he was talking about and he must have realized that because he said. “You are the only man in the world and every other human is your imagination. What I am telling you now I have told you countless of times.”

I started to get very confused and felt a headache coming. “Just to get this straight; I am not dead because I was never alive, I am the only man and everything else is my imagination and you have told me this before? How come I can’t remember it then?”

God signed and pointed to the door. “When you walk through that door you will be born again. You will know everything from all your past ‘lives’ but not remember anything from them.”

“What is the point in this?”

“The point is very simple; when you have lived through everything you will know everything and then you will become God.”

“So I will replace you?”

“Correct.”

“And the only thing I have to do is walk through that door?” I pointed at the door and felt a small shiver lead up my spine.

“Also correct.”

I stood up in haste and was going to walk to the door when God interrupted me. “But I must warn you; you are automatically walking to your doom.”

“I know, but since I don’t really live I don’t really die either, do I?” I said, with a grin, and walked through the door.

“Smart kid” mumbled God “I wonder how long it will take him this time to figure out that he is my son.”

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title: The world as we know it

question: Who are the main characters of the story?

answer: The man and God

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: Presumably Heaven, but anywhere the man wants to be.

question: What is the relationship between man and God?

answer: The man is God's son, but he doesn't remember.

question: Explain why the man is the only human being in the world.

answer: Every other human is his imagination, and he gets born again each time he passes through a door, knowing everything from his past lives but not remembering anything from them. After having lived through everything, the man will know everything and will replace God.

question: Write a ~9 sentence summary.

answer: A man wakes up on something soft, in a clean and white place. A figure approaches him and says he is God. The man learns that he is not alive or dead and he is the only human being that exists in the world. Every other human is his imagination and they have had this conversation countless times. The man asks why he cannot remember, and God explains that every time the man walks through a door, he gets born again with all the knowledge of his past lives, but will not remember any of it. God further explains that when the man has lived through everything, he will know everything and will become God, replacing him. However, God wars the man that he is walking to his doom every time he enters the door. The man says that since he is not alive, he cannot die. The man does not know he is God's son.


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Edit: this is going to be a running story!

Below my running feet pieces of earth lift. I look behind to watch the stir settle, and instead trip on a branch that came down during the last big storm. Well, if I was trying to catch a glimpse of myself, then getting as close to the bottom of my gravity is about right. So there I am with my nose huffing away ants and my fingertips using dirt and pebble as an exfoliant. I puff out any air left in my lungs. More earth lifts and now settles upon my face. With my eyes closed I turn on my back and sob until tears path their way down my face and neck. I take a deep breath and turn on my stomach and puff up some more earth that now stick to my tears. These dirt trails look like roots found below the lowest point I can hit with my face.

My lips pucker and some wet dirt collects in the creases. I press my face to the ground and settle. My hands are stretched out hugging the horizontal space around me. My fingers pulse like I'm slow playing a piano and the music exists only in thought.

Like the beautiful stars lining the sky above me, an energy below resists flight.

title: tracking myself

question: What is meant by "running feet"?

answer: The employment of the gerund suggests the author is running as they write this.

question: What is meant by "bottom of my gravity"?

answer: Probably the center of the author's gravity.

question: Why is the author in such close proximity to ants?

answer: They have fallen.

question: Why is the author burrowing their face in dirt?

answer: The text does not explain.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The author talks about running, falling, and the experience of feeling the earth on their face.


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RAY CHEN is a Taiwanese-Australian violinist. He was the first prize winner in the 2008 International Yehudi Menuhin Violin Competition and the 2009 Queen Elisabeth Competition.

Career

Born in Taipei, Taiwan, Chen began learning violin at the age of four. Within five years he completed all 10 levels of the Suzuki Music Education (Suzuki method) in Brisbane, Australia. Chen was invited to play solo with the Queensland Philharmonic Orchestra at the age of eight. He was also invited to perform at the opening celebration concert of the 1998 Winter Olympics in Nagano, Japan.

His violin teachers have included Kerry Smith and Professor Peter Zhang (Sydney Conservatorium). Chen graduated with a bachelor of music degree in violin performance under Aaron Rosand at the Curtis Institute of Music in Philadelphia.

In the summers of 2006 and 2007, Chen attended the Encore School for Strings, studying under David Cerone at the Cleveland Institute of Music. In 2008 he attended the Aspen Music Festival on a full tuition fellowship, studying with Cho-Liang Lin (Juilliard School) and Paul Kantor (Cleveland Institute of Music).

In April 2008 Chen won the senior division first prize of the Yehudi Menuhin International Competition for Young Violinists in Cardiff, Wales. (In 2004 he had won jointly the third prize of the junior division in that competition.[1]) Chen then came to the attention of Maxim Vengerov, who served on the competition jury, and was engaged for performances including debuts with the Mariinsky Theatre Orchestra in Saint Petersburg and at the International Rostropovich Festival with the Azerbaijan State Symphony Orchestra in Baku, under the baton of Vengerov.

Following his success at the Menuhin Competition, Chen won the first prize of the 2009 Queen Elisabeth Competition in Brussels, Belgium, bringing him numerous concert engagements, a recording, and a three-year loan of the “Huggins” Stradivarius from the Nippon Music Foundation. He was the competition's youngest participant. As Grand Prize winner, he was immediately launched on a concert tour, performing with the Royal Flemish Philharmonic (DeFilharmonie) under Jaap van Zweden and Aldert Vermeulen, the National Orchestra of Belgium under Rumon Gamba, and the Luxembourg Philharmonic Orchestra under Emmanuel Krivine, as well as in recitals throughout Belgium.[2]

Chen was signed by Sony Classical in 2010.[3] He has recorded the César Franck Violin Sonata, the violin concertos of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky and Felix Mendelssohn, and more.

Chen won the Newcomer Award in the 2011 Echo Klassik Awards.[4] He was invited to perform at the annual Nobel Prize Concert in 2012, playing Max Bruch's Violin Concerto in G minor with the Royal Stockholm Philharmonic Orchestra.[5]

In April 2016, he was the youngest juror ever of the Yehudi Menuhin International Competition for Young Violinists in London, with Pamela Frank, Joji Hattori, Martin Engstroem, Ning Feng, Julia Fischer, Dong-Suk Kang, Tasmin Little and Jeremy Menuhin.[6]

After the short-term loan of “Huggins”, he was lent the 1715 “Joachim” Stradivarius from the Nippon Music Foundation until 2019. As of October 2019, he is the recipient of the 1735 “Samazeuilh” Stradivarius loaned by the Nippon Music Foundation.[7]

Chen is also known for his online presence. He has created videos on his eponymous YouTube channel pertaining to violin playing, and has collaborated multiple times with the YouTube classical musicians comedy duo TwoSetViolin.[8]

Discography

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[1] Laureates Archive – Prizewinners since 1983, Menuhin Competition

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[6] 2016 Jury, Menuhin Competition

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title: Ray Chen

question: How many prizes and awards have Ray Chen won so far in his career?

answer: He has won four prizes and awards, so far.

question: Why was Chen loaned a Stradivarius so many times?

answer: Because Stradivarious are expensive and require a small fortune to buy them. Also, they are premium instruments that are best in the hands of great musicians.


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[Dem ousts incumbent Republican in Manchester mayoral race]

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Joyce Craig vanquished Republican incumbent Ted Gatsas in Manchester, N.H.'s closely watched mayoral race on Tuesday, making her the first woman to hold the position and putting a Democrat at the helm of the city for the first time in more than a decade.

Craig won the race with 12,053 votes, while Gatsas had 10,580, according to vote tallies reported by WMUR-TV in Manchester.

The race was the highest profile in the Granite State this year, pitting Gatsas, who has served as the city's mayor since 2010, against Craig, a former alderman, who unsuccessfully vied for the post in 2015.

But this time, Craig drew the support of a number of prominent national political figures, including former Vice President Joe Biden[]Joe BidenTrump rages against '60 Minutes' for interview with Krebs Cornyn spox: Neera Tanden has 'no chance' of being confirmed as Biden's OMB pick Five things to know about Georgia's Senate runoffs MORE, who filmed a video endorsement for the Manchester Democrat.

"Voting in local elections is the best way to bring about change in your community, and Joyce is the right candidate at the right time," Biden said in the video. "She'll make a real difference for Manchester."

She was also joined at times by other prominent out-of-state Democrats, including former Maryland Gov. Martin O'Malley, Los Angeles Mayor Eric Garcetti and Rep. Tim Ryan (Ohio).

Hillary Clinton[]Hillary Diane Rodham ClintonCornyn spox: Neera Tanden has 'no chance' of being confirmed as Biden's OMB pick Groups seek to get Black vote out for Democrats in Georgia runoffs Biden's political position is tougher than Trump's MORE won Manchester by a little more than 3,000 votes in the 2016 presidential election. The former secretary of State narrowly defeated President Trump in New Hampshire.

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question: Summarize everything about Joyce Craig.

answer: She is a Democrat who won the Manchester mayoral race against  Ted Gatsas. She is the first woman city mayor of Manchester.

question: What did Vice President Biden say about Joyce Craig in his video endorsement for the Manchester Democrat?

answer: He said that Joyce is the right candidate at the right time and she'll make a difference for Manchester.

question: Who were the prominent out-of-state Democrats who joined Craig at times?

answer: Former Maryland Gov. Martin O'Malley, Los Angeles Mayor Eric Garcetti, and Rep. Tim Ryan.

question: Did Hillary Clinton win Manchester in the 2016 presidential election?

answer: Yes.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Democrat Joyce Craig won the Manchester mayoral race against Republican incumbent Ted Gatsas, making her the first woman city mayor of Manchester.


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I uncloaked and stared at them. Asleep on a rich red couch.
"There are no more women you simpleton. They... they're gone boy" The deep sense of tragedy shone through my commanders voice even over the cranial RF link. Even though it had been two years, five months and thirteen days since the plague had swept through no man would forget the exact second they saw their spouse, lover, friend...or their child's chest swell with the telltale signs of the plaque only to have their heart detonate before his eyes. Nothing could be done to stop it. No female on Earth had been saved from it to anyone's knowledge. Until now.

As they continued to lay there my mind wandered down the corridors of my past. Remembering the exact second I saw her face, contorted with pain, finally give way to the peace that came at the end. "WAKE UP BOY."

My head swiveled full 180 and noticed at first count 6 enemy heat signatures moving rapidly right at me. Anger gripped my heart - as sickness had gripped hers. Instead of driving me to death - it drove me to action.

Cloak. Vision. Sight. My mantra rang through my mind. Cloak. Vision. Sight. As an afterthought I noticed that my squad was engaged with a force double our own outside the door. 'Grenade. Pull the pin. Throw at the fucking enemy.' My drill sergeant's voice boomed from my memory and I complied. Noticing with satisfaction that three of the bio's in the house with me had piles of heat signature pooling around their thrashing forms.

Then came the part that I enjoyed. A smile lit on my face as I sprinted forward. Core support system dumping oxygen. Rifle on my back, there would be no need for it. No room. I met the first bio before he could realize that the glitter rushing at him was a cloaked human. Jumping up to his shoulders I laid my palm to his forehead and as I sailed past fired the Gauss rifle implanted in my right forearm splattering his human looking brains on his comrades.

Their reaction was too late. I moved like the wind. Since I had first developed the Assassin Aid System and been the first to 'test drive' it there was nothing alive that could match my reaction speed or maneuverability. Before the first corpse hit the floor I was on the second bio. I stood straight up into his jaw causing him to bite off his tongue. I knew from the cameras implanted in my temples that he was dazed. So I relieved him of his confusion and severed his spinal cord with another Gauss round. 40% cell life now.

I let the cloak lift and sprinted to the last visible bio who was still dazed from the grenade I had loosed on him and his own. I ran and jumped into him, letting me knee ram into his chest. As I sailed upwards an ungodly roar filled my throat as I released the pressure driven blade up through, what had been a kneecap, into his beating heart. No, not his. It's heart. These were things to be destroyed.

I forced the retraction mechanism ,squirming a little, as it slid down the hollow tube that had been a bone not but two years ago. I checked on my comrades. My ocular overlay confirmed that no one was KIA and there was only one minor injury. I glanced at my cell charge - 38%.

I turned back to the woman and the girl child. My rage and desire for destruction passed with the lives of the enemy. For now. Erwin came up beside me and looked both of them, very much awake now after all the commotion, over and said under his breath, "Well fuck me. There really are two little ladies here." Then directed at the both of them, "How about coming back to civilization with us?" He let his infamous winning smile flood his broad bald head as both of them sat huddled on the couch - still completely shell shocked. "Well at the very least - Do you fine ladies have any thing some military boys could have for a midnight snack?"

~Plot is getting warmed up now. I don't know how long I'm going to make this story. I can wrap it up quickly or flesh it out some. Let me know what you think :)

title: [Sci-Fi] Rebirth of a Race [Part 3]

question: Where do the woman and girl come from?

answer: Unknown.

question: What is the difference between the narrator and the rest of his soldier-comrades?

answer: The narrator's reflexes and reactions are super quick due to his Assassin Aid System which he pioneered and tested before other soldiers.


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-1-
Hello readers, I'm A.J.  I am born and raise in Newport Beach, California.  Life is pretty good, but in every life, people face their own challenges.  For me, my challenge is High School, not academically, but socially.  Next fall, I will be a Junior, yet I'm only 15 years old.  I'm pretty sure I'm the youngest one in my grade.  I like to consider that I have friends, but the ones I have don't really treat me like they are one.  I have never had a girlfriend, or any sort of relationship.  I've never even had my first kiss.  I guess you could say that when it comes to girls I'm a nervous wreck, or a shy guy.  I don't really know how to talk to girls that I find attractive or that I like, but I can to those who are just simply my friends.  I do great in my academics, but that's not what this story is about.  This story is about what it's like being in the shoes of a teenage boy living in Southern California.

-2-
So my friends are ass holes.  First they are my friends, and than the next thing I know they are total dicks.  However, as much as I don't want to hangout with them, I kind of want to.  They are just entertaining to be around.  I guess this must be because if I'm not with them, I'm usually alone at home, being bored out of my mind all day.  These kids have serious issues though.  I have a younger sister who will be a freshman in the fall.  My friends know her, and came up with idea that next year, they are going to fuck her, rape her, hook up, butt fuck her, etc.  My sister is 13, and my friends, (who are the kids that say that), are 16 and are going to be juniors as well.  I can't do anything about it either, because I'm outnumbered, so I just try to keep quiet and ignore it.  I've been in fights with three out of the eight of them before, like actual fist fights.  There is so much crap about these kids I call friends that I could literally write this whole story on them.
When I'm not with my asshole friends, I'm with my boring friends.  I call them that because they don't really want to do anything, except the same routine we have done in the past.  That's one of the reasons why I tend to hangout with my asshole friends because they are more energetic and willing.

-3-
The girls in Southern California are beautiful.  I just have no skill at all when I try to talk to them.  I just don't understand girls.  I know quite a bit about them because of my younger sister.  Over the years I've watched her girly tv shows and movies, with her of course.  I actually found a lot of them entertaining and would enjoy watching them.  For example, she got me hooked on a show called Gossip Girl.  I know this knowledge on what girls like because of these shows and movies, but I'm just never given a chance to show them that I can be fun to be around.  I haven't been on an actual date before. I've tried before in the past, but girls have friend zoned me or turned me down.  There's this one girl who I really want to hangout with.  Her name is Corinne.  I tried to talk to her over the phone, but because I don't have her number, I was forced to use Instagram direct.  So I would send her these completely random photos to try to talk to her.  She is literally the definition of beautiful.  I've tried to ask her now a couple of times if she wanted to hangout, but I have been given the same response, "I can't".  She must not be that into me, but isn't the point of hanging out to try to get to know the person better?  I don't even want to be like other guys and just leave after they hookup. I want to go on dates, or go do something fun.

-4-
The people of Newport Beach are just regular people, except quite a bit of them come from wealthy families.  At my High School, we have pretty much the same social circles.  There are the stoners, surfers, jocks, band geeks, drama nerds, party animals, skateboarders, etc.  The more popular kids are the party animals.  They're the ones who you hear stories about around campus.  Such as, so and so hooked up with that one girl, she is such as slut, or he/she got so drunk.  I've never been to a high school party yet.  I've drank before, but not at an actual party.  I'm friends with a few kids from all social circles, which is nice because it allows me to jump circles to talk to other people.  But when schools out, none of these kids want to hangout, forcing me to look towards my asshole friends.   In every social circle, a few of the kids are rich.  You see guys getting Mercedes as their first cars, and girls with BMWs like it's no big deal.  I've seen some kids with personal drivers even.

-5-
Well I'm half way through my High School experience, and I'm ready to move on and start with my life.  I'm ready to leave Newport Beach to go travel and see the world.  This next year, I'm going to push my self academically so I can get into a good college.  My sister thinks I should start to model, she claims that I am "anorexic".  I'm 5'11 and weigh 135 lbs, so I guess you can say I sort of am.  In the fall I will play on the JV soccer team for my school, and the schools club hockey team.  I'm ready for school to start, although Summer is pretty great.  I'm going to be less nervous to talk to girls, and especially to Corinne.  I'm going to make some changes this next school year, hopefully good things will come with it.

title: [NF] High School is Complicated

question: What are the main problems the author faces in high school?

answer: The author is the youngest in his class and seems to be somewhat socially awkward. He's on friendly terms with many people from different social circles, but he's not close with any of them. He finds one of those circles to be more motivated to do interesting stuff. However, the kids in that group are assholes. He wants to go on dates but seemingly can't draw interest.

question: What does the text say about the poor kids in Southern California?


text:
(CNN)The Justice Department and the FBI are in discussions with lawyers for Hillary Clinton aide Huma Abedin to secure approval that would allow the FBI to conduct a full search of her newly discovered emails, sources familiar with the discussions told CNN.

Authorities have not yet sought a search warrant for the emails, law enforcement sources told CNN. Government lawyers hope to secure a search warrant to permit investigators to review thousands of emails on a computer Abedin shared with her estranged husband, Anthony Weiner, officials said.

The new search warrant is needed because the existing authorization, covered by a subpoena, related only to the ongoing investigation of Weiner, who is accused of having sexually explicit communications with an underage girl.

Investigators from the FBI's New York field office who are conducting the Weiner investigation stumbled on the Abedin emails while they were reviewing emails and other communications on the computer, which was considered to belong to Weiner, the officials said. They stopped their work and called in the team of investigators from FBI headquarters who conducted the probe of Clinton's private email server.

Abedin's lawyers didn't respond to requests for comment.

The investigators saw enough of the emails to determine that they appeared pertinent to the previously completed investigation and that they may be emails not previously reviewed.

Because they don't have a warrant specific to Abedin's emails, officials have not been able to further examine them. Justice Department and FBI officials view Abedin as cooperative with the investigation.

FBI officials yet don't know how many of the emails are duplicates of emails they already have reviewed as part of the Clinton email server investigation and whether any of them may contain classified information.

Investigators believe it's likely the newly recovered trove will include emails that were deleted from the Clinton server before the FBI took possession of it as part of that earlier investigation.

question: Whose emails are being investigated?

answer: Hilary Clinton's.

question: Which departments of government are involved in the investigation?

answer: The FBI and the Justice Department.

question: Whose computer has been impounded by the feds?

answer: Anthony Weiner.


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_CROZETULUS_ is a genus of African araneomorph spiders in the family Anapidae, first described by V. V. Hickman in 1939.[1]

Species

it contains four species:[2]

-   _Crozetulus minutus_ Hickman, 1939 – Crozet Is.
-   _Crozetulus rhodesiensis_ Brignoli, 1981 – Namibia, Zimbabwe, South Africa
-   _Crozetulus rotundus_ (Forster, 1974) – Congo
-   _Crozetulus scutatus_ (Lawrence, 1964) – South Africa

[1]

[2]

title: Crozetulus

question: Where do the species of the genus Crozetulus live?

answer: Various places in Africa. Crozet Island, Namibia, Zimbabwe, South Africa, and Congo.

question: When was the earliest discovery of a species in the Crozetulus genus, and by whom?

answer: Crozetulus minutus was discovered by Hickman in 1939.

question: List the species discovered after the description of the genus.

answer: Crozetulus rhodesiensis, Crozetulus rotundus, Crozetulus scutatus.

question: What family does the genus belong to?

answer: Anapidae.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Crozetulus is a genus of African araneomorph spiders in the family Anapidae, first described by V. V. Hickman in 1939. It contains four species. They are C. minutus (in Crozet Island), C. rhodesiensis (Namibia, Zimbabwe, and South Africa), C. rotundus (Congo), and C. scutatus (South Africa).


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I am mostly mad. It has always been like this, usually starting as a slight knot in my gut, then a spreading irritation, till it fills my whole body with red flame and I explode.

My family and friends are used to this and don’t seem to mind my frequent anger outbursts, but when I meet new people I like to warn them: “Hi, I’m Andy Wokswizme, and I am mostly mad” – that way there are no surprises later on and new relationships in general have worked out well.

So imagine my consternation and outrage when I introduced myself thus at Heathrow passport control, and instead of letting me enter the UK and take a well deserved rest at the Holiday Inn, the British immigration officer looked at me queerly and pressed a red button calling men in white coats to take me away to a padded cell.

Its quite a nice padded cell, actually, and I love how the nearly 30256 squares interlock so neatly, forming pretty patterns that help me to sleep, that is when the voices let me. I like the voices, and I think the like me, probably because I was careful to tell them up front that I am mostly mad.

title: Mostly Mad

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator is Andy Wokswizme.

question: Why does he have frequent anger outbursts?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: Has the outburst ever got him in trouble?

answer: Yes, he was once taken away to a padded cell after introducing himself at the Heathrow passport control.

question: Does Andy try to contain his anger?

answer: No.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer:
Andy Wokswizme has frequent anger outbursts. His family and friends are used to it hence do not comment. But he introduces himself to new people with a warning about his anger.

Once while taking a vacation to the UK, he was stopped by the Heathrow passport control and taken away to a padded cell. Andy was able to sleep well in the cell thinking about the 30256 squares interlocked neatly.


text:
No sound, and even though Jack’s eyes are closed he knows wherever he is its very bright. And forcing his eye-lids open with more energy than he had ever used before to do such a task. He brought up an arm to shield himself from a light that most surely wasn’t artificial but was at the same time. As if the light was coming from all around him but nowhere at the same time.

He tried to speak but found that no words escaped him. And he slowly sat up and looked around to get his bearings. Wherever he was, he’d never seen anything like it before. There appeared to be an expansive stretch of nothingness before him. A long and vast whiteness, He was sure this was a dream, that this feeling of unrelenting sadness gripping him, deep down in the pit of his stomach was just a nightmare that had yet to reveal the punch-line.

'Where am I?' He thought as he stood up. It took a lot of energy to accomplish this task, his bones and joints were sluggish and clumsy. Once he managed to get to his feet he became dizzy, to the point where he had to put his hands on his knees and bend over for a minute to let it subside.

Squinting through half closed eyes he tried to look around again and though the light was still very bright it had abated slightly and he could finally stand up straight again. He rubbed a hand over his eyes. He tried to call out again but the words still wouldn’t come. He knew he was speaking but he couldn’t hear anything coming out.

“There is no use trying to speak.” A woman’s voice came from behind him, seemingly out of the nothingness; A very familiar voice.

He slowly turned around and was sure that this was a dream. The sight of her made his heart drop, stop and melt all at the same time. He couldn’t remember her name but he knew that he had known this girl very well, knowing every inch of her body and most of her personality.

She just smiled sadly and took a step forward she moved with a grace and sadness that brought a breaking dread to Jack and he squinted as he watched her move about as if she were gliding along the floor that wasn’t there. 'This is a dream?' He thought to himself and he wasn’t very surprised to hear her speak again. “In a way it is. In a way it is not.” He frowned and looked around again. 'Where are we?'

“We are everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. We are together again, but apart forever.” She smiled and stepped closer. He suddenly didn’t want her to come any closer and he felt tears forming in his eyes. 'What do you mean?'  She merely smiled. “Is it too bright here? Your eyes haven’t adjusted yet. It will take some time.” She glanced around and as she did the air around him seemed to shift and change.

And now he was standing in the middle of an old bar. Four pool tables off to the right, and a bar in the middle. The girl was now behind the bar. “Do you remember this place?”  Jack looked around the room. It was empty aside from them. He nodded slowly. 'It’s where we met. But I can’t remember your name. After all these years, I’ve known you. I’m sorry.'

She just smiled sadly again. “That is not important. My name is no longer a part of your memory.” She moved around the bar and poured a double of whiskey. “This was your favorite wasn’t it?”

Jack instantly felt something churn in his stomach and he shut his eyes for an instant he heard a sort of siren blaring and then he opened them again, the room had changed once more. They were in his apartment lying in bed. Her head on his chest, her short hair brushed away from her upturned face. “This is where we spent our first night together.” She smiled. And he felt like crying even more. 'I remember you saying that we had to do this or we’d never know if it was worth it.' He thought.

“Was it worth it?” She asked and kissed his collar bone lightly. An icy chill ran up his spine. He shuddered. 'Every single second of it.'

"Every second.” She sighed and he felt her cool hand intertwine with his. “I need to tell you something Jack.” 'I know, This isn’t a dream…'  He felt the tears now, they had been escaping the corners of his eyes for who knew how long. 'What happened? Where are we?'

He shut his eyes and the blaring siren slipped back in for a moment And the voices of people shouting in the distance.

“You are dying. People say that your life flashes before your eyes before you die…” Her voice was getting distant. Further away and Jack squeezed his arms around her holding her close. The body he held tightly. 'Don’t leave me. Please Don’t leave me!' The sirens were stronger now piercing the walls of his subconscious.

“You have to make a choice.” She said. Her voice was distant and muddled now. “I Hate to give you such a cliché ultimatum but you have a choice to make.” Jack nodded his head, the room around him swam and rippled seeming to meld the moldy ceiling of his apartment with a starry night sky. “Stay here with me. Or go back.” Her voice was coming in a little stronger now. 'What happened? Where’s back, why aren’t you there?'

 “Do I really have to say it?” She sat up on her elbow and looked down at him. And he knew there from the sadness in her eyes and the way she smiled soothingly down at him. He reached a hand up and ran a thumb along her jaw-line. “All you have to do is choose. There is still time. Go back.”

And with that he knew what he had to do. He brought both hands up to hold her face gently in his hands and he pulled her down close to him so that their noses were touching. And he was able to find his voice. “There is no life for me, without you.” And he smiled.

She frowned for a moment and scrunched her nose up. “Are you sure?” She asked. And he smiled.

“From the moment I saw you, Ash...”

The ambulance rumbled along the lonely stretch of Arizona highway, and the coroner’s van behind it. “Jimmy, turn off the siren… We’ve lost him.” The paramedic paused checking his watch. Sat up and removed his rubber gloves. “CPR is unsuccessful. We can’t work him back up.”

title: "Ash" By FallenMonument

question: Describe the interaction between Jack and the girl.

answer: The interaction between the girl and Jack is very short. Jack initially thinks he is dreaming when talking to the girl. The girl responds with some vague comments and Jack suddenly feels as though he didn't want her to come any closer. Jack slowly realizes that she is a ghost of his past and future and he wants to spend his life with her, and when he chooses her, he dies in the real world.

question: Summarize the situation Jack is in.

answer: Jack is in a life or death situation. He is in an ambulance, being rushed to the hospital and is in and out of consciousness. Jack dreams of a woman in his unconscious state. He has no idea what is happening to him and everything seems to be falling around him.

question: Would Jack regret choosing the women in his unconscious state?


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Knocking myself for my bout of self-indulgence I ran on. Now was not the time to think of such things. Now I just needed to return to my troop and figure out a plan to deal with those bios.
"Alright you mental little shits." We were gathering around Erwin, heads pushed together, limiting the power of our transmissions not to extend beyond the furthest of us.

"I hadn't seen an psychs over there Erwin."

"I still feel better not taking any chances - Hey Rocket, how many cells we have left?" Rocket, as he was known to our group, got his name from those legs of his. I had never seen a human outrun a car till I met him. He was one of the first after the crisis. One of the first to undergo extremely experimental surgery to become superhuman. When LeRoy had underwent the knife he was just your average military field surgeon - but when he came out half machine...well his legs weren't the only thing he lost in that surgery.

Three fingers. We only had three cells left. Three cells between 20 men, deep in enemy territory. Separated from the main force in what was supposed to be a simple scouting mission.
"Alright. We've been in worse straits." That was true enough, last week we had been surrounded 6 psychs...but never had we been separated by miles of, now enemy, urban sprawl. "All we have to do is keeping pushing north."

"We'll skirt this camp to the west," with that statement a map was transmitted to all of us with a rough arrow showing where he was talking about, "then we'll just continue our little stroll back to main force." I couldn't help but smile at his delivery of that last statement. That's why our force trusted him. He had a way of making light of every situation and keeping the rest of the them in good spirits. "All right then. Let's roll out."

With that we fell in behind our commander. Trusting the path that he blazed for us we actively hid our vital signs and those of us with EM suppression abilities tried to hide the telltale human mind from any psychs that may have been wandering about. As we jogged forward, avoiding areas that seemed 'jiggy' to Erwin, I let my mind wander back to before.

Before this shit storm. Back when I was just a researcher in a human enhancement team. A pang of guilt struck me as I looked at Rocket. What have we become. I quickly pushed that aside and firmly reminded myself that we are survivors. We will do what we must. We will fight to survive.

"Vitals." Erwin pulled up and glanced at me. "What do you see there Mr. Spook?" That was apparently his favorite name for me, it was a play on that fact I could essentially disappear and my scientist background.

"I'm not a Vulcan - but I see two heat signatures in that red brick house there."

"Are they others?" Erwin shot back at me. "No sir. Humans by the look of it. Their signature is not hot enough to be others" Erwin looked back at the fragged out brick house. "Alright. Let's see what we can do for them."

A quick jog and our 20 man recon team pulled up to the remnants of the ancient building. Erwin looked at me and shoved his head in the direction of the entrance and I grudgingly cloaked and went inside. As I found my way around old furniture and new destruction I wondered how anyone could be surviving out here, until I finally found the heat sources.

I looked at them. Lost for words.

"Whatcha seein in there Davis?" Erwin's voice came through clear but still somehow muddled by my thoughts. There was no way this was possible.

"Davis! Report."

"Sir. I found..." I paused finding the words not wanting to leave my tongue from simple incredulity. "What did you find boy?" "A live woman and a little girl sir."

Silence.

~~~~Let's see where this goes. I'm really enjoying this story and finding it as I write it. :)

title: [Sci-Fi] Rebirth of a Race [Part 2]

question: Describe the relationship between Erwin and Davis.

answer: Erwin and Davis work together as soldiers fighting to survive. They are a solid team, who listen to one another, and trusted one another. Erwin had a lot of experience which made their team trust him, and this motivated Davis.

question: How would the story span out if Davis was not communicative with Erwin?


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-   Title: The Nightmare
-   Creator: Henry Fuseli
-   Date: 1781
-   Physical Location: Detroit, MI, U.S.A.
-   Provenance: Paris [?], C. Benedict, (dealer, sold by his widow in 1966 to the Galerie Heim, Paris);, Founders Society Purchase with funds from Mr. and Mrs. Bert L. Smokler and Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence A. Fleischman
-   Physical Dimensions: w49.88 x h40 in (without frame)
-   Type: Painting
-   Rights: Detroit Institute of Arts
-   External Link: http://dia.org
-   Medium: oil on canvas

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question: What is being described in this description?

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question: What is the title of the painting?

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question: What medium is used on the painting?

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question: Who is the creator of the painting?

answer: Henry Fuseli is the creator of the painting.

question: When was the painting created?

answer: 1781

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

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STIRLING is a town in the Adelaide Hills, South Australia, approximately 15 km from the Adelaide city centre. It is administered by the Adelaide Hills Council. Its population is about 2500. Neighbouring townships are Crafers and Aldgate. Other nearby towns are Heathfield and Bridgewater. Of those five, Stirling has by far the largest commercial strip, with the greatest number and widest variety of shops, the only police station, and the only banks. STIRLING EAST, a similar sized area towards Aldgate, is home to several schools.

History

Stirling is named after Edward Stirling. He was the illegitimate son of Archibald Stirling, a planter in the British West Indies, and a Creole woman.[1] He was able to travel to South Australia because of a financial gift from his father who had been freshly compensated for his slaves on the emancipation of the British West Indies.[2]

Founded in 1888, Stirling grew rapidly as a result of the expansion of apple growing and market gardening to satisfy the demand of the expanding city of Adelaide, whose centre is only 15 kilometres from Stirling. It also developed as a residential address for Englishmen who could afford it, to escape Adelaide's hot summers, often 10 degrees cooler than Adelaide. As a result, many historic, grand mansions can be found in the area. Today, farming has declined as more of the region has been urbanised, with many Stirling residents commuting to Adelaide daily.

Vegetation

Many deciduous trees, particularly the maple, elm, oak and ash trees, have been imported from Europe and North America. These trees flourish in Stirling's wet and mild to cool climate and are a popular tourist attraction in the autumn months (April–May), bringing rich and vibrant autumn leaf colour to the town. This activity is known as “leaf peeping”. Some Australian cities are too warm (even in the autumn and winter months) to accommodate and produce maple trees, but some temperate regions along the eastern coast and towns at higher altitudes flourish in colour during autumn, rivalling those in North America, Europe and Japan.

Other tourist sites include the nearby Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens and Cleland Conservation Park.

Climate

[Main street during summer.] [Looking down Druid Avenue through wet autumn weather] Stirling has a warm-summer Mediterranean climate (Köppen climate classification: _Csb_). Owing to its location near Mount Lofty, Stirling is the wettest place in South Australia, receiving an average of 1,107 millimetres (43.6 inches) of rain per year—more than twice the average of Adelaide.[3] Between May and August, the average monthly rainfall is as high as 155 millimetres (over 6 inches), and in June 1916, over 450 millimetres fell. Mean summer temperatures are about 5 °C (9 °F) lower than in Adelaide, which may explain why Stirling was recommended as a desirable residence for English migrants and Adelaide's high society in the 20th century. Winters are distinctly cool particularly compared to Adelaide, with an average minimum of 4 °C (39 °F) and an average maximum of 11 °C (52 °F).[4]

The Australian Bureau of Meteorology stopped the collection of weather data at Stirling from the 1980s onward. Weather recording instruments were removed from the grounds of Australia Post's Stirling office following a commercial dispute between these two Australian government organisations.

Government

Stirling is located in the state electorate of Heysen and in the federal Division of Mayo. The local council is the Adelaide Hills Council (formerly Stirling Council) in the Mt Lofty and Manoah wards.

Culture

A prominent landmark in Stirling is the historical Stirling Theatre, home to the Hills Musical Company, Stirling Players and Hills Youth Theatre. Stirling also has a strong affinity with books and has been referred to as South Australia's 'Book Village'. This relates to the close proximity of varied book venues Chapter Two Books, Matilda Bookshop, The Hut Book Shed and the Coventry Memorial Library.

Artistic Community

Stirling has traditionally had a strong community of artists. One of the most notable was abstract artist, Colin Russell Gardiner who was a former electrician and held many exhibitions in the 1970's and 1980's.[5]

Fire Service

The Stirling community is protected from fire, road crash and hazardous materials by the Stirling Country Fire Service Volunteers. In 2006, the Adelaide Hills Council stepped up efforts to relocate the station to Crafers, against the wants of the volunteers. The council proposed the move in order to sell the land currently inhabited by the CFS station on Avenue Road, to fund a new library. However, in mid-2006 the council elected to sell the land the fire station was on to SAFECOM (South Australian Fire and Emergency Services Commission), which owns all Fire Service assets. The new library started construction anyway in early 2007, and it was completed the following year.

Transport

Stirling (Main Street) is very well serviced by public transport, with a 30min off-peak service to the city and nearby Mount Barker (routes and [6]). During peak it is also service by routes and .[7] Route operates nights and weekends only. For the east of Stirling, route [8] operates to and from the city and route [9] operates to Crafers. Route [10] also links Stirling to Carey Gully. For the West of Stirling (heading out towards Heathfield) routes [11] and operate via Avenue Road and Longwood Road, at peak times only with very limited interpeak services.

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[4] Commonwealth Bureau of Census and Statistics, South Australian Office; _South Australian Year Book_; 1978 edition

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[6] http://www.adelaidemetro.com.au/content/download/796/10753/file/823-840X-T840-T843-860F-863-T863-864-N864_ttable_routemap_26-01-16.pdf

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[8] http://www.adelaidemetro.com.au/content/download/627/10382/file/865-866_ttable_routemap_26-01-16.pdf

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[10] http://www.adelaidemetro.com.au/content/download/793/10750/file/820-821-822_ttable_routemap_26-01-16.pdf

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title: Stirling, South Australia

question: Why was Stirling named after Edward Stirling?

answer: Perhaps because he often traveled to South Australia.


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Cancer, an unwelcome house guest.

 When you are at your happiest moment, everything in life is where it should be. After years of work and struggle, your ducks are finally in a row. You've been preparing a meal the entire day. It actually started the day before with a trip to the butcher to get the perfect cut of meat. Next, you let it marinate over night to make sure it is just right. Today was spent cleaning and tidying making sure the house was in order, creating an atmosphere to allow you to truly enjoy your meal. It is essential that nothing is out of place just to ensure that there are no distractions. When things feel right, the perfect playlist fills the airwaves as you begin to prep the rest of the meal, everything needs to be done ahead of time to make sure all cooking times are precise and all components of the meal are ready to plate at the same time.

The vegetables are cut and ready to be put on the barbecue, the salad awaits its dressing, and the barbecue is warming. This is when things start to change for the worse, the doorbell rings. You don't have time to visit with guests, nor do you have enough food to invite them to stay, the only option is forcing them to go. The mistake has already been made though, the moment you put down the tongs and move toward the door, you have gone too far, past the point of no return so to speak. The door opens and before waiting to hear if they are welcome, your new guest steps into the house. They don't bother with formal greetings, they simply sit down and start introducing themselves. No concern for what you were previously doing, or what plans you may have for the balance of the evening. They make themselves at home and spread out, not realizing that their comfort directly diminishes your own.
You entertain your guest, let them feel welcome for a moment but knowing they can't stay. You decide the best option is to start serving cocktails, hoping maybe their stomach will become upset and they will leave on their own. When this doesn't work, the radio gets turned up a little louder in an effort to to make their stay less enjoyable, you want to disrupt their stay. In order to be effective. You must turn up the radio so that it becomes uncomfortable, even for yourself. Your entire body aches, nothing seems better than your bed. But, your memory and thoughts of the food you have waiting keep you on track, keep you fighting and pushing, pushing your guest out the door. Then, just when you think you could not possibly survive another minute of the throbbing, your guest realizes you're a hard sell. They pack up their belongings, gather their coat and their shoes and they are off, they're gone.
As quickly as the guest arrived, they have departed. Leaving nothing but a sour taste from the cocktails and a throbbing headache from the radio. You're ready though, the food has been waiting, it hasn't spoiled the wait has made the flavours stronger.
The food goes onto the barbecue and it cooks. While it does, you laugh and share stories of your odd guest with your loved ones. Your resilience has made you stronger, the experience has brought you closer, you are ready for an even more intimate evening  with your family after the intrusion of the unwanted guest.
The timer goes off, the propane is shut down. The meat is cut, the veggies are spread, and the food is ready to be plated. The family has sat down and they are ready for the meal and what lies ahead.
The first bite is glorious, everything you expected it to be and more. The long wait makes you appreciate everything more. You learn to savour every bite.
It's time for dessert, as you get up to retrieve it, the doorbell rings, you walk to the door, open it with a smile, basking in the light of the time you have spent with your loved ones. As the door opens, you see the familiar shadow. The guest has returned, they forgot something. It doesn't matter what, they are already in your home. The smells that fill the house have intrigued them, they want a taste of what you have. Demand that you share your spoils with them. You give, and you give, and you give, but nothing seems to appease your guest's appetite. They will take everything you have. Exhausted, you take a nap, you promise yourself it won't be long but you know when you wake the guest will be gone and all will be right. As you sleep, your loved ones thank you for trying your best to oust that unwelcome guest. They tuck you in, tell you they love you. Promise they will see you in the morning.
Your morning doesn't come though. But their's does, the morning comes, it is darker than usual, there is a mess to clean up. But it's ok, the meal was worth it, they are happy to wash every dish, clean up every crumb. They will spend the following days talking about that ungrateful guest, talk about the struggle of getting the guest to leave. But, those conversations will end. As the days fade into weeks, and weeks into months, then into years, the conversation will change. It will no longer be about the guest, but rather the meal, the meal they were so happy to eat, they will talk about its preparation and what it meant. They will remember the chef, the time, the care, and the patience that went into that evening and many more before it. They will be thankful for that night, they know they were part of something special and lucky to know such a chef, who even at their worst, was a gracious host.

title: Cancer, an unwelcome houseguest.

question: Summarize what happens when the host turns up the radio.

answer: The host turns up the radio to get the houseguest (cancer) to leave. This is a metaphor for "radiation" or chemotherapy. It also becomes uncomfortable for the host when they turn up the radio. This is a metaphor for the painful side-effects of chemotherapy. In the story, the side-effects are described as a "headache."

question: What happens the morning after the meal?

answer: The host does not wake up. But their loved ones do. This is a metaphor for the death of the cancer patient. The guests first talk about how awful the cancer was, but over the years it shifts to appreciation of the person who had the cancer. This is expressed in the metaphor of the story by how much the guests enjoyed their meal.

question: What is the condition of the main character at the start of the story?

answer: The main character is at their happiest moment. Their life is exactly as it should be. The story describes a meal they have been planning for the whole day. It discusses the amount of care and effort the main character has put into preparing this meal. This is foreshadowing of how later cancer will ruin even the most perfect life.

question: What is the first thing the protagonist tries to do to get the cancer to leave?

answer: The protagonist tries to serve cocktails. The goal is to make their guest's stomach upset. This is a metaphor for drugs. The cocktails leave a sour taste in the host's mouth, a metaphor for the side effects cancer treatment drugs, other than chemo, have.


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_I personally really like this little series going on. Without a general plot, it gives little snippets of life and events after the movie ended and gives a warm welcoming feeling!_
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Following iPoke’s AOTD feature, IPOKE also does comic! This little comics series features little snippet of life in the ZPD, moments after the ending of Zootopia. Some of its dialogue covers pretty mature topics with a little slice-of-life, while making it natural sounding and in character. Kudo’s to iPoke for the exceptional writing!

There are currently four comics from iPoke which have this general theme, however; the series itself hasn’t been updated for over two years due to iPoke’s inactivity. But we hope to see an update in the near future!

Check out the four comics right after the break!

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question: What does the narrator like about the iPoke series?

answer: He or she likes its natural and mature dialogue.

question: How long has it been since iPoke updated its series?

answer: Over two years.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator loves the iPoke series for the little snippets its work contains. The narrator also loves the mature themes and the naturalness of the dialogue employed.


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The 1914 CHATTANOOGA MOCCASINS FOOTBALL TEAM, located in the American city of Chattanooga, Tennessee, represented the University of Chattanooga during the 1914 college football season. It was the football program's seventh year of intercollegiate college football. The team was part of the Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Association and completed its nine-game schedule with a record of 5–4.[1]

Schedule

  Date           Opponent             Site                Result
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  September 28   Dayton High School   Dayton, Tn          W 7–6
  October 4      Mercer               Macon, Ga           W 16–0
  October 10     Maryville            Chamberlain Field   W 37–7
  October 17     Sewanee              Sewanee, Tn         L 3–46
  October 24     Howard               Chamberlain Field   W 14–0
  October 31     Tennessee            Knoxville, TN       L 0–67
  November 7     Transylvania         Lexington, Ky       L 7–26
  November 13    Alabama              Tuscaloosa, Al      L 0–63
  November 16    Cumberland           Chamberlain Field   W 61–7

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title: 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins football team

question: What state is Chattanooga in?

answer: Chattanooga is in the state of Tennessee.

question: What association were the 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins a part of?

answer: The 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins were a part of the Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Association.

question: At the end of the nine game schedule, how many games had the 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins won?

answer: The 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins won five games at the end of the nine game schedule.

question: When did the 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins play Alabama?

answer: The 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins played Alabama on November 13.

question: Did the 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins win against Maryville?

answer: Yes, the 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins won against Maryville.

question: What was the final score when the 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins played against Transylvania?

answer: The final score in the 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins vs Transylvania game was 7-26.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The 1914 Chattanooga Moccasins competed in the Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Association. They ended their nine game schedule winning five out of nine games. Included are the specifics for each game against every opponent.