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	Cameron Stiles sat in his foxhole staring off in the direction of the enemy lines.  You never could really know where the bastards were in the God forsaken jungle.  Cameron was 19 years old, short, wiry, with a shock of bright red hair.  Fresh out of Light Infantry school, Cameron had only joined the Legion 15 months ago.  He'd thought Legion Basic and LI school had been hell.  Before that, he believed hell was some kind of fiery pit the dead went to when they finally departed the living.  Now he knew he'd been wrong on both counts.  Now he knew that hell was actually a jungle paradise called Cyradon.
	As he sat contemplating the path that had brought him into this living nightmare, it started raining.  The Cyradonians loved to use the cover of the rain to sneak up on you in your foxhole.  He checked the chamber of his MK33 rifle.  There was the dull flash of lead.  Good.  Ready to shoot; ready to kill.  Again.  When Cameron arrived at LI school after Legion Basic, he'd been slotted to be a rifleman.  All the time he'd spent in outdoors hunting gave him an edge over his classmates though, and by the end of the cycle he'd earned a spot as a squad designated marksman.  This meant he'd been issued to carry a MK33 instead of the standard issue MK32 carbine.  Thirty-nine and a half inches long, and 11.7 pounds it was a monster of a weapon.  A bullpup assault rifle with a 36 inch barrel and chambered in 7.62×54mm, it was accurate out to 1200 meters.  Cameron had tested that fact on multiple occasions.  Three months in theater and he already had 49 confirmed kills.  They'd be sending him to Sniper School at this rate
	He steadied his rifle on the edge of his foxhole, and began scanning his sector.  Staff Sergeant Connor had begun posting Cameron far ahead of the rest of the squad as a picket.  All that time hunting had sharpened his field craft as well as his marksmanship skills.  The Cyradonians had not been able to ambush the squad in over a week.
	Cameron froze as he heard a rustle in the brush ahead of him.  He quickly pressed his eye to rifle's scope, ready to shoot.  A baby jungle cat rushed out of the brush chasing some kind of invisible prey.  Or running from something... Only two things could scare a jungle cat, even a baby one.  Fire... or a snake.  Cameron shivered, but kept his weapon steady.  Snakes scared the shit out of him.  Because on Cyradon, a snake wasn't just a snake.  Two hundred feet long, 30 feet in diameter, and 40 tons of pure hunger and predatory instinct.  The snakes were the reason the Cyradonians built their cities in the treetops, 300 feet above the jungle floor.  At least the snakes weren't venomous.  Then again, they didn't need to be.  All of the fighting and killing and warm human bodies seemed to put them into a feeding frenzy.  They were a bitch to kill too.  Without anti-tank rockets or a lot of bravery, insanity or stupidity, and even more incendiary grenades it was impossible to do.  The one time Cameron had seen it done another Legionaire had jumped in the snake's open mouth and thrown six incendiaries down it's throat.  Neither combatant had survived the encounter.
	Cameron saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, off to his left.  He swung in that direction, focusing his crosshairs on the source of the disturbance.  The camouflaged face of a man pushed slowly out of the underbrush.  His eyes widened when he saw Cameron.  Cameron's eyes widened as well, even has he pulled the trigger.  The rifle cracked loudly and the man's face disappeared in a fine mist of blood, brains, and bone fragments.  The world went silent for a moment.  Even the rain seemed to be holding it's breath.  Then everything erupted in a storm of fire and death.
	Cameron ducked as little lead hornets rushed over his head, hunting for him.  Gunfire began rattling behind him as well as first his squad then, gradually, the rest of his platoon began returning fire.  Cameron poked his head up over the top of his foxhole, confident now that the enemy didn't know his position, was just firing blindly hoping to kill something.  Cameron began targeting the muzzle flashes.  Inhale, squeeze, exhale.  Inhale, squeeze, exhale.  Every time he squeezed the trigger, another muzzle would stop flashing.  Sometimes, the man behind the muzzle would begin firing again.  Other times, he wouldn't.  Cameron didn't even feel the sick to his stomach feeling be bad anymore.  It was just a part of him, like his hand or leg.  It had been that way since his first kill.  It had filled him then, threatened to overwhelm him.  Now, he never noticed it, even though it was always present.
	Slowly, the firing slackened.  The unspoken rule on Cyradon was that a firefight never lasted longer than exactly three minutes and seventeen seconds.  Any longer than that and the snakes began to take notice.  No one on either side wanted that kind of attention.  Finally, the shooting stopped entirely, like a fire starved of oxygen.  The world returned to a serene silence, blissfully unaware of the death and tragedy that had just taken place on the surface of it's skin.
	Cameron could see his fellow Legionaires beginning to stir, to come out from their hidden lairs.  They came out to count the enemy fallen for the inevitable countless reports that must be written, to salvage what equipment they could from the enemy, and to satisfy that morbid curiosity every soldier has about his enemy.  SSG Connor came crawling up to Cameron's position for a report.  After he finished explaining exactly what had happened, Cameron left his foxhole.  He'd never felt that strange curiosity before, but now it burned like a fire.  Never before had any man, or beast, noticed Cameron's presence if he didn't wish them too.  Yet that first man had not only known he was there, but had spotted him immediately.
	Cameron crawled out to where his body lay.  It was impossible to tell how old he was.  His face was ruined, with only his forehead, left cheek and part of his jaw intact.  Cameron looked at what used to be the man's face dispassionately.  Men's faces always looked like that after catching a 7.62×54mm round from only 50 meters away.  The rest of his body told Cameron little as well.  He was tall and lanky, 6' 4”, and maybe 156 pounds.  The uniform showed signs of hard use, but held no insignia to indicate the man was anything other than an ordinary infantryman.  Caught by an irresistible urge, Cameron checked the man's chest pockets.  In the left pocket, he found an ID card.  Aware that he had been out of cover for too long, Cameron began crawling back to his hole.  As he crawled, Cameron realized it had stopped raining.  Oh well.  It would start raining again soon enough.
	When he got back to his hole, he began examining the ID.  The man was Miles Sullivan, private attached to the 2nd Rifles Regiment.  Regular infantry grunts then.  The poor bastards had never stood a chance.  Cameron continued perusing the card.  Dark brown hair, blue eyes, 6' 4”, 156 pounds.  Cameron smiled, proud of his estimations.  He flipped the card over and froze.  Couldn't believe what he was seeing.  Looked again.  Nothing had changed.  Date of birth, March 17, 2143.  Next to the date was a full color picture.  A picture of a boy with a tangle of dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and permanent dimples as if normally he couldn't stop smiling, with baby fat still on his cheeks.  2143.  The boy wasn't a man at all, was only 17 years old.  As Cameron stared in shocked disbelief at the card, the rain started falling again.
	A few meters away, SSG Connor lay watching the scene.  SSG Connor was a 10 year veteran of the Imperial Legion, had attended both LI and Marine Legion schools.  He had almost six years of combat time.  He was also a good judge of men.  He could see how the rest of his squad, even the older men, respected PFC Cameron Stiles.  He knew they all looked up to PFC Cameron Stiles for his calm demeanor, even when under fire.  That was why he was glad it started raining again.  Because it wouldn't do for the rest of his squad to see what he had just seen.  It wouldn't do for the rest of the squad to see PFC Cameron Stiles crying.

title: A short war story. I haven't actually given it a name yet. 1457 words.

question: Why is Cameron shocked?

answer: He shot a soldier her perceived to be a man but who was really a boy.

question: Why would Cameron be very sad about this if the man was the enemy?

answer: Cameron is not much older than the boy he had just killed.

question: Which two things can scare a jungle cat?

answer: A snake and a fire.

question: What have the snakes taken to doing?

answer: Feeding rampantly.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Cameron is a young soldier and a skilled marksman. He's in the jungle when something spooks the big cats, drawing Cameron's attention. He spies the form of an enemy soldier, aims, and kills the man. Curious, Cameron walks up and checks the soldier's identity, and is shocked to learn from his ID that the man was a boy of 17 years. A commanding officer secretly sees Cameron's crying.


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The ABORIGINAL HEALING FOUNDATION was established in 1998 as an Indigenous managed, non-profit corporation dedicated to responding to the legacy of residential schools in Canada and the associated community health impacts. Funding for the Aboriginal Healing Foundation ceased in 2014.[1]

History

The Aboriginal Healing Foundation was created on March 30, 1998. It was established following consultations with residential school survivors, the Assembly of First Nations, the Inuit Tapirisat of Canada, the Congress of Aboriginal Peoples, the Métis National Council, and the Native Women's Association of Canada.[2] The mission of the Aboriginal Healing Foundation was to foster sustainable healing strategies in Indigenous communities in Canada that begin to address the impacts of the residential school system.[3] The Foundation was initially provided with $350 million of funding from the Canadian government to care out this work with residential school survivors and Indigenous communities across Canada.[4] The Foundation was designed as an organization to be responsible for the management of the Canada government's healing strategy related to residential schools. This strategy was part of the “Gathering Strength, Canada's Aboriginal Action Plan” established by the federal government on January 7, 1998.[5] The original mandate of the Foundation was set to end on March 31, 2009.[6]

The first chair of the Foundation was Georges Erasmus.[7] The original board of directors was composed of 17 people, including Garnet Angeconeb, Charlene Belleau, Jerome Berthelette, Paul Chartrand, Angus Cockney, Ken Courchene, Wendy John, Richard Kistabish, Cerrielynn Lamouche, Ann Meekitjuk-Hanson, Teressa Nahanee, Dorris Peters, Viola Robinson, Grant Severight, Cindy Swanson, and Charles Weaselhead.[8]

In 2005 the Aboriginal Healing Foundation was granted an additional $40 million through the 2005 federal budget.[9]

The Indian Residential Schools Settlement Agreement of 2007 resulted in an additional $125 million of funding for the Healing Foundation and a prolonged mandate for the organization.[10] Part of this funding was through the federal government. Additionally under the settlement agreement the 50 Roman Catholic Church entities associated with the settlement agreement were required to pay $29 million to the Aboriginal Healing Foundation which would be used for community healing programs.[11] There has been debate about the Church's obligations to pay this amount and in 2013 the Canadian government pursued legal action for $1.6 million that the Catholic entities had not paid the Foundation.[12][13]

Throughout its operation the Foundation received $515 million from the Government of Canada. The Foundation also generated $537,146,681 in interest on this funding which was further used to fund community projects.[14] In 2010 funding for the Aboriginal Healing Foundation was cut by Stephen Harper's conservative government.[15] This cut in funding resulted in the closure of the Foundation in 2014.[16][17] It also resulted in the discontinuation of funding to many community based healing initiatives and the closure of many healing programs regionally in Canada.[18][19] Following the closure of the Aboriginal Healing Foundation its research library, records, and archives were donated to the Shingwauk Residential Schools Centre at Algoma University.[20]

Funded Community Projects

The first funding cycle of the Foundation operated in the form of a call for proposals that was sent out on December 3, 1998.[21] The call was open to communities and survivor groups and focused on three thematic areas of programming: 1) Developing and Enhancing Aboriginal Capacity and Community Therapeutic Healing; 2) Healing Centers; 3) Restoring Balance, Honour, and History. This first batch of funding resulted in $19.4 million being awarded to projects across Canada.[22] Funded community groups included:[23][24][25]

Funding Evaluation

During its operation the Aboriginal Healing Foundation funded over 1,500 community based healing initiatives.[26] The Foundation was subject to government funding audits and the Foundation also conducted community based program evaluations of the initiatives which received funding.[27][28] The 2009 Indian and Northern Affairs Canada (INAC) evaluation of the Foundation programming reviewed the administration files of Foundation funded projects; conducted staff and subject expert interviews; and conducted community case studies which included interviews with healing project participants.[29][30] The evaluation found the Foundation had been very successful in administering funding and contributing to community healing but that there was still much ongoing work in communities to be done. INAC also indicated that there was a strong need for community based healing initiatives to continue and recommended continued funding of the Foundation.[31]

Research Mandate

In addition to funding community based healing initiatives the Aboriginal Healing Foundation had a research mandate that was dedicated to creating a knowledge base relating to the long term community and health impacts of residential schools.[32] This research mandate was outlined in the 1998 agreement that the Foundation signed with the Government of Canada and resulted in the Foundation seeking out researchers, scholars, and authors to write publications on residential schools, reconciliation, health, and other issues.[33]

The first research director of the Aboriginal Healing Foundation was Gail Guthrie Valaskakis (2000-2007).[34] Following the death of Valaskakis in 2007, Jonathan Dewar served as research director from 2007 to 2012.[35] As a result of the work of research branch of the organization published numerous books, including:

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title: Aboriginal Healing Foundation

question: When was the foundation established?

answer: March 30, 1998

question: When did funding for the foundation cease?

answer: 2014

question: Why did funding for the foundation cease?

answer: In 2010, the funding was cut by Stephen Harper's conservative government, which led to the closure in 2014

question: What happened to the foundation's research library following its closure?

answer: It was donated to the Shingwauk Residential Schools Centre at Algoma University

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The Aboriginal Healing Foundation was a Canadian organization established in 1998 in order to respond to the legacy of residential schools and the associated community health impacts. During its operation, the foundation funded over 1,500 community based healing initiatives, but it was ultimately closed in 2014.


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_UPDATED 1:30 P.M. MARCH 17 to reflect grand jury indictment. _

[Zuzu Renee Verk]
Zuzu Renee Verk
[Robert Fabian (Alpine Police Department)]
Robert Fabian (Alpine Police Department)
Zuzu Renee Verk's boyfriend has been indicted by a Brewster County grand jury on a charge of first-degree murder a month after authorities found her remains in a shallow grave near where the 22-year-old North Texas woman disappeared months ago, Alpine police said Friday.

Bail has been set at $750,000 for Robert Fabian. He was arrested Feb. 4 on a warrant for tampering with or fabricating physical evidence by concealing a human corpse, Alpine police said.

He bought plastic painters drop cloths, like the ones the body was wrapped in, the night she went missing in October, according to an arrest warrant affidavit.

Fabian was named a suspect two weeks after Verk's disappearance

A judge met with Robert Fabian at the Brewster County Jail Feb. 6 for his arraignment, KOSA-TV in Odessa reported. If Fabian is able to post bond, he will have to surrender his passport.

Meanwhile, the remains were transported Sunday afternoon to the University of Texas, where authorities later confirmed that the remains were those of Verk.

"Thank God," Verk's mother, Lori Verk, said after the grave was found Friday. "Thank God. Let it be over."

Verk's family was escorted Saturday evening to the site where the remains were found. Meanwhile, police began searching Fabian's family home, WFAA-TV (Channel 8) reported.

The remains have features that are consistent with the 22-year-old, Alpine police told KOSA on Saturday.

Verk's family issued a statement Sunday thanking family, friends and the community for their support during the months-long search, KWES-TV in Midland reported.

"As our family awaits the likely news that our worst fears have been realized, our sorrow has grown alongside a sense of relief from the constant state of not knowing," wrote her father, Glenn Verk. "Zuzu has been a bright light in our lives. It has been our greatest challenge to go forward these last months without her joyous laugh, fierce idealism and heart-melting smile, knowing we may all never have them again."

The statement concluded: "As we carry on, we look forward to the day we witness justice delivered for Zuzu."

A Border Patrol agent stumbled upon the grave while servicing equipment and called the Brewster County Sheriff's Office about 10 a.m. Friday, the sheriff's office said. The remains were found just northwest of Alpine, where Verk was last seen in October.

Brewster County Sheriff Ronny Dodson said law enforcement personnel on foot searched the brushy area Saturday in hopes of recovering additional evidence.

An attorney for Fabian didn't return messages for comment Saturday.

A prosecutor from the state attorney general's office is handling the case, according to Dodson, because the district attorney in office at the time of Verk's disappearance finished his term at the end of 2016.

[A leaflet taped to the window of this business in Alpine gives a full description of Zuzu Verk, a Sul Ross University junior who was last seen Oct. 12. (Robert W. Hart/Special Contributor) ]

1/7A leaflet taped to the window of this business in Alpine gives a full description of Zuzu Verk, a Sul Ross University junior who was last seen Oct. 12. (Robert W. Hart/Special Contributor)

Verk graduated from Timber Creek High School in Keller and studied conservation biology at Sul Ross State University in Alpine.

Lori Verk has said that her daughter and Fabian went to the movies with friends on Oct. 11. Zuzu didn't show up for work or an exam the next day.

Fabian chose not to speak to a grand jury about Verk's disappearance in December, when he was questioned about his side of the story.

Earlier in the investigation, he told police that Verk left his home about 3 a.m. Oct. 12, _The Washington Post_ reported. Neighbors told police they heard the couple arguing the night of Oct. 11, but Fabian denied that when he spoke to Lori Verk days later, the family said.

Fabian's downstairs neighbor John Franco told KOSA that the couple made dinner about 9 or 10 p.m. Oct. 11.

"You could smell their food, and you can hear their conversation and then laugh a little bit," he said. "Then, it got quiet like after 11 p.m."

Soon after, Franco and his girlfriend heard "shut the [expletive] up" and then nothing else.

The couple fought often, he said, but that night Fabian kept pacing across the apartment. Then, Franco's girlfriend heard a loud thump just before 3 a.m., he told the station.

"She wanted me to go check, so I went to go check, and it was just Robert," Franco said.

He said he saw Fabian get into his car alone and that Verk's car was parked outside until Oct. 14.

Among the people of interest identified in the case is Fabian's friend Chris Estrada.

Estrada was arrested and charged with driving while intoxicated and evading arrest on Jan. 22. Alpine police said he led officers on a short chase after running a stop sign in his Ford Mustang, which was previously seized as part of the investigation.

Alpine police are assisting the Brewster County Sheriff's Office with collecting evidence. Forensic teams from San Angelo and El Paso also helped with the investigation.

Verk's parents moved to Alpine to search for their daughter full time, _The Washington Post_ reported. Her mother said many people knew the 22-year-old because of her conservation work and her job at Dollar General.

"She reflects who this community is," she said. "She's kind of quirky and artsy and a lover of the outdoors. She's become an unofficial daughter to this community and this university."

_Staff writers Claire Ballor and Tom Steele, and The Associated Press contributed to this report._

question: What happened to Zuzu?

answer: She was murdered

question: How many police agencies are involved in the investigation?

answer: Alpine police, Brewster County Sheriff's Office, and forensic teams from San Angelo and El Paso.

question: Why is a prosecutor from the state attorney general's office handling the case?

answer: Because the district attorney in office at the time of Verk's disappearance finished his term at the end of 2016.

question: Who is Chris Estrada?

answer: A person of interest, Fabian's friend.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Zuzu Renee Verk's boyfriend has been indicted by a Brewster County grand jury on a charge of first-degree murder a month after authorities found her remains in a shallow grave. The family had been searching for her for months. Robert Fabian, her boyfriend, reportedly bought plastic painters drop cloths, the ones her body was wrapped in, the night she went missing. Several police agencies are helping in the investigation.


text:
The grief of war

My palms are sweating like there was no tomorrow but that was it, there could be no tomorrow for me, this could be the end, my love back home, gone. My family mourning me and the fact everything and everyone I’ve ever loved, gone. My heart starts to beat a thousand times per minute and my thoughts run left to right confusing me at every turn. My mind running wild. The gun fire becomes a shallow hum in the midst of my thoughts then a loud shout breaks them “grab your rifle son, you’re gonna need it!” it was the sergeant major screaming at me. Then the once shallow hum of gun fire became a loud roar of endlessness and screams from those injured.
I reach out to grab my rifle, quivering as I do. Then a firm hand rests on my shoulder I turn my head it is John. I had met John during training, he was a “lost soul” before the army, he used to tell me of how he used to steal cars and redo them and sell them on and how he wasn’t afraid of being shot,  see he’d been shot twice before, once in the left leg and once in the chest and when I asked him how he said “ Well jerry, when you steal from the American mafia you leave with battle scars,” I always wondered how someone could be so careless of anything. He pulls me to my feet and says” Come on jerry, we’re about to charge the Japs,” I just laughed at how casual he was about this but I grabbed my rifle by the stock and held it tight.
Me, john and the rest of the platoon turn to face the sergeant, Alright boys, I’ve just had confirmation that we will be the platoon leading the charge against the Japanese,” My heart sinks beneath my feet and my breath becomes quick gasps for air, my face runs pale then I look across at john and his face lights up with glee along with the others in the platoon. I’m stunned, stunned beyond belief. I shouldn’t be here, and I’m not ready for this, these men they want war, want it more than me, they crave war where as I hid from it all. I can’t do this. I lean over to grab my helmet, trembling with fear as I do. I put it on my head and tighten the strap and think to myself “this is the end.”
“Before you head out you might want to write a note and keep it on your person, this could be it!” the sergeant shouts over the gun fire of the Japs spraying at our temporary trench line. I grab a pen and paper from my front pocket and start writing. To my dearest…. I  shake with fear but I’m determined to finish. “Jerry, we’re heading over!” yells the sergeant. I knew deep down that we wouldn’t be coming home and this was a last ditch attempt for us to take over the island. “But I was going to fight till my last breath,” I told myself.
I raise my head above the trench to scout out what lay ahead, fifty or more japs all committed to their cause “ protect our land, serve our emperor” and they were not about to let us walk right over them. I grip my rifle tight along with the others and we shout in unison “charge!” I leap over the trench screaming at the top of my lungs, I fire at will, forgetting to aim accurately and shooting wildly then something happened, it wasn’t pain nor fear but a euphoric feeling, like nothing mattered anymore, the sound of gun fire became a distant hum. I look across to john running across in the distance then suddenly he falls to his knees and places his hand to his heart and falls flat on the cold hard ground, the sergeant and the others lie lifeless on the ground or are screaming in pain from their injuries. A lone tear runs down my cheek and falls to the ground dragging my vision to my stomach, my uniform is stained bright red then my knees buckle and I drop down to the ground, I grip my stomach tight but I knew this was the end. I reach into my front pocket of my vest and grab my letter griping it ever so tightly but it made me feel safe just knowing that even though I’m gone my family and my wife would be safe. My eyes close then nothing.

Two weeks following the events:
“Mails here!” the mail man yells out “I’m coming, I’m coming Mary yells back. She opens the door and the he hands her a letter “must be important, it’s got an army stamp,” she closes the door and reads the front of the letter “to Mary – Anne jones, U.S army, “ her eyes fill with tears and she begins to tremble with what she knows is inside, the letter revealing the death of her husband. Whilst shaking, she tears open the letter and begins to read.
“We regret to inform you of your loss, first class private Jeromy jones has been killed in battle, he fought valiantly and died for his country,” three tears roll softly from her cheek and her head dips in sadness but the letter goes on say “He was found with a letter addressed to a Mrs Mary – Anne jones,” she reached in to the letter and grabbed a piece of parchment which had been tattered and ripped along the edges but the words were still readable. They wrote,
“To my dearest love,
This will be the last letter I write to you it’s not long because soon after I write this my battalion will be leading the charge against the Japanese. I’ve got low hope I’ll survive but this doesn’t matter now, the fact that does is that you will be safe. I will miss you and our love will be forever, whether I’m there or not.
Love jerry,”
In a brief moment of realisation she then drops the letter and breaks down on her knees and as she began to scream no sound came out, not a hint of noise nor break in the wind she just knelt there mouth wide open, screaming in silence, consumed, in the grief of war.

title: the grief of war

question: What does the story say about why Jerry is scared?

answer: It is the war, and Jerry is afraid he will not survive it. His battalion is leading the charge against the Japanese, and Jerry has low hope he will survive. He sees his friend Jonh, the sergeant, and others killed in the battle.

question: What does the story say about John?

answer: Jerry met John during training. Before the army, John used to steal cars and redo them and sell them on and how he wasn’t afraid of being shot. During a battle, Jerry sees John's face lights up with glee along with the others in the platoon. Jerry is stunned because realizes that John and the others want war. John is killed in the battle.

question: What does the story say about who wins the war?


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The New York City Police Department (NYPD) is being sued by a woman who says that officers violated her civil rights when they pepper-sprayed her entire family — including a 2-year-old child and a 5-month-old baby.

In the lawsuit obtained by Courthouse News Service on Monday, Marilyn Taylor accuses Officers Maripily Clase, Suranjit Dey and Jermaine Hodge overacting when they saw her pushing the stroller through a service entrance instead of going through the subway turnstile.

According to the complaint, officers told her 4-year-old child that “everything will be OK,” but then began pepper-spraying the entire family.

“The pepper-spray caused the children to scream out and choked the two-year old, who went into fits of vomiting,” the lawsuit says. “Ms. Taylor was then placed in handcuffs as the minor children cried in fear and pain.”

The next day, the court agreed give Taylor an adjournment in contemplation of a dismissal, allowing the charges to be dropped if she stayed out of trouble.

But things did not turn out as well for the children, who she said continue to need medical attention because of the pepper spray.

“After the attack, mother and father suffered ongoing eye injuries and all three children suffer emotional harms, and are now afraid to ride the subways and become afraid when they see police officers,” the lawsuit notes. “The four year-old cried herself to sleep for weeks, and after the incident the two-year-old began waking up in the night crying for her mother.”

Taylor also claimed that her family has continued to be harassed by officers since the incident, “forcing them to avoid the MTA through the Atlantic Avenue stop.”

“The family seeks punitive damages for civil rights violations, assault, battery, negligence, and violations to the state and federal constitutions,” Courthouse News Service reported.

Report typos and corrections to: corre[email protected].

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question: Why did NYPD officers pepper-spray the woman's family?

answer: The woman said the officers saw her pushing the stroller through a service entrance instead of going through the subway turnstile, and they overacted.

question: Did the woman win the lawsuit?

answer: At the time of the article, it was still ongoing.

question: What is MTA?

answer: Perhaps Metropolitan Transportation Authority.

question: What happened to kids that were pepper-sprayed?

answer: They were traumatized and were now afraid of police officers and riding the subways.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: A woman sued three NYPD officers who pepper-sprayed her family, which included three children. The officers allegedly overacted when they saw the woman pushing the stroller through a service entrance instead of going through the subway turnstile.


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Someone posted a picture of they keyboard a few weeks ago and I saw these keycaps:

It was a group buy from a different site from almost a year ago. Is it even possible for Massdrop to jump on this and get a drop to happen or what are the steps I can take to make this happen?
Update 1:
 I have been trying to contact the original makers for this set. This set was made for family and friends of Camp China so they are not looking to do a rerun of the keycaps. Looks like the original designer is no longer in contact with anyone from geekhack. This make it difficult to determine whether or not we can create a group buy for this. It is very easy to reproduce the set but for obvious reason and out of respect, I do not want to copy the set and make a rerun. I will do some research and may consider running this in a different profile.
Update 2:
GREAT NEWS! Kono store is doing a CMK version of the Camping set! See the comment I posted below for details. PS: I have absolutely no affiliation with Kono Store/ https://kono.store/products/gmk-camping

question: What is Massdrop?

answer: The information isn't here.

question: For whom was this set made?

answer: It was made for the family and friends of Camp China.

question: What is this text about?

answer: It's about a keyboard.

question: Does the author have any affiliation with the Kono store?

answer: No, they do not.


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MYKHAYLO FOMENKO (; born 19 September 1948) is a Ukrainian former association footballer and former head coach of the Ukraine national team.[1] As a player, he was capped 24 times for the Soviet Union,[2] and, as a head coach, became the second ever manager – after Oleh Blokhin – to take Ukraine to an international finals tournament, reaching UEFA Euro 2016.

Fomenko was famous for his coaching in Dynamo Kyiv, winning its first Ukrainian gold medals for the club, first Ukrainian Cup for the club and most notably, defeating Barcelona in the first leg of the Champions League tournament. Barcelona, under Johan Cruyff and with such star players as Ronald Koeman and Pep Guardiola, ended up to be finalist of that UEFA Champions League season.

Career

Playing

Fomenko was an integral part of Dynamo Kyiv's achievements in the 1970s at the club level, which included hoisting the 1975 Winners Cup and Super Cup.[3]

Coaching

After graduating the Higher School of Coaches in Moscow in 1979, Fomenko has coached numerous Ukrainian clubs, most notably Dynamo Kyiv. With Fomenko the club won its first Ukrainian gold medals, first Ukrainian Cup both in 1993 and most notably, beating Barcelona in the very first leg of the Champions League tournament. Barcelona ended up to be finalist of that 39th season of the UEFA Champions League. Before that success, in the end of 1989, he promoted Georgian club Guria Lanchkhuti to the Soviet Top league and in 2001 reached Ukrainian Cup final with CSKA Kyiv what is the best result in club's history.

On 26 December 2012, Fomenko was given a one-year contract – with a possible second-year extension – as head coach of Ukraine national team[4] after the Football Federation of Ukraine had failed to retain Harry Redknapp and Sven-Göran Eriksson for the role.[5] Fomenko coached Ukraine to six 2014 FIFA World Cup qualification wins, coming against Poland (twice), Moldova, Montenegro, San Marino and France, as well as one draw against England.

After placing second in their qualifying group, Ukraine was matched against France in the second round of UEFA qualifiers. Despite winning the first leg 2–0 at home, Ukraine fell 3–0 away to lose 3–2 on aggregate, thus failing to make the 2014 World Cup finals. Despite this, Fomenko indicated he would like to continue is his role and lead Ukraine in its UEFA Euro 2016 qualifying campaign, and on 6 February 2014, the Football Federation of Ukraine announced it had extended his contract until the end of 2015.[6]

Fomenko ultimately led Ukraine to successful qualification to the Euro 2016 finals in France after finishing in third place in its qualifying group, setting up a playoff matchup against Slovenia. Here, Ukraine won 3–1 on aggregate to ensure the nation's spot in France. Fomenko subsequently extended his contract to coach Ukraine up to Euro 2016 until 30 July 2016, though he was promised another extension should Ukraine perform well at Euro 2016. Ukraine, however, had a disastrous tournament, losing all three group stage matches, including a defeat against the then world champions Germany (0–2) and, most shockingly, a loss to Northern Ireland (0–2), which sent Ukraine to an early exit.

Honours

Player

Club

-   Soviet Top League (3): 1974, 1975, 1977
-   Soviet Cup (2): 1974, 1978
-   UEFA Cup Winners' Cup: 1975
-   UEFA Super Cup: 1975

International

-   UEFA European Championship

:* Runner-up: 1972

-   Olympic Games

:* Bronze: 1976

Manager

-   Ukrainian Top League: 1993
-   Ukrainian Cup

:* Winner: 1993

:* Runner-up: 2001

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  Ukraine   December 2012   present
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title: Mykhaylo Fomenko

question: Describe Mykhalo Fomenko's sports career.

answer: He was a Ukrainian association footballer. Eventually he became the head coach of the Ukraine national team. As a player he was capped 24 times for the Soviet Union, and as a head coach became the second ever manager to take Ukraine to an international finals tournament.

question: Describe the team Fomenko coached for.

answer: He coached Dynamo Kyiv, a team he started coaching in the 1970s. He won its first Ukrainian gold medals for the club. Notably, they defeated Barcelona in the first leg of the campions league tournament.

question: Describe Fomenko's coaching.

answer: Fomenko graduated from the Higher School of Coaches in Moscow in 1979. He coached numerous Ukrainian clubs. Dynamo Kyiv is the most famous. In 2012 he was given a contract as the head coach of the Ukrainian national team. He lead them to multiple victories.


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The CHURCH OF NOSSA SENHORA DOS MILAGRES () is an 18th-century church located in the civil parish of Lajedo in the municipality of Lajes das Flores, in the Portuguese island of Flores, in the archipelago of the Azores.

History

The construction of this parochial church was due to the contributions of José Francisco Mendonça in 1771.[1]

The initiative of constructing the church resulted in the 19 December 1823 creation of the parish of Lajedo, by royal charter of King D. John VI.[2] The new parish was delimited by the _Ribeira da Lapa_, Rebentão and Rocha Alta, and a rector assigned to the curia supported by four bushels and 51 alqueires of wheat, in addition to 8$000 réis, in addition to a stipend of one moio and 13$000 réis for hosts and wine, to be supplemented by the island treasury.[3]

Work on restoration to the church was begun in 1868 and concluded in 1876.[4] Its conclusion coincided with the pastoral visit of Bishop of Angra, D. João Maria Pereira de Amaral e Pimentel.[5] In order to accomplish this task, some of the church's gold decorations were sold in order to finance the plastering and construction of the retable.[6]

Architecture

The centrally located church is found in Campanário, situated on a level platform, forming a partially landscaped courtyard.[7] The rear of the churchyard is oriented to the rear of several homes, that show evidence of semi-circular and polygonal chimneys and ovens.[8]

It consists of a unique nave and narrower presbytery, with bell tower and sacristy.[9] The principal facade includes central door and two windows at the height of the high-choir. Between the two windows is a sculpted plaque:[10]

    _REEDIFICADA PELO / PADRE FRANCISCO / LUIZ DE FREITAS / HENRIQUES / ~1868~_
    _Reconstructed by / Father Francisco / Luiz de Freitas / Henriques / 1868_

The three sections have double lintel surmounted by cornice, and the facade is delimited by socle, with cornerstones and cornice that continue to the belltower and circle the building.[11] Over the cornice is a frontispiece that accompany the slope of the ceiling. The vertical apex of the frontispiece has a trapezoidal form, defined by two scrolls that support a horizontal section of cornice surmounted by cross with the initials _JHS_. In the tympanum is a circular oculus framing a 45º square (intersected by cornice) and flanked by two small squares.[12] Asymmetrical, the right part of the facade is surmounted by a pinnacle.[13] The rectangular bell tower, on the left part of the church is divided into two levels (both limited by stonework) by the continuation of the cornice from along the facade.[14] The taller lower leve has a window that illuminated the baptistery, while the upper register is decorated with cornice and topped by the archways of the belfry.[15] The tower is surmounted by an octagonal cupola (with cornices and decorative elements) in four sections decorated with pinnacle. Access to the tower is made from the high-choir along an exterior staircase to a door in the rear of the tower.[16]

The principal entrance is preceded by a protect windbreak of wood, over which is located the concave high-choir, with guardrails and balustrade of wood.[17] To the left of the entrance is a wood grade that provides access to the baptistry (the ground floor of the belltower). To the right of this doorway is a plaque with the inscription:[18]

    _HOMENAGEM / AO REVO. SR. PE. / JOSÉ FURTADO MOTA, / NO 50º ANIVERSÁRIO / DA SUA ENTRADA / NESTA PARÓQUIA EM 1909, / ONDE REALIZOU VÁRIOS E / IMPORTANTES MELHORAMENTOS_
    _Homage / to Reverend Sir Father / José Furtado Mota / on the 50th Anniversary / of his entry / to this parish in 1909 / where he realized various and / important improvements_

On each of the walls of the nave, in the centre, is a door to the exterior, flanked by two high windows.[19] Opposite the epistole between the last window and the triumphal arch, is a pulpit over stone and corbel.[20] The archway accesses the altar and chancel with complimentary doors and windows on each wall (one to the sacristy and one to the exterior), and the structure is flanked by two retables oriented on 45º angles.[21] At the end of altar is a retable that includes cartouche with a crown and the inscription:[22]

    _NOSSA SENHORA DOS MILAGRES_
    _Our Lady of Miracles_

The retables and pulpit guardrail are in painted Revivalist woodwork.[23] The frames of the interior sections, the triumphal arch, the pulpit and cornice are painted to imitate granite. The nav and presbytery have wooden ceilings painted to simulate a vaulted ceiling.[24]

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title: Church of Nossa Senhora dos Milagres (Lajedo)

question: When was the Church of Nossa Senhora dos Milagres built?

answer: In the 18th century

question: What is the significance of the Church of Nossa Senhora dos Milagres's name?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: Where is the Church of Nossa Senhora dos Milagres located?

answer: Lajes das Flores, in the Portuguese island of Flores, in the archipelago of the Azores

question: What religion is practiced in the Church of Nossa Senhora dos Milagres?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The Church of Nossa Senhora dos Milagres was built in the 18th century in the civil parish of Lajedo, located in the municipality of Lajes das Flores, in the Portuguese island of Flores, in the archipelago of the Azores. The construction was funded by the contributions of José Francisco Mendonça, and the initiative resulted in the creation of the parish of Lajedo. Restoration work began in 1868 and concluded in 1876. The article also describes the architecture of the church.


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[] Reverend Canon GIDEON BYAMUGISHA (born 1959) is an Anglican priest in Uganda with a parish outside of Kampala. In 1992, he became the first religious leader in Africa to publicly announce that he was HIV positive.[1][2] In 2009, Byamugisha received the 26th annual Niwano Peace Prize “in recognition of his work to uphold the dignity and human rights of people living with HIV/AIDS”.[3]

Byamugisha co-founded the African Network of Religious Leaders Living with and Personally Affected HIV and Aids (ANERELA+) in February 2002,[4] and in 2006 started a shelter for orphans of AIDS victims.[5] He lives with his wife and three HIV negative children.[6]

Early life

Byamugisha is from Kigezi, near the Ugandan border with Rwanda, the eldest of fourteen children. He was a history and geography teacher, as well as a deputy headmaster, before beginning his theology studies in his twenties. He was most interested in the philosophy of religion.

In 1990, Byamugisha's his first wife Kellen gave birth to his daughter, Patience, and both parents had been accepted to study at graduate programs in Britain. These plans changed when Kellen developed chest pains in April 1991, dying a week later. Six months later, Byamugisha learned that his wife had died of AIDS.[7]

Byamugisha does not know where he contracted the virus. He and his wife were not tested before their marriage, and in 1988 he had been in a serious bicycling accident which required injections and a blood transfusion at a time when medical supplies and blood were not routinely screened for HIV.[8]

Coping with HIV

Although there was a possibility that he would lose his job because of the stigma associated with AIDS, Byamugisha decided to tell the principal of the college he worked at and other staff members about his condition. Although they were supportive of him, they asked him not to tell others. He began telling his students, and then other members of his church. He considers this to have been a risky choice, as community members often worried that this would harm the image of the church.[9]

Byamugisha claims that he never felt guilty about his status. “The only regret I have is that I lacked information. I have all this education—two degrees, one first class—but I failed a HIV test.” However, in 1996 he fell ill and lost 40 pounds because he had no access to antiretroviral drugs (ARVs). Told that he would only live 6 months without ARVs, the bishop of Kampala used the church network to find two donors (an American and a Singaporean) who began sending him the drugs in 1997.[10]

ANERELA+

As he started to travel and speak about his condition, Byamugisha began encountering other religious leaders who were HIV infected, or personally affected by the death and illness of family members, but were not ready to publicly discuss their conditions. At the time, there was much misinformation about AIDS and HIV in Africa, and because of the promises and edicts from Christian, Muslim and Hindu groups on the continent, to have a religious leader infected or even affected personally was unthinkable.[11]

In 1998, Byamugisha began to feel the need to organise the religious community with personal ties to HIV/AIDS. In 2002, he secured funds to host a meeting of the religious leaders who had come to him privately in the past, and 42 leaders met with him in the Collins Hotel, in Nyanga Hills, some 300 km outside Harare. Eight of the participants were HIV+, and this group later became the African Network of Religious Leaders Living with and Personally Affected HIV and Aids (ANERELA+),[12] and grew to more than 2000 members in 39 countries by the end of 2006.[13]

Other HIV/AIDS advocacy

Byamugisha has become prominent in the international HIV/AIDS community. He has worked as an advisor to World Vision and has travelled internationally to speak about HIV/AIDS,[14] including to a conference at the US White House in December 2002.[15] Byamugisha advocates the view that HIV related issues reveal problems in other areas of society, such as poverty, literacy rates, social inequality, gender relations, trade, and government policy. Fixing these issues, he claims, will have a significant effect on the AIDS epidemic in Africa.[16]

Major issues Byamugisha sees in charity organisations include their insistence on policies that match the domestic agendas of donor agencies rather than accept the realities of society in Africa. While the Catholic Church and other religious communities had softened their stance on condom usage and AIDS education in Africa, organisations such as the President's Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief (PEPFAR), the biggest donor in Uganda, continued to insist on education about abstinence or delay of sexual debut for young people, and on fidelity or partner reduction for most adults, two interventions Byamugisha has been critical of as “stigmatizing” to those who cannot or will not abstain or be faithful to one partner. He also criticised PEPFAR's use of non-generic HIV drugs. In the first year of operation, PEPFAR insisted that only brand-name HIV drugs be used, though they are five times more expensive than the generic brands, and, Byamugisha pointed out, can only be used to treat five times fewer people. Byamugisha blamed the private agendas of the US pharmaceutical industry and the US evangelical Christian lobby for such policies which do not resonate with the realities of Africa.[17]

Byamugisha also collaborated in 2003 with photographer Gideon Mendel[18][19] on the book _A Broken Landscape: HIV & AIDS in Africa_.[20]

Family

Byamugisha lives with his HIV positive wife Pamela (who runs a hardware store), with one HIV negative daughter from his previous marriage, Patience, and two HIV negative daughters, Love and Gift, whom he had with Pamela. The couple decided to have Love and Gift after drugs to prevent transmission of the virus from mother to child became available in 2000.[21]

[1] HIV-positive religious leaders break their silence. Mg.co.za (17 March 2008). Retrieved on 26 November 2012.

[2] Canon Gideon Byamugisha – ICMDA Worldwide.

[3] Why the 26th Niwano Peace Prize is being awarded to The Reverend Canon Gideon Baguma Byamugisha. – Dr. Gunnar Stålsett, Chairman, Niwano Peace Prize Committee

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title: Gideon Byamugisha

question: What organization did Gideon Byamuguisha co-found?

answer: Byamugisha co-founded the African Network of Religious Leaders Living with and Personally Affected HIV and Aids.

question: Where and when was Byamugisha born?

answer: Byamugisha was born in 1959 in Kigezi, a town near the Ugandan border with Rwanda.

question: How did Byamugisha get HIV?

answer: Byamugisha does not know where he contracted the virus. He and his wife were not tested before getting married. In 1988, Byamugisha had been a serious accident that required blood transfusions, at a time when blood was not routinely screened for HIV.

question: What is ANERELA+?

answer: ANRELA+, or the African Network of Religious Leaders Living with and Personally Affected HIV and Aids.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Gideon Byamuguish is an Anglican priest from Uganda. In 1992, he became the first religious leader in Africa to publicly announce that he was HIV positive. He co-founded the African Network of Religious Leaders Living with and Personally Affected HIV and Aids, or ANRELA+.


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PIERCE BOSTON is a residential apartment and condo building located in the Fenway–Kenmore neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts (USA), at the corner of Boylston Street and Brookline Avenue. The 30-story mixed-use development includes luxury condo, apartment, and retail components. It is the tallest building in the neighborhood.[1]

Design

[Roof-top pool deck] The building was originally proposed by Samuels & Associates in 2013 as a 22-story residential tower called The Point.[2] It was the first Boston project by the Miami-based architecture firm Arquitectonica. The building is clad in glass and metal, with paneling in a pattern intended to reflect the masonry buildings around it.[3].

The building contains retail space (floors 1–2), 240 apartments (floors 3–17), and 109 condominiums (floors 19–29).[4] The 30th-floor level includes outdoor roof space, with a pool and hot tub for apartment and condo residents, a lounge and barbecue area for condo owners, and private roof decks for individual condos.[5][6]

The apartment levels include 45 short-term rentals managed by Sonder. The retail space is home to a CB2, Tiffani Faison's Italian concept restaurant Orfano, The Wine Press, and Nathalie Wine Bar.[7]

[1] Jack Newsham, “Signature Fenway Tower's Height Grows”, _The Boston Globe_, February 27, 2015 .

[2] Casey Ross, “Going Up; Plan for Boylston, Brookline Corner Would Be Latest Step in Fenway Redevelopment”, _The Boston Globe_, February 16, 2013 .

[3] “Arquitectonica Designs New Luxury Residential Tower for Boston”, ArchDaily, July 22, 2016.

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title: Pierce Boston

question: How tall is the building?

answer: 30 stories

question: What kind of building is it?

answer: A residential apartment and condo building

question: Where is the building?

answer: The Fenway-Kenmore neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts

question: How many apartments does the building contain?

answer: 240 apartments and 109 condominiums

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Pierce Boston is a 30-story tall apartment and condo building in Boston, Massachusetts.


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Alright, I've had these guys for about a week now, and these babies are bluetooth audio bliss for me. With their slightly meatier bass presence, very solid isolation, very solid separation for closed cans, and overall stellar clarity across the spectrum...these are without doubt a killer sounding set of headphones.

The earcups fit fully around both ears without issues, and isolate very very well.

The headband does apply some pressure to the top of the head which isn't the best, I wish the padding up top was a bit more forgiving.

The bluetooth connectivity has been the most solid of all the ones I've tested to date (B&W P5 Wireless, VModa Crossfade Wireless, M&D MW60). The AAC support paired with my Apple Music library goes together hand in hand. There is the slightest bit of latency perceptible while watching videos, but even for someone like me who LOATHES this, it is minor enough that it isn't a bother.

When two devices are connected at the same time, any competition to put sound out on the headphone essentially breaks the bluetooth connectivity. You'll end up not hearing either clearly and get tons of breakup. This can be an issue if you have your phone hooked up and are listening to music on your computer, for instance. The text sound will disrupt the stream from the computer and garble up the signal for a good 5 seconds before returning to function again. When devices are playing audio one at a time, all is well.

But the sound in these is just so great. The bass in them are just perfect to my ears. It presents all of the detail while giving you just enough of an "oomph" to let you feel it. It doesn't impede dramatically into the mids. It DOES impede slightly when the bass is going insane, but even in these instances it is fairly forgivable. The highs sound crisp and clear. A very clear cut example of a V-shaped sound signature, that I love dearly.

Battery life on them has been totally fine. I use them aggressively for 2 days and it makes it before I feel the need to recharge. I haven't had them die on me yet, but I do make sure I'm charging them almost daily.

The biggest cons I could really attribute to them is that they aren't very portable friendly (despite folding up, they still have a big footprint in your bag), the headband applies a little too much pressure to the head, and the dual device bluetooth connectivity has some wonks when there are competing sounds.

The biggest pros are the beautiful sound signature and detailing, the great isolation and the rock solid bluetooth connectivity.

Coming from a pair of custom in-ears (1964 Qi), I was worried I wouldn't get the intimacy and detail I'd been enjoying. I can safely say that the P7s hold their own in sound signature and quality, without the wires. In a fully quiet room, I dare say I prefer my P7s because of the better instrument separation and more full bodied bass impact.

Definitely a great choice, and my choice between all the bluetooth units I listed above for daily train commuting.

question: What has been audio bliss for the narrator?

answer: Their new bluetooth headphones.

question: What are the biggest cons to the headphones?

answer: They are not portable friendly, the headband applies a bit too much pressure, and the dual device connectivity has some wonks if there are competing sounds.

question: What are the biggest pros to the headphones?

answer: The sound signature and detailing, the great isolation and the rock solid bluetooth connectivity.

question: How is the bass in the bluetooth speakers to the narrator?

answer: Perfect to their ears.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator reviews a new set of bluetooth headphones, discussing how they are perfect for their ears, and describing the pros and cons of the model. They end by highly recommending them.


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Newswise — AMES, Iowa – New graphene printing technology can produce electronic circuits that are low-cost, flexible, highly conductive and water repellent.

The nanotechnology “would lend enormous value to self-cleaning wearable/washable electronics that are resistant to stains, or ice and biofilm formation,” according to a recent paper describing the discovery.

“We’re taking low-cost, inkjet-printed graphene and tuning it with a laser to make functional materials,” said Jonathan Claussen, an Iowa State University assistant professor of mechanical engineering, an associate of the U.S. Department of Energy’s Ames Laboratory and the corresponding author of the paper recently featured on the cover of the journal _Nanoscale_.

The paper describes how Claussen and the nanoengineers in his research group use inkjet printing technology to create electric circuits on flexible materials. In this case, the ink is flakes of graphene – the wonder material can be a great conductor of electricity and heat, plus it’s strong, stable and biocompatible.

The printed flakes, however, aren’t highly conductive and have to be processed to remove non-conductive binders and weld the flakes together, boosting conductivity and making them useful for electronics or sensors.

That post-print process typically involves heat or chemicals. But Claussen and his research group developed a rapid-pulse laser process that treats the graphene without damaging the printing surface – even if it’s paper.

And now they’ve found another application of their laser processing technology: taking graphene-printed circuits that can hold water droplets (they’re hydrophilic) and turning them into circuits that repel water (they’re superhydrophobic).

“We’re micro-patterning the surface of the inkjet-printed graphene,” Claussen said. “The laser aligns the graphene flakes vertically – like little pyramids stacking up. And that’s what induces the hydrophobicity.”

Claussen said the energy density of the laser processing can be adjusted to tune the degree of hydrophobicity and conductivity of the printed graphene circuits.

And that opens up all kinds of possibilities for new electronics and sensors, according to the paper.

“One of the things we’d be interested in developing is anti-biofouling materials,” said Loreen Stromberg, a paper co-author and an Iowa State postdoctoral research associate in mechanical engineering and for the Virtual Reality Applications Center. “This could eliminate the buildup of biological materials on the surface that would inhibit the optimal performance of devices such as chemical or biological sensors.”

The technology could also have applications in flexible electronics, washable sensors in textiles, microfluidic technologies, drag reduction, de-icing, electrochemical sensors and technology that uses graphene structures and electrical simulation to produce stem cells for nerve regeneration.

The researchers wrote that further studies should be done to better understand how the nano- and microsurfaces of the printed graphene creates the water-repelling capabilities.

The current studies have been supported by grants from the National Science Foundation, the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s National Institute of Food and Agriculture, the Roy J. Carver Charitable Trust plus Iowa State’s College of Engineering and department of mechanical engineering.

The Iowa State University Research Foundation is working to patent the technology and has optioned it to an Ames-based startup, NanoSpy Inc., for possible commercialization. NanoSpy, located at the Iowa State University Research Park, is developing sensors to detect salmonella and other pathogens in food processing plants. Claussen and Stromberg are part of the company.

The graphene printing, processing and tuning technology is turning out to be very useful, Stromberg said. After all, “electronics are being incorporated into everything.”

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THE RESEARCH TEAM

In addition to Jonathan Claussen and Loreen Stromberg, co-authors of the paper describing water-repelling, inkjet-printed graphene circuits are:

SUPREM DAS, an assistant professor of industrial and manufacturing systems engineering at Kansas State University, formerly an Iowa State postdoctoral research associate in mechanical engineering and an associate of the U.S. Department of Energy’s Ames Laboratory; SRILOK SRINIVASAN, an Iowa State graduate student in mechanical engineering; QING HE, an Iowa State graduate student in agricultural and biosystems engineering; NATHANIEL GARLAND, an Iowa State graduate student in mechanical engineering; WARREN STRASZHEIM, an Iowa State associate scientist with the Materials Analysis and Research Laboratory; PULICKEL AJAYAN, the Benjamin M. and Mary Greenwood Anderson Professor in Engineering, a professor of materials science and nanoengineering and a professor of chemistry at Rice University in Houston; and GANESH BALASUBRAMANIAN, an assistant professor of mechanical engineering and mechanics at Lehigh University in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, formerly an assistant professor of mechanical engineering at Iowa State.

READ THE PAPER

Superhydrophobic inkjet printed flexible graphene circuits via direct-pulsed laser writing, http://pubs.rsc.org/en/content/articlehtml/2017/nr/c7nr06213c, DOI: 10.1039/C7NR06213C.

question: How can one produce electronic circuits that are flexible and water repellent?

answer: It is possible to take ink-jet printed graphene and tune it with a laser to make materials that are water repellent

question: What are the applications of these water repellent electronics?

answer: This technology can aid the development of anti-biofouling materials, as well as flexible electronics, washable sensors in textiles, microfluidic technologies, drag reduction, de-icing, electrochemical sensors and technology that uses graphene structures and electrical simulation to produce stem cells for nerve regeneration.

question: What does hydrophobic mean?

answer: Hydrophobic means to repel water.

question: Who is looking to patent this technology?

answer: The Iowa State University Research Foundation is working to patent the technology.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article details the development low-cost flexible, highly conductive, and water repellent electronic surfaces, that can be made through new graphene printing technology.


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Inspect the Unexpected.

Inopinata is a student run literary journal at the University of Mary Washington that focuses on odd occurrences in every-day life; interactions between people, objects, places, and/or things that are, for whatever reason, outside the pale of "normal" experience.

We aim to express the things that are hard to articulate; that look that you share with someone on the subway, that odd tingling sensation that travels down your neck when you think you're being watched, the way it feels to come home to a surprisingly empty house, the feelings, actions, and people that seem to come out of nowhere and stick with you.

We mean to push the boundaries. We mean to find and publish works that resonate with people on many different levels.

Submissions:

We accept previously unpublished literary fiction, nonfiction, visual art, and poetry. Submit to inopinatalitjournal@gmail.com by attachment.

Prose guidelines:

Word count should not exceed 6,000 words.

Should not be set in completely fictional worlds (aka most science fiction and fantasy), but will accept "blue moon" stories under the right circumstances.

We cannot accept fan-fiction.

Poetry Guidelines:

Poetry that fits within the aims of our mission statement will be considered. There is no set word limit.

Deadline: November 15, 2011

For more information visit our website at www.inopinata.wordpress.com.

title: Inopinata Literary Journal Now Accepting Submissions!

question: Why does Inopinata strive for things outside the "normal" experience?

answer: To be unique, quiche, different.


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The numbers spanned across the giant screens in the laboratory, going on for what seemed to be an eternity. The computers had been crunching numbers for years. Hundreds of them, never ending, never faltering. The silence in the room is broken by a few beeps, an indication that one of the computers had reached the end of the sequence. A technician quickly entered the room and examined the computer. “Damn thing, must be a glitch.” As he spoke another computer began beeping, followed by the rest. The technician looked at the screen, and sure enough the sequence had ended.

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The technician dialed a number and raised his phone to his ear
“Hey I need some help with the computers down in block C,” the technician states and waits for a response.
“What’s going on down there, Tre?” The voice replies after a few moments.
“There’s a glitch in the system, saying that they’ve found the end of Pi,” Tre replies.
“We’ll get some of the guys down there to help you out, there’s no way Pi has an end right?” the voice asks
“I’m not too sure, not my field of expertise. I’m just here to fix the computers” Tre responds.

A few minutes pass and the other technicians arrive in the room, bothered by all the beeping and begin checking each computer individually for possible malfunctioning parts. After determining that the computers were fine they began checking for possible bugs in the software, and at that moment a handful of scientists burst into the room, mouths agape at what they saw on the screens in front of them.They had received calls and reports from the other labs that the end of Pi had been found. The scientists sat down slowly, with varying looks of wonder and horror painted on their faces. As they saw that each number matched the reports of the other scientists.
793014549105875302768134
END.
 Tre laughed and said “Don’t worry, just a glitch, we’re working on it.” The scientists were speechless, they knew nothing was wrong with the system, after countless years of waiting they had found the end of the seemingly endless. After a software glitch was ruled out as well the technicians asked the scientists what it meant to find the end of Pi.
“It couldn’t possibly...” Erik, the lead scientist began shakily. “It means our world, our universe, is only a simulation” The technicians began laughing hysterically at the thought, “You’re kidding right?” Tre asked, half curious, half afraid. “I wish I were” Erik replied. The technicians looked at one another thoughtfully, and then at the screen before exiting the room, they needed a break from all of this. The scientists retreated to their break room to inform the others of what was happening, the looks on the faces of each scientist went from joy to horror as the realization of what reaching the end of their project truly meant.

A few weeks went by and the news had soon spread to virtually every corner of the world. The final lab still computing Pi had reached the end of the sequence. A few days passed with little trouble, but with the realization that their lives, world, and universe was a simulation sinking in, the people of Earth went into a frenzy. Global suicide numbers quintupled and crime rates skyrocketed to unbelievable highs. No one seemed to care about their lives, or the law for that matter, now that the truth was revealed. It was all just a program. “What reason was there to abide by laws, or live anymore?” The question swept the globe and left many clueless on how to act. The few that denied the fact were swept away by the masses that had embraced, beyond reasonable doubt, that nothing they knew was part of the “real world”. Billions lost their lives and the world was left a former shell of itself. Cities burned to the ground, bodies scattered on the streets; in a matter of weeks the world had crumbled, destroying civilization as its people had known it. Tre looked sadly at the building he once entered each day to fix computers, now nothing more than a pile of rubble. Bang. A bullet passed clean through Tre’s skull as he fell to the ground. Blood oozed freely from the hole in the now deceased Tre’s head as a masked man searched his body for any valuables: Finding nothing but a few dollars and a picture of a woman, child, and the man he murdered smiling happily in front of a house, the masked individual ran off in search of anything that could be used to help itself survive.

Somewhere in a dimly lit room, a man looks somberly at his computer screen. The death and destruction of the once densely populated Earth playing out in front of him. He shakes his head as he looks on and slowly reaches his index finger toward a small green button. As he presses the button, the computer screen flashes white. A laboratory appears on his screen.
3.14159265358979323846264…
The numbers spanned across the giant screens in the laboratory, going on for what seemed to be an eternity.

Edit: Just something I came up with, never done much writing but wanted to share :)
Edit 2: Fixed placement of numbers

title: [RF] Pi

question: What was the dominant state of mind of humanity after it was discovered that their existence is a simulation?

answer: Tre found a glitch in the systems after he came down into the laboratory for computer maintenance. He then told the other technicians what he's found. After determining that the computers are fine, a team of scientists came in to investigate. They soon came to a conclusion - the system has found human existence to be a simulation. This news soon spread around the world, causing anarchy and senseless death as people lost all sense of propriety. The dominant state of mind seems to be hopelessness - if everything is just a simulation, why bother anymore, why abide by laws or try to do good?


text:
“All things come to pass…”

The words danced in Daniel’s mind in the voice of his ever-absent businesswoman of a mother. “Well mom, maybe some things don’t,” he persuaded his conscience as he opened the squeaky bathroom door. His hands felt warm as he brushed them across his clammy forehead. He looked in the dim bathroom mirror and clumsily dropped his hands to the sink’s icy porcelain ledge and stared at a disturbingly pale visage. The eyes that met his seemed to have abyssal centers that grew larger as he gazed into them. Suddenly he found that the warmth in his hands had been replaced by a lack of any feeling at all, and the same went for his feet. By the time he realized this, his eyesight began to fail, and the room began to diminish at its edges. Daniel closed his eyes, and found that they were much harder to open again. The ceiling welled at the center in his peripheral vision as his legs buckled and gave up their purpose for the very last time. He wasn’t aware that he’d fallen until blood from the sink dripped down into his open, and now front-toothless mouth. Daniel watched the lights on the ceiling morph into the gravity well of pooling fractals as he half-swallowed a mouthful of warm blood and tooth fragments. He felt his mother’s touch; the love in her fingertips warmed his skin as she brushed his hair softly away from his forehead. She was not there.

He heard darkness pulling away at the inside of his mind, erasing the seams of reality and easing him downward into some indescribably comfortable realm of lost moments and memories seemingly eons since passed. A melody of his own faint breathing washed over his ears and barely registered in his failing brain. The world grew dim around Daniel, and his faculties began diminish one by one. His liver, of course, was the first to succumb to the chemical punishment of nearly five-hundred Tylenol, along with his now bleeding stomach with its lining eaten away entirely by the drugs. Despite his biological deterioration, he felt quite good; calm, content, and as though he laid not on the cold, hard tile floor of his bathroom, but in the warm, loving embrace of the arms of an endless ocean. It cradled him as he sunk into its bottomless depths; the light from above growing ever so dim to his near lifeless eyes. Daniel managed to blink away the illusion of spiraling multicolored lights in a distant sky, and see the Earth as it truly was for the last time; a manila-walled bathroom with yellow-stained plastic bulb covers emitting a mild, placid light across an uncleanly world of bacteria and over-priced cleaning product residue. Daniel sighed.

title: Alive and Well

question: Why was Daniel beginning to deteriorate away?

answer: His body was succumbing to the nearly five-hundred Tylenol he had ingested.

question: Explain the image Daniel was seeing as he faded away into darkness.

answer: He began to see and feel his mother's touch but she was not actually there.

question: Explain what Daniel saw when he looked into the mirror.

answer: He saw a pale visage and eyes with abyssal centers.

question: What happened after Daniel closed his eyes?

answer: He found that they were much harder to open again.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer:
As Daniel reflects on his mother words of "All things come to pass..", he begins to fade away into darkness. His senses diminish and his liver is the first to succumb after ingesting nearly five-hundred Tylenol.
He sees and feels his mother's touch, however she is not actually there.


text:
I used to watch this cute girl from my cubicle workstation. Leaning backwards in my chair taking short sneak peaks at her as she was standing by the coffee machine. She was about the same age as me, around her mid 20‘s. It took a long time before I managed to gather enough courage to actually walk up to her and once I did, I realized that I had no idea what to say. All the thoughts of walking up to her had made me forgot to think of what I should say to break the ice. I was a pretty shy guy back then and didn’t really have any conversation starters up my sleeve. I had been watching her from a distance in almost a year and in this moment when I was finally standing in front of her, I was numb. My mind was blank but still I opened my mouth to say something. I thought I asked her if she likes coffee, but now, when I think back to that moment it must have sounded something like ”you.. l-l-like.. coffee”. I’m quite aware that was probably not the best thing to say, considering it was the first time I actually talked to her. Even though she didn’t say something back, she smiled at me, giggled and then walked back to her own cubicle. I stayed by the coffee machine for moment to catch my breathe and I’m pretty sure I must have seemed like a complete fool to her. But I didn’t really care, for me that was a great success. The woman I had been secretly interested in for a long time had just smiled at me.

Some time passed and now I walked up to her almost every day when she came to refill her coffee mug outside my cubicle. Sometimes it almost seemed as she was waiting for me. There were days when I was too busy to constantly take quick peaks down the hall to see if she was there, those days I would usually hear her clearing her throat or humming just outside my workstation. I wasn’t completely sure but I always thought that it was her way to catch my attention, and every time time I walked out of my cubicle she gave me a heart warming smile. Even though we had long and pleasant conversations I could tell that she sometimes was very nervous. Whenever her hands started trembling too much she would reach for her pocket and pick up a bracelet made out of brown wooden pearls. She would hold it in a firm grip and I came to understand that it was her way of dealing with nervousness. That bracelet made her calm again and it obviously had a personal value to her.

These small meetings kept occurring for a couple of weeks and one day I finally asked her out, and to my surprise she said yes. I had never been happier in my whole life and the thought of her made my smile uncontrollably. I literally woke up happy every morning.

I was supposed to meet her at a nice Italian restaurant not far from where we worked. It took me hours to prepare and I even went out shopping new clothes to make the best impression. I left home exactly 6:17 PM, and I had enough time to pick up a bouquet of flowers on my way to the restaurant. I had never bought flowers to someone before, and when I think about it now I have no idea why I did it that night.

I arrived to the restaurant around 6:45 PM. We were supposed  to meet 7 PM but I preferred to show up earlier. I was very nervous and when the clock hit 7 PM I had already drank two glasses of wine. I watched the door and expected her two walk in to restaurant just any second now. 7:15 PM. I was still staring at the door and I felt that my forehead was sweating. 7:30 PM. She was probably just stuck in traffic. I ordered another glass of wine and tried to make time pass faster. 8 PM. Where is she?? If she was this late she should at least have given me a call to let me know she’s on her way. 9 PM. It all made sense now. Her heart warming smile, her kind words and her longing eyes were just bullshit. She was just another bitch that played with people’s feelings, and I was just another fool that fell for it. How could I have been so stupid?? What was I thinking?

I left my table. My chair fell loudly to the floor and people stared at me as I stormed out of the restaurant. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t going to let that bitch win. I was angry. Not at her, but at myself for being so easily fooled. I chucked the flowers in the first garbage bin I passed and kept walking down the street. Further down the street something had happened. Two police cars and an ambulance was blocking the sidewalk and at first I didn’t care. I just wanted to go home. But when I passed the scene of the accident I saw something. There was a body lying in middle of the sidewalk. The face was covered with a blanket but an arm was sticking out. I could tell that the arm belonged to a woman in her mid 20‘s and in her hand she was holding something. It was a bracelet.. made of  brown wooden pearls.

I didn’t stop. I kept walking. I didn’t look back. I didn’t cry. I just went straight back home. I went to bed, and I never woke up happy ever again.

title: Office love story (I have never written a short story in english before. Feedback is much appreciated.)

question: Will the narrator ask the girl out?

answer: Yes, he does.

question: Does the girl finally arrive at the date?

answer: No she never shows.

question: Why does the girl not arrive at the date?

answer: She got hit by a car and killed.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: A young man obsesses over a girl at a coffee machine at his office for a very long time. Finally he works up the courage to ask her out. It turns out she had feelings for him too. On the day of the date she does not show. He is incredibly angry with himself for being fooled, but when he exits the restaurant he sees she has been killed in a car crash. He never wakes up happy again.


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JOHN BUCKINGHAM (10 July 1940 – 22 December 2016) was an English National Hunt jockey, best known for riding Foinavon to victory in the 1967 Grand National.[1]

Buckingham was born at Five Ways, Hatton, Warwickshire, one of the four children of Nancy Bewley and Thomas Buckingham. He was apprenticed aged 15 to the trainer Edward Courage in Oxfordshire. His first win came at Southwell on Sahagun in 1959.[2]

Buckingham had never ridden in the Grand National when, a few days before the race in 1967, he was offered the ride on outsider Foinavon, a ride that had already been turned down by three jockeys.[3]

Foinavon started the Grand National at odds of 100/1. Neither his trainer nor his owner were at Aintree, trainer John Kempton having gone to Worcester to ride another of his horses. Of the 44 starters, 28 were still in the race as they approached Becher's Brook on the second circuit, with Foinavon going well in 22nd place, just behind the favourite Honey End. Leading the field were two riderless horses, Popham Down and April Rose. As they approached the 23rd fence (the one after Becher's) Popham Down veered to his right and ran across the fence, causing a pile-up. As horses refused, crashed into each other and ran up and down the fence, Foinavon was one of only two horses to find a gap, clear the fence, and carry on. John Buckingham described how Foinavon had slowed to a canter and jumped the fence off his hocks, like a showjumper. (The other horse to clear the fence at the first attempt was Packed Home, who had been in last place and eventually finished fifth). At the next obstacle, the Canal Turn, Foinavon had a lead of 30 lengths as horses that had been put again to the 23rd fence after the pile-up, some of them remounted, gave chase. At the finish he was still fifteen lengths clear of the second horse, Honey End. In the winner's enclosure, the blue sash was put on Foinavon by former jockey Tim Brookshaw and Buckingham was interviewed: “Everything seemed to stop in front of me. I managed to pull onto the outside. I nearly got stopped by two loose horses... after he jumped it, we were just on our own. I couldn’t believe it. It was wonderful.”

Buckingham rode in three more Nationals, finishing every time. In 1971 he retired as a jockey and set up a business as a jockeys' valet with his brother Tom.

In 1966 Buckingham married Ann Chater. The couple lived in Chipping Warden, Northamptonshire, and had two daughters, Laura and Lucy.

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title: John Buckingham (jockey)

question: Who was John Buckingham?

answer: An English National Hunt jockey

question: Describe John Buckingham's personal life.

answer: He was one of four children of Nancy Bewley and Thomas Buckingham. He married Ann Chater in 1966, and they had two daughters, Laura and Lucy.

question: Name one of John Buckingham's horses.

answer: Foinavon

question: List the horses competing in the 1967 Grand National that are named in the article.

answer: Foinavon, Honey End, Popham Down, April Rose, Packed Home

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: John Buckingham was an English National Hunt jockey who is best known for riding the horse Foinavon to victory in the 1967 Grand National. After winning the 1967 Grand National, he rode in three more Nationals, finishing every time, before retiring in 1971.