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    Manu J.

    _Global Product Operations Manager_ _STAFF MEMBER_ Jul 15, 2018

     Manu J. ,  Jul 15, 2018:

      [OOS 5.1.9 for OP6.png]

      Hi everyone,

      We are starting to push the incremental roll-out of OxygenOS 5.1.9, this update contains optimizations and new features for the camera.

      Changelog:

      SYSTEM

      -   Updated Android security patch to 2018.7
      -   Fixed issues with accidental touches triggering gestures ( Draw V)
      -   Supported Telia Finland VoLTE (Default On) and VoWifi (Default Off)
      -   General bug fixes and improvements

      CAMERA

      -   Improved image quality
      -   Integrated Google Lens mode
          -   Now you can access Google lens from your camera with a tap and Google Lens will tell you what’s in the image, giving you information about things like books, buildings, and works of art etc.
      -   Added beauty mode for Selfie Portrait

      MESSAGES

      -   Added Group MMS

      WIRELESS & NETWORKS

      -   Optimized stability for Wi-Fi connection
      -   Fixed stability issue with the Bluetooth connection for cars

      We appreciate your active feedback and attempts to reach out to us. With your help, we have been able to better optimize and improve several key areas. Thank you for your patience and as always, we look forward to hearing your continued feedback in the bug reporting forum here: https://forums.oneplus.com/feedback/.

      AS ALWAYS, THIS OTA WILL BE INCREMENTAL. THE OTA WILL REACH A SMALL PERCENTAGE OF USERS TODAY, AND WE WILL BE BEGINNING A BROADER ROLLOUT IN A FEW DAYS.

      Your feedback is appreciated. We may not always be able to respond to every comment in the forums, but please be assured that we take your comments and feedback seriously. Hope you enjoy and let us know how you feel about the update in the comments below.

      Never Settle.

      UPDATE

      QUESTION: Why does some OnePlus 6 displays flicker in bright light with adaptive brightness enabled?
      ANSWER: We have noticed feedback from some users regarding the adaptive brightness feature. This feature will be optimized in the next OTA update.

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    Manu J.

    _Global Product Operations Manager_ _STAFF MEMBER_ Jul 23, 2018

     Manu J. ,  Jul 23, 2018:

      Hey everyone.

      We have introduced Sleep Standby optimization in this version of Oxygen OS, which should help you get more juice out of your battery.

      SETTINGS > BATTERY > BATTERY OPTIMIZATION > CLICK THE THREE DOTS > ADVANCED OPTIMIZATION > SLEEP STANDBY OPTIMIZATION

      When this setting is turned on, the system intelligently identifies your sleep pattern based on the phone's usage. The phone will then turn off the network during specific periods of inactivity, which effectively reduces standby power consumption.

      The phone will automatically cancel any network restrictions and get the phone out of Sleep Standby just before you wake up so that you won't miss any notifications such as news updates, emails etc.

      Do try out this new feature and tell us about your experience, we look forward to hearing your continued feedback in the bug reporting forum here: https://forums.oneplus.com/feedback/.

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     bittss2 ,  Jul 17, 2018:

      finally we have the update..

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     Deepakdkp ,  Jul 17, 2018:

      This post is of 15th July, which means by now few ppl already got it?

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     BRAD FORD BOI ,  Jul 17, 2018:

      finally it's here I've been waiting for this time [e]1f62d[/e]

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     Keechy ,  Jul 17, 2018:

      you can get the update with a canadian vpn

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     _akanshjain_ ,  Jul 17, 2018:

      pls add jio music to default music app list

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    hotmomma

    _Ice Cream Sandwich_ Jul 17, 2018

     hotmomma ,  Jul 17, 2018:

      When is the DP3 coming, Manu ?

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     ShadowCodeGaming ,  Jul 17, 2018:

      very good, just updated with Germany VPN

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    Cheetosdust

    _Starting Point Expert_ _COMMUNITY EXPERT_ Jul 17, 2018

     Cheetosdust ,  Jul 17, 2018:

      Please remember: the update is INCREMENTAL! It will not be available for everyone during the next minutes!

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    the_o2

    _User of the Year 2018_ Jul 17, 2018

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     GaneshRayal ,  Jul 17, 2018:

      Just Now posted it's created thread July 15

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question: What are the main improvements in the latest version of OxygenOS?

answer: It mostly consists of optimizations and new camera features.

question: What is the new Sleep Standby option?

answer: It's a setting to switch the phone to standby mode during the hours when the phone's owner is sleeping. The mode aims to save energy.

question: When will the update be rolled out?

answer: It began rolling out with the announcement. However, the rollout is incremental and will take time to reach everyone.

question: When will the bug about flickering displays of the OnePlus 6 be resolved?

answer: The global product operations manager says they aim to resolve it in the next update.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The developers of OxygenOS announce their release of the software's new version. The main improvements in the latest update are optimizations and new features for the camera. They note that the update will begin rollout slowly and reach the broader population in a few days.


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

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

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

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

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

title: Fear is

question: What does the story say about the narrator's sense of self?

answer: The narrator's father forces her to replicate an aspect of her mother after her passing by forcing the narrator to play the piano. He also forces her to play in contests. During the entire time, he's verbally abusive to her and instills a sense of terror in her that cripples her. When she eventually gets free of her father, she still abuses herself, which prompts physically abusive behavior from her husband. By the end, she can't get over the emotional trauma she suffered through her life, consigning herself to her predicament.

question: What does the text say about piano education?


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“AHHHHHHH! Stop you bastards! Jeez dudes, it is so cold. Why?!!!”
“Slowly, sir. Take it easy. Do you know where you are?”
“Uh, I think I was at a bar in Blomfeld a while ago. I was having a drink with a girl with red hair and alabaster skin. Like milk, or titanium dioxide.”
“Alabaster, sir?”
“It’s what’s known as contextual understanding, don’t you see? What color is milk?”
“White, sir. Unless you’re talking about chocolate milk, of course.”
“That’s a fair point.  Where’r my pants?”
“What’s your name sir?”
“Paul. My name is Paul.”
“Do you know what day it is?”
“Thursday.”
“No, sir. It’s Sunday.  And you’re in Green Bay.”

Then, I saw the lights, pretty blue and flashing reds with a white or two thrown in for good measure. Green Bay. With no pants.

title: Winter from Berkeley to Green Bay

question: Summarize everything relating to Green Bay.

answer: Green Bay is where Paul wakes up, without memory of how he got there.

question: Where is the narrator from?

answer: Blomfeld.

question: Describe the narrator's current location/situation.

answer: He wakes up in Green Bay on Sunday without pants, and sees flashing lights while someone asks him who he is.

question: What is the last thing the narrator remembers?

answer: Having a drink with a girl in a bar in Blomfeld on Thursday.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: Paul.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Paul wakes up in Green Bay with no pants, and the last thing he remembers is having a drink with a girl in a bar in Blomfeld on Thursday.


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This driver and his girlfriend were enjoying a tourist day at Hockenheimring Racing Circuitin Germany when his overheated brakes meant he was unable to slow the car coming into a bend.

Instead he swings the car into the corner and run-off, managing to slow it down to a stop and avoid a nasty smash…you can hear how pleased he is at the end!

Brakes can fade when you are racing because they get so hot the pad loses friction or the fluid can boil in the calipers and air bubbles are formed between the pad and the disc. Then when you go to use them instead of squeezing the pads all you do is compress the gas and as a result get reduced braking.

Video by David McMahon.

question: How do brakes work?

answer: Friction between pads and the wheel disc slowing rotation as the pads are squeezed.


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The world is made of edges, you said and I, thinking of razors and cliffs and the black terminator rushing towards us past the resolute meridians of our days, looked up at you, and you smiled and said no.

 You drew a map on a white napkin and told me how there are always more feet than will go into a mile, more inches than will make a foot, about every edge. Achilles was in it and some slow thing, a turtle perhaps, or a snail.
 But these were only masks for numbers, and I grew tired of Achilles and his logarithms, and we went to the beach.

 The dew was on the rocks and the tide was out and there were soft things quaking in the horrible light. There is so much death at the edges, I said.

 Everything lives at the edges. You frowned at me like a stormcloud. You spoke of ecotones and cusps and crises. I saw your fingers rubbing chalkdust, shedding the imagined detritus of a hundred dusty lectures.

 I listened while the sun sneaked through your curls and warmed my arms like your hands on a cold morning. I rubbed my board with the pale bitter wax that smells like violins and tobacco and burns if you get it in your eyes.

 Then I painted you with coconut oil and lemon where we hid behind the big red parasol, and your breasts rose and fell like the pears on the windrow by the seawall, your fingers espaliered a small blossom.

 I left you there on the green striped towel with your books and sunglasses, your tea and the basket of boiled eggs and sandwiches and the last of the fig newtons. And I went to the ocean.

 (I dreamt out there, did I tell you?)

 The place where the sea and the earth and the air touch, I touched too, making a moist track, and we were like sisters meeting or like four old lovers, sleeping side by side in a tent with the moon watching, or like both of those things loving each other and jealous at the same time.

 I have heard of the surf marching forward, of the waves battering the earth and retreating, sending forays against the sand and being hurled back.
 This is a man thing, I thought.

 We who have lain at the point where the dry becomes the wet know that these are kisses and caresses, and the thrusts and tumblings have no martial intent. All living things are born from this meeting, into the bright air. We gasp, we burn, we die and return, whether to earth or sea.

 (Your thoughts were not lost out there, you see?)

 I hold them in my head when I let the dreams take me, and we do not disagree.

 The thing about edges, I liked. Everything that really lives, lives at the edge of something, you said, and I saw a bead rolling between two widening wires, always about to fall, and somehow never doing it. Always moving forward, and rising and declining imperceptibly, as the world carries it onward.

 Benoit, you said, and ecotone. I liked the words, but you never told me what they mean, unless I was listening to the gulls or the surf or the soft murmur of your pulse beneath my hand.

The wind shook your blue hat, and I got you a green lounge from the old man who made the umbrellas for the wind to break and drag across the foreshore like tattered dreamthings.

 Like the birds of wakening, that watched us from the long rusted rails above the seawall and there was a tall girl at the bar who said that the sun was in your hair and I hated her for seeing it and for seeing you smile, and loved her for knowing the same things that I knew.

The heartbeat of the world you called it, the surf you meant, and the tall girl brought us crab legs and you talked a while about the things that come out of the sea.

 The hermit crabs and the robbers, the tiny sidling fingernail crabs that run away from motion like a child who fears strangers, straggling behind the skirts of the seawrack peeping bashfully out.

 And the great ghost crabs; the grey and shining grandmothers twitching their long braches like blind man’s sticks through the pebbles toward the tidepools, with the moon in their eyes.

 They love the sun, but the moon is their mistress - you told me this, and asked me:

 "Have I told you that the sea is made of blood? It's true; but the blood is stronger now that it was when we left."

 I knew you did not mean ourselves, but some lost frightened fossil, living again for a moment in the tide behind your eyes.

 We swam then, and you moved back and forth through the break like an otter, and then the boarders came down the long stair and waited till we came out before charging like whooping soldiers into that great onslaught that neither marked them nor wavered.

 Under the rusting nod of the lotus pod spigot you turned and turned and lost the scent of our mother the ocean, and smelled like you and the sun and the cocoa butter sunscreen I had bought from the old man with the red hat.

 Blind, you said, but he saw you, as the earth and the ocean and the sky see you now. As the fire saw you then, lapping lights across your sand dusted hip, limning out our vagrant silhouettes upon the moist earth.

 (I thought I held you that night in the tent, but it was not you, was it?)

 Beneath their lids your eyes were watching the pale circles of the gulls, reaching with their wings for the earth as the sky drew them back in the direction of the invisible stars.

 The next day I rode to the top of the break and found a wave waiting; a terrible thing as green and clear and bubbled as the bottom of an antique bottle.

 And I was up and I was in it and the board was a tongue in the mouth of the ocean, and I was for a while that thing which you were always:

 Caught between the air and the sky, driving forward into time, unmoving, until the ocean cast me out and dropped me at your feet, and we showered and you combed out my hair and we had breakfast.

 (These are the things I remember, in this dim place beneath the trees, where the ocean has not been these million lifetimes.)

 (Still), within your eyes, i think I am there, that I will always live there, on the edge between memory and dream, with the bright birds and the grey skies, turning, rising like the wave, and hanging in that place within your mind, where standing still we rise, and rising, turn, and fall, and are falling, now. Forever.

title: Creatures of the Swash Zone

question: What does the story say about what the narrator says about life at the edges?

answer: The narrator says that the world is made of edges and everything lives at the edges. There is so much death at the edges. The author says he will always live on the edge between memory and dream, with the bright birds and the grey skies, turning, and rising like the wave.

question: What does the story say about the Swash Zone?


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             The Best Story Ever
Note: This started as a game of add-on and it snowballed.

Book One: The Beginning

Once upon a time, there was a handy dandy watermelon scooper. HDWS loved his life, but he had no one to share it with. He lived in a quaint garbage cauldron, apart from all the rest of scooper society. Then one day someone left a tiny watermelon scooper on his front porch, who had a lightning bolt insignia on his handle. HDWS was so happy to have a little scooper of his own, that he bought a little pet grape for his new son, named Beranabus the Raisin. The son's name was Handy, and he grew up a very happy little watermelon scooper... or so he thought. One day, on Beranabus's 75th birthday, they heard suspicious footsteps outside their cauldron. It was none other than Cullen, the notorious garbage connoisseur who loved to eat garbage fries. Cullen reached in with his fry grease-covered fingers, and accidentally grabbed HDWS by the handle, and carried him away in his hobo sack.
   "Daddy!" Handy screamed, unable to cope with the loss of his father. "I'll come for you!!!"
   Cullen swaggered away, high on the success of his crime. He was so pleased with himself that he was unable to notice the high-speed presidential jet zooming towards his happy little jiggle-sack. He tried to dive out of the way, but his legs got hit and he became a cripple.
   "This would be a perfect occasion to assemble my collapsable rocket wheelchair!" Said Cullen, the garbage fry connoisseur. He assembled his high-fashion, glow-in-the-dark, rocket wheelchair, and zoomed away with high-speed style. Handy, having witnessed this ordeal, realized what he had to do in order to get his father back. He would need to assemble a team. A team of scoopers specializing in avenging. This team, obviously, consisted of a pooper scooper by the name of Marissa, a shovel by the name of Thaddeus, an egg whisk by the name of Julius, and a diamond spork named Constantine. They were christened.... The Revengers.
   Cullen zoomed back to his box lair in his high-fashon, glow-in-the-dark, rocket wheelchair and put HDWS in the box brig next to his box shoes. "You will make some nice melon balls when I am finished with you!" Cullen laughed an evil laugh that would even have Gilgamesh trembling with fear.
   Meanwhile, The Revengers were desperately trying to gather information on the whereabouts of Cullen and HDWS. They ventured to the outskirts of Gothamopolis City, where they found a very interesting sight. It was a giant mustache, knotted and ghoulish in the light of the Sun. This was the lair of the Mustachios.
   "What is your business here people?" asked the guard.
"We seek the evil lord of garbage fries, Cullen. Will you grant us refuge?" Julius was trembling under the guard's heavy gaze.
   "You must ask The Creator, Leah, for Her blessing." He answered, "Come forth." He gestured towards a large flat stone in the center of a clearing. Carved upon the stone was a teenager's face, and surrounding the face was a series of marks and symbols. Handy could not read them, but he knew the moment he stepped forward that they were of great importance.
   "I see, youngling, that you gaze upon The Creator with great reverence," a mysterious voice said. Turning around, Handy laid eyes upon a man. However, he was not only a man. He was a box man.
   "Wha--who are you?" questioned Handy.
   "I am the wise old man who resides in this fortress. I serve The Creator of these creatures as a prophet. You have a long journey ahead of you, Avatar Scooper." The Box Man's eyes glistened with mischief. The crowd of Mustachios and Revengers gasped.
   "Avatar? What is an Avatar?" Handy questioned, a suspicious tone in his voice. Once again, the crowd gasped.
   "Well," the wise box man began. "It's--" Suddenly an arrow, flying with the speed of a thousand lemur-bats, pierced the box-man's cardboard skin. Time froze, and the universe held its breath. Handy only heard one thing, a single shrill word from the voice of a small Mustachio child.
   "Ambush."
   The arrows began to rain voraciously on the small village of Mustachios.
   ¨NO! Save the paintings of The Creator!¨ shouted the Box Man through fits of coughing up blood.
   ¨BOX MAN!¨ Handy screamed, sprinting over to the wounded prophet. ¨Please, tell me where to find my father! What is an Avatar?"
   "Handy, come closer." The scooper leaned in close to the Box Man's pencil thin mouth. He felt an onion ring being slipped shakily into his hand. "Take this ring. It will help you in dark times..."
   "What dark times?" Handy cried, "Box Man?"
   "One ring... to rule them all..." And the Box Man's soul departed to the Creator, where She welcomed him with grace.

End of Book One

title: The Legend of The Avatar and The Revengers

question: Who is Cullen?

answer: He seems to be a garbage fry connoisseur.

question: Why must Leah grant the refugees asylum?

answer: She is the creator.

question: Are they inside video game?

answer: It does seem like a suspended belief version of reality.

question: What is an avatar?

answer: No clear answer in text.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: Once upon a time, the Handy Dandy Watermelon Scooper,or HDWS, lived alone on the fringes of society. He is lonely until one day a mini watermelon scooper is left on the front porch. Cullen, the garbage eater, tries to take the mini. A number of culinary instruments assemble as an avengers team called The Revengers. They ask Cullen for asylum, but he insists they ask Leah, the creator. Suddenly there is a storm of arrows pillaging the scene, damaging Leah's painting.


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The fourth season of the reality television series _Basketball Wives_ aired on VH1 from February 20, 2012 until June 11, 2012.[1] The show was primarily filmed in Miami, Florida and New York, New York. It was executively produced by Nick Emmerson, Alex Demyanenko, Shaunie O'Neal, Jill Holmes, Tom Huffman, and Sean Rankine.

The show chronicles the lives of a group of women who are the wives and girlfriends, or have been romantically linked to, professional basketball players in the National Basketball Association, though the title of the series does not make this differentiation, solely referring to the women as “wives”.

Production

_Basketball Wives_ debuted on April 11, 2010, with thirty-minute episodes. The second season premiered on December 12, 2010, with expanded sixty-minute episodes and featured new cast member Tami Roman.[2] Season 3 made its debut on May 30, 2011, with new cast member Meeka Claxton.[3] The fourth season premiered on February 20, 2012, with two new cast members, Kenya Bell and Kesha Nichols and the departure of Claxton.[4] The fifth season premiered on August 19, 2013, with Tasha Marbury joining the cast.[5] According to a tweet from Tami Roman, the show has been quietly though officially cancelled.[6]

Cast

Main Cast

-   Kesha Nichols: Ex-Fiancée of Richard Jefferson
-   Kenya Bell: Wife of Charlie Bell
-   Royce Reed: Ex-Dancer for Miami/Orlando
-   Suzie Ketcham: Ex-Girlfriend of Michael Olowokandi
-   Tami Roman: Ex-Wife of Kenny Anderson
-   Jennifer Williams: Ex-Wife of Eric Williams
-   Evelyn Lozada: Fiancée of Chad Ochocinco
-   Shaunie O'Neal: Ex-Wife of Shaquille O’Neal

Episodes

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title: Basketball Wives (season 4)

question: When did Basketball Wives debut?

answer: April 11, 2010.

question: What is the show about?

answer: It chronicles the lives of a group of women who are the wives and girlfriends, or have been romantically linked to, professional basketball players in the NBA.

question: How long is each episode?

answer: 30 minutes.

question: In which cities was the show primarily filmed?

answer: Miami and New York.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Basketball Wives was a reality television show that debuted on April 11, 2010. It is about the lives of the wives, girlfriends, and woman who have otherwise been romantically involved with NBA players. It was filmed primarily in Miami, Florida, and New York City. Following the fourth season in 2012, the show was quietly cancelled.


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[_View of the Junction of Howard Street and Norfolk Street, London_. John Crowther, watercolour, 1880.] NORFOLK STREET in the City of Westminster, London, ran from Strand in the north to the edge of the River Thames in the south, and after the Victoria Embankment was built (1865–1870), to what is now Temple Place. It was crossed only by Howard Street. It was demolished in the 1970s.

History

[The vicinity of Norfolk Street (centre) on a 1950s Ordnance Survey map.] [Map by Wenceslaus Hollar (c. 1670s) showing Arundel House.] Norfolk Street was built on land once occupied by Arundel House and its gardens, the property of the Howard family, Dukes of Norfolk.[1] Norfolk Street and its neighbouring streets, Arundel, Howard, and Surrey, were all built after Arundel House was demolished by the earl of Arundel in 1678.[2]

The Norfolk Street tube station was planned for the street in 1902, but never built.

Norfolk Street and Howard Street were demolished in the 1970s in order to build Arundel Great Court[3] which was itself sold for redevelopment in 2012.[4][5]

Buildings

Amberley House, office of the Ecclesiastical Association, was at numbers 11 to 12 on the south-west corner with Norfolk Street.[6]

Hastings House at number 10 had literary connections, being home to the Women Writers' Club from 1894,[7] and the place from which the early literary agent A. P. Watt (1834–1914) practised.[8] The Middle Classes Defence Organization was also based in the building.[9]

Oswaldestre House

[Oswaldestre House, 33–35 Norfolk Street.]

Oswaldestre House at 33–35 Norfolk Street was associated with engineering and radio technology. The name refers to the subsidiary title Baron Oswaldestre of the Dukes of Norfolk. _The Engineer_ newspaper (est. 1856) was based there[10] and the building was also the registered address of a large number of consulting engineers, such as Henry Metcalfe Hobart. The Western Electric Company had an early radio station (2WP) on the third floor of the building in 1922.[11][12]

Former inhabitants

Former inhabitants of Norfolk Street include:[13]

-   Percy Bysshe Shelley, poet, at Nos. 13 and 32 in 1816.
-   Washington Irving, author, at No. 35 in 1805.
-   Mary Mitford, bluestocking, at No. 35 in the 1830s.
-   Samuel Taylor Coleridge, poet, at No. 42 in 1816.
-   Alfred Tennyson, poet, in 1842.
-   Peter the Great of Russia in 1698.
-   William Penn, founder of Pennsylvania.
-   Louisa Twining, philanthropist.[14]

[1] Bebbington, Gillian. (1972) _London street names_. London: B.T. Batsford. p. 27.

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[4] Land Securities sells Arundel Great Court. Land Securities, 29 March 2012. Retrieved 25 January 2017.

[5] The Strand deserves to be treated with much more respect by King’s College. Simon Jenkins, _Evening Standard_, 5 May 2015. Retrieved 25 January 2017.

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[13] Williams, George G. Assisted by Marian and Geoffrey Williams. (1973) _Guide to literary London_. London: Batsford. pp. 85–86.

[14] The Quiver, Annual Volume, 1903, page 463

title: Norfolk Street, Strand

question: Write a short summary of the history behind Norfolk Street, Strand.

answer: Norfolk Street was built on land once occupied by Arundel House (owned by the Dukes of Norfolk). There was a tube station planned for the street but never built. It was later demolished in the 1970s to build the Arundel Great Court, which was sold in 2012.

question: List some famous former inhabitants of the street.

answer:
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, poet, at Nos. 13 and 32 in 1816.
- Washington Irving, author, at No. 35 in 1805.
- Mary Mitford, bluestocking, at No. 35 in the 1830s.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, poet, at No. 42 in 1816.
- Alfred Tennyson, poet, in 1842.
- Peter the Great of Russia in 1698.
- William Penn, founder of Pennsylvania.
- Louisa Twining, philanthropist.

question: List some well-known buildings in the street.

answer:
- Amberley House, office of the Ecclesiastical Association.
- Hastings House, home to the Women Writers' Club from 1894.
- Oswaldestre House,  associated with engineering and radio technology.

question: Why was the tube station never built?

answer: Information can't be found.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Norfolk street in the City of Westminster, London, ran from Strand in the north to the edge of the River Thames in the south, and after the Victoria Embankment was built (1865–1870), to what is now Temple Place. It was built on land once occupied by Arundel House (owned by the Dukes of Norfolk). There was a tube station planned for the street but never built and was later demolished in the 1970s to build the Arundel Great Court, which was sold in 2012.


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    “I would totally have sex with you right now if I didn’t have a boyfriend.”
    She’s pulled me into a fluorescent restroom on the second floor of a faux-hip alt bar called “green”.
    Some form of house reggae pulses through the floor.
    “You can’t say shit like that. That’s not fair to me.”
    I attempt to sound calm but firm, though my body language betrays the fact that I’m far from at ease
    standing in the women’s room while she fixes her makeup in the mirror.
    “Why not?”
    She’s actually perplexed.
    “Because.. because people who have significant others don’t say things like that.” Because I really want to
    fuck you. Because all night I’ve been relishing the way your pants hug your curves. “Because it’s
    confusing to me. You know what I mean?”
    She drops her lip gloss into her makeup bag and looks at me like I have horns.
    “You need to chill out, man! Make no mistakes; I’m taken.”
    This annoys me.
    “Hey, you’re the one who brought up sex in a public bathroom. I don’t even know what I’m doing in here.”
    It’s true. I have no idea what I’m doing. There has been no analogous precursory situation to
    inform my actions here. I’m also out of practice. I’m also drunk.
    She zips her bag and enters a stall while I stand by the entrance. Her fragrance is everywhere now
    and I’m thinking of how she would look naked, sitting on the bathroom counter with my head
    between her thighs. Her voice calls out from behind the stall.
    “…can.. can you turn on the faucet while I pee?”

    *Edited for formatting*

title: A sexy bit of self-deprecation that happened to me the other day... (AKA: The Fauceteer)

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: Who is the woman making sexual advances towards the narrator?

answer: It may be assumed that the woman is someone he has met at the bar.

question: Is the narrator welcoming of her advances?

answer: No, he isn't.

question: Is the narrator in a relationship?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is in a bar when a woman tries to make sexual advances towards him. He dismisses the offer by saying that the woman has a boyfriend. She pulls him into the ladies' room. He stands at the entrance of a stall she is in, wondering what she would look like naked.


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I wrote this about one of my good friends, and he finds it to be humorous too.
I didn't use his real name in the story for obvious reasons.
This is also located on r/Writing
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It's been apart of me since... Well, ever since I was old enough to understand what masturbation was, and now it was gone. I first understood what masturbation was and how to do it by the time I was seven. Then by the time I was eight I had already managed to obtain at least five Brazzers accounts along with a subscription to Playboy. That is when it really took off – my addiction to porn. Masturbation was almost synonymous with pornography for me.

At first I only masturbated  at night time when no one could hear me. However, by the time I was ten years old I was already watching porn and masturbating twice a day – once in the morning, and once at night. Pornography had consumed my life, driving away the few friends I had. I had never even told anyone; we were ten years old they would have shunned me. Maybe it was the way I looked at my female teachers and fellow classmates, or how it always look as if I had a tiny pencil sticking out of my pants? By the time I was fifteen I masturbated between 5 and 10 times a day. My penis was purple by the time I got out of school, but I still went on to masturbate two more times before I went to bed.

Once I got to high-school, I couldn't control my self. There was so much ass everywhere I had to masturbate during school. It was simple how I pulled it off; we had eight minutes in between classes, and it took  two minutes to go to my locker then make it to my next class in time. That meant I had an extra six minutes to rub one off before I went to my next class. No one still ever wanted to talk to me – probably because I was constantly sweating, and my hands were sticky.

Then it happened – I got caught watching porn. It was a relatively normal day; I had just got home and I had just turned on my computer so I could fap once more. Once powered on, I opened up Google Chrome in Incognito mode any proceeded to navigate to Brazzers and login. Normally I would have just clicked a video and started going to town, but there was something wrong. There was a strange feeling in the air, so, I just waited a little while before starting. Growing impatient, I just went ahead and clicked a video and starting going to town. Then right as soon as I started to climax, my muscles starting to spasm, and my starting to moan the actress' name of whom I was watching. When suddenly my mom walked in. In that instant it hit me, I forgot to lock my door, but I had done it so many time how could I just 'forget'? In the heat of the moment, I asked my mother if “She wanted to join”. I was instantly disgusted; how could I ask my mom that? “Turn that fucking shit off and put your pants back on! Your father will speak with you when he gets home!” she replied, as she closed the door with a disheartening look on her face.

I knew what was going to happen – I was going to get grounded. Dad was going to come home and yell at me then take my computer and Playboys. My whole world would collapse without pornography. After coming to this heart breaking realization I rubbed one off one last time; then walked into my bathroom grabbed a bottle of Clorox chugged it, then hung myself.

title: [Cross-Post] The Nathan Moore Chronicles - Problem with Pornography (Humor)

question: Summarize the role of the narrator's friends in the story.

question: Summarize the twist in the story.

answer: The narrator is unaware that his bedroom door isn't locked. As he continues watching a steamy video and touching himself, his mother walks in. Out of shock, the narrator asks his mother if she wants to join and instantly feels disgusted by what just happened. His mother angrily asks him to put his pants back on and then tells him that his father will speak to him.

question: Summarize the emotions the narrator goes through in the story.


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Posted on Mar 5, 2013

BLAME THESE PEOPLE FOR MAKING RUSH HOUR EVEN MORE DREADFUL THAN IT ALREADY IS.

1. The Pole Hogger:

 Via beforeitsnews.com

The train is packed and we can barely breathe, but it's absolutely vital this person leans on the pole. Meanwhile, the rest of us try to balance our way to work. Jerk.

2. The Napper:

 Via wordpress.com

This type of commuter is super tired, drunk, or just plain inconsiderate. Either way, it's a douche bag move. Can't you just pretend you're on an airplane and sleep in one seat?

3. The Karaoke Singer:

 Via funpics.classicfun.ws

If I wanted to hear live music, I'd buy a concert ticket. Pop in your headphones and resist the urge to sing along (for everyone's sake).

4. The Squeezer:

 Via cleveland.com

You are bound to see this commuter at least one in five subway rides. Everyone is squished beyond any level of comfort, but this guy just HAS to push himself onto the train. UGH.

5. The Stair Master:

 Via thebebetterblog.com

This is one I will never understand. If there's a crowd trying to exit the station, go sit in a seat or lean on a pillar. If you choose to continue blocking the stairway and I step or trip on you, don't be surprised.

6. The Biker:

 Via subwaydouchery.com

Cool bike, bro. You know what would be even cooler? If you actually used that piece of transportation.

Also, the basket guy is annoying.

7. The Gym Rat:

 Via subwaydouchery.com

How creative and cost effective. I love the smell of your sweat, by the way.

8. The One That Won't Move to the Middle of the Train:

 Via buddydon.blogspot.com

We could all fit if you'd just take a few steps towards the center. It really doesn't require much effort to shuffle your feet.

9. The Inconsiderate Prick:

 Via nydailynews.com

This woman is pregnant. GET YOUR ASS UP AND GIVE HER YOUR SEAT.

10. The Cougher:

 Via izifunny.com

OK, we all get sick once in a while, but if you absolutely have to cough or sneeze on the subway, COVER YOUR MOUTH. Or better yet, stay home. We don't need your germs.

11. The Hand Slider:

 Via businessinsider.com

Sometimes when holding the pole, our hands tend to slide down and touch someone else. It happens. But when you don't move your hand back up...unforgivable.

12. The Subway Surfer:

 Via myspace.com

If you can subway surf and balance yourself, good for you. But if you can't and then fall over everyone else because you couldn't put your hand on the pole, you're an asshole.

13. The Door Opener:

 Via lifehackery.com

Oh, this is my favorite. There's always someone trying to pry the door open, and the worst part about it is when that beeping alarm sounds until the doors are completely closed. This would be less irritable if it only occurred once, but no, those doors just keep sliding until the jerks finally get inside.

14. The Impatient Riders:

 Via allvoices.com

This is by far the worst. A very general concept is often ignored and it pisses everyone off. When a train pulls up to the station, LET PEOPLE EXIT BEFORE YOU START ENTERING THE SUBWAY. We could make this process a lot more seamless if you'd just wait five seconds. Calm your tits, guys.

15. The Beggars:

 Via chinadaily.com.cn

1. I can barely pay my own rent.

2. I rarely ever have cash on me.

3. My headphones are so loud I don't even know what you're saying.

16. The Crazies:

 Via therock.net.nz

True story: There is a woman on the UES, usually on the 6 train, that coughs and spits on EVERYONE. This includes children. The minute she enters the train, people scatter to the opposite side of the car. There's also the occasional person that yells at you for no reason. It's a scary world, stay safe people.

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question: Describe the Pole Hogger.

answer: This person leans on the pole despite the train being packed, leaving the rest of the passengers nothing to hold on to for balance.

question: Describe the Door Opener.

answer: Someone trying to pry the door open despite clear warnings and beeping sounds that the doors are closing.

question: Describe the Karaoke Singer.

answer: A person who doesn't uses headphones and turns the volume on his music player or phone all the way up, sometimes singing to the music.

question: Describe the Squeezer.

answer: The person who squeezes himself onto the train despite the fact it is full.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The post is a list of the types of annoying people that make rush hour more dreadful than it already is.


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ANNELI MALEY (born 1 September 1998) is an Australian professional basketball player.

Career

WNBL

Maley began her WNBL career in South Australia, signed mid-season with the Adelaide Lightning for the 2016–17 WNBL season.[1]

In August 2019, Maley signed with the newly rebranded Southside Flyers for the 2019–20 season.[2]

In June 2020, Maley signed on for her third season in the WNBL after signing with the Sydney Uni Flames.[3]

College

Maley was signed by the University of Oregon and played for the Ducks in NCAA Division I in the 2017–18 season.[4] After that season, she transferred to Texas Christian University (TCU); due to NCAA rules, she was initially ineligible to play in the 2018–19 season.[5] TCU applied for and received a waiver of said NCAA rule, allowing Maley to play for the Horned Frogs in that season. However, she made only sporadic starts in the early part of the season, and left TCU during that season's Christmas break.[6]

National team

Maley first played for Australia at the 2013 FIBA Oceania Under-16 Championship where she took home Gold. She would then go on to participate in the world championship in the Czech Republic where Australia placed 5th. Maley would then go on to play for the Gems at the 2014 FIBA Oceania Under-18 Championship. After winning Gold there, the Gems then won Bronze the following year at the 2015 FIBA Under-19 World Championship in Russia.[7][8]

Personal life

Maley's father, Paul Maley, played in the NBL for the Adelaide 36ers.[9]

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title: Anneli Maley

question: Who is Anneli Maley?

answer: She is an Australian professional basketball player.

question: Where did Maley begin her WNBL career?

answer: Her career started in South Australia when she joined the Adelaide Lightning for the 2016–17 WNBL season.

question: Summarize everything relating to Maley's collegiate career.

answer: She was signed by the University of Oregon and played for the Ducks in NCAA Division 1 in the 2017-18 season. She transferred to Texas Christian University (TCU) but was ineligible to play in the 2018-19 season due to NCAA rules. TCU applied for a waiver and Maley got to play for the Horned Frogs that season, but only made sporadic starts and left TCU after Christmas break.

question: List Maley's FIBA accomplishments.

answer:
Gold medal - 2013 FIBA Oceania Under-16 Championship
5th place - 2013 FIBA Under-16 World Championship
Gold medal - 2014 FIBA Oceania Under-18 Championship
Bronze medal - 2015 FIBA Under-19 World Championship

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Anneli Maley is an Australian professional basketball player who won multiple gold medals in FIBA Oceania's junior tournaments (under-16, under-18, and under-19) and was a member of the Australian national team that placed 5th in the FIBA Under-16 World Championship in 2013. Maley started her professional career in South Australia when she joined Adelaide Lightning for the 2016-17 season.


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[Thomas Heftye (1879)] THOMAS JOHANNESSEN HEFTYE, also known as THO JOH HEFTYE (29 October 1822 – 4 October 1886) was a Norwegian businessman, politician and philanthropist.

Personal life

He was born in Christiania as the son of merchant Johannes Thomassen Heftye (1792–1856) Tina Haslef (1798–1862).[1] He was a nephew of Henrik Heftye.[2]

In October 1846 he married Marie Jacobine Meyer (1826–1895), a daughter of Jacob Peter Meyer and sister of Thorvald Meyer. Their son Thomas Heftye became a notable politician.[3] Through his daughter Ingeborg Marie he was a father-in-law of Frits Hansen[4] and grandfather of Eilif Fougner.[5]

Career

His grandfather migrated to Norway from Switzerland in the late eighteenth century, and founded the family company Thos. Joh. Heftye & Søn.[6] Heftye grew up at Filipstad. He took his secondary education at Oslo Cathedral School and his higher education mainly in Leipzig. He entered the family company in 1848.[7]

Heftye was heavily involved in the organizational life of the time. He co-founded the Norwegian Trekking Association in 1868. He owned the rural areas Sarabråten, Frognerseteren and Tryvannshøyden. Already in his lifetime these were opened as recreational areas; the two latter areas later became publicly owned. He was also a member of the board of Akers Sparebank from 1873 to his death, and also of Norges Forsvarsforening, Christiania Theatre, the Society for the Preservation of Ancient Norwegian Monuments and Christiania Kunstforening. He was a known patron of the arts, and financed the publication of the diaries of Claus Pavels. He also financed writers and artists such as Aasmund Olavson Vinje, Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson, Hans Gude and P. A. Munch.[8]

He was also involved in politics. He was a member of Christiania city council from 1855 to 1856 and 1879 to 1886, and of Aker municipal council from 1869 to 1877. During the term 1880–1882 he served as a deputy representative to the Norwegian Parliament. The reason why he changed from Aker to Christiania after 1877 was that Frogner, where he lived, was incorporated into the city in 1878.[9] His villa is now used as the embassy of the United Kingdom.

Heftye was decorated as a Knight of the Swedish Order of the Polar Star in 1860, the Royal Norwegian Order of St. Olav in 1864, the Danish Order of the Dannebrog in 1866 and the French Légion d'honneur in 1867. He was also a Commander of the Austrian Order of Franz Joseph from 1867 and of the Swedish Order of Vasa in 1877. He died in October 1886 in Kristiania.[10] A memorial stone was raised for him at Midtstuen, and the road _Thomas Heftyes gate_ in Frogner, Oslo has been named after him.[11]

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title: Thomas Johannessen Heftye

question: When was Heftye born?

answer: October 29, 1822

question: Who were Heftye's parents?

answer: Johannes Thomassen Heftye and Tina Haslef

question: Who did Heftye marry?

answer: Marie Jacobine Meyer

question: What organization did Heftye co-found in 1868?

answer: The Norwegian Trekking Association

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Thomas Johannessen Heftye was a Norwegian businessman, politician, and philanthropist. He was born in 1822, married Marie Jacobine Meyer in 1846, entered his family's company in 1848, and held several political offices at various times. He died in 1886.


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A video has popped up on the Internet depicting Japanese fishermen and their close encounter with a bizarre, pink blob, and no one seems to know what it is.

The pink jellyfish-like creature is a solid mass with a lighter colored underbelly that resembles a creature from an H. P. Lovecraft story or a certain part of the female anatomy.

Apparently, when it’s frightened or in any way bothered, it sprays a white fluid directly out of its opening.

While certain aspects of the video – such as the speed at which the jellyfish scurry and the rather “explosive” ending – lend credence to the notion that the video is entirely fake, there is no other readily available information concerning either the reality of the creatures or why the video was made.

[nomuras-jellyfish]

If they are real, I can only imagine them being only slight less terrifying than the giant Nomura’s jellyfish. Their presence has recently undergone a surge in Japan’s waters, damaging fishing nets and killing the readily available fish.

They can grow upwards of two meters in diameter and weigh almost a quarter of a ton. That is some serious Jellies.

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question: What did Japanese fishermen encounter?

answer: A bizarre, pink, jellyfish-like creature.

question: Is the video real?

answer: It is debatable if the video is real. Many seem to think that it is fake.

question: Which real creature is mentioned in the text?

answer: Nomura's jellyfish.

question: How much can a Nomura's jellyfish weigh?

answer: A quarter of a ton.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The text is about a video depicting a strange jellyfish-like creature encountered off the coast of Japan, but it is not clear if the video is real or fake. The text also mentions a real giant jellyfish, Nomura's jellyfish.


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FRONTLINE SUPPORT

Marine Corps Veteran, and FDNY first responder; Christian Zamora, discusses his dual roles on the frontline as an Emergency Medical Technician, and VRL member supplying PPE to essential personnel at the epicenter of the COVID-19 Pandemic, in New York City.

[Registered veterans nonprofit organization in New York City, founded 2011]

WHO WE ARE

Veterans Rebuilding Life is a registered nonprofit focused on providing support services to veterans and children that were harmed in the crossfire of war. Instead of replicating services already available, VRL targets areas that lack support, and provides alternative solutions that have a proven record of success.

These solutions are implemented by volunteers from all walks of life. We are soldiers, social workers, firefighters, and first-responders. Click below to learn more:

[Veterans Rebuilding Life is comprised of veterans from all branches of service, cultures, and creed.]

WHAT WE DO

VRL provides evidence based, holistic solutions through: Project 360º. The program is derived from empirical analysis of the combat experiences shared by veterans suffering from chronic PTSD. This data established the basis for extensive clinical research on the efficacy of holistic integration as an effective treatment alternative for PTSD.

Project 360º participants are paired with a fellow vet and mentor who is trained to implement holistic treatment modalities. This unique combination of military experience and professional training, allows participants to establish trust with their mentor, so together, they can set tangible goals, and achieve measurable outcomes.

[Seen centered is VRL supporter: Jim Nekos, of Edge Technologies, accompanied by the VRL Vixens, and the US Marines.]

HOW WE DO IT

To ensure the integrity of the mission remains intact, Veterans Rebuilding Life does not accept financial support from Government agencies, or special-interest groups. Our volunteer members carry out a mission that’s made possible through the continued support of our donors:

[Centered: VRL Director Marikay Satryano accompanied by the NYPD Community Affairs Division.]

MEASURED RESULTS

This year alone, Veterans Rebuilding Life successfully conducted more than 400 humanitarian missions, resulting in the provision of over 1,840 support services, all at no-cost to those we serve. Click the links below to learn more:

Helping families facing hardship in quarantine

VRL volunteers mobilized to deliver healthy meals to local families suffering hardships in quarantine. VRL collaborated with local organizations including Hello Fresh, who donated food supplies, packaged by volunteers from the Division of Veteran Services.

VRL transported the donated meals to the Salvation Army Astoria Corps, who distributed them to local families in need. Each meal contains fresh ingredients, organic produce. The humanitarian initiative is part of the ongoing mission VRL feeds NYC.

[Manhattan Veterans Affairs Hospital received 950 medical face shields and 2,000 pairs of latex gloves.]

Supplying PPE to essential workers

In response to essential workers critical need for Personal Protective Equipment, Veterans Rebuilding Life partnered with 3D Brooklyn, a locally-owned, small business focused on 3D printing technology, in order to develop-and-deliver medical face shields to essential personnel on the frontline of the COVID-19 pandemic. VRL members volunteered to transport the Brooklyn-made PPE to emergency personnel across the tristate area, including:

-   _NY Harbor Healthcare System_
-   _Dept. of Veterans Affairs Hospitals_
-   _North Amityville Fire Company_
-   _NYPD Community Affairs Outreach Division_
-   _FDNY Emergency Medical Services_
-   _Ryker’s Island Dept. of Corrections_

-   _Salvation Army Astoria Corps_
-   _Queens Community Centers_
-   _Nassau Inter-County Bus Services_
-   _FDNY Bronx Borough Command_
-   _Pedestrian Traffic Mgmt. Staff_
-   _Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 9592_

[VA Hospital Nurses on the frontline, wearing medical face shields donated by Veterans Rebuilding Life]

The following donors helped save essential lives on the frontline:

Louis Thorne

Genny Popow

Tyler Bitterman
Laura Barbieri
Kaya Ceci
Lou Costa
Ana Marie Cruz
Paula Damasceno
Kelly Davis
Desiree Delia
Allen DeWitt
Rosalie Dudek
Paul Englert
Kristy Englert
Ellis Eisner
Virginia Frazzitta
Lauren Forbes
David Forbes

Frontstream

Fidelity Charitable

Matvei Brodski

Bill Russo
Lisa Redmond
Tom Deirlien

Kerry Gallager
Stephan Ginochio
Joe Goldsmith
Ysette Guevara
Shanice Harris
Chris Hancock
George Hlynsky
David Hornback
Dana Humphrey
Deb Kaplan
Jaclyn Kiernan
Gerald Koval
John Koval
Charles Kramer

Rubin Frost Trust

Marlene Marban
Quincy Krull
Nick Yagoda

Felicia Raidl
Natasha Ryder
Jason Sagebiel
Marikay Medina
Zoe Scurletis
Joshua Seidman
Jen Sherman
Mike Sherman
Persis Sopariwala
David Swift
Regina Thorne
Chris Valencia

Kevin Vargas-colon
Claudyne Vielot
Lindsay Walker

Enterprise Rentals

Jim Nekos
Joe Quadara
Jissel Ravelo
Mini Zhang

Nicole Kung
Kayla Krstyen
Mehron Kugler
Maeve Lenahan
Tashi Lhamu
Sasha Lynn
Saury Martinez
Irwin Medina
Jocelyn Mendez
Kyle Moored
Brian O’Conachtaigh
Jeff Pedersen
Jenna Pereg
Kathy Plumhoff

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VERG Program

RECORD OF INTEGRITY

Veterans Rebuilding Life is the only registered nonprofit organization in the U.S. to commit 100% of all donations directly toward the humanitarian mission. No profit is made by the all-volunteer staff. Even basic operating expenses are paid for by VRL’s board of directors, to ensure our donors that every contribution counts:

question: What does the text say about pursuing a career in the military?

question: What does the text say about Veterans Rebuilding Life?

answer: Veterans Rebuilding Life (VRL) is a registered nonprofit focused on providing support services to veterans and children that were harmed in the crossfire of war. VRL targets areas that lack support and provides alternative solutions that have a proven record of success. The solutions are carried out by volunteers from all walks of life, including soldiers, social workers, firefighters, and first-responders. VRL is comprised of veterans from all branches of service, creed, and cultures.

question: What does the text say about Project 360º?

answer: Project 360º is VRL's evidence-based holistic program. It is derived from empirical analysis of the combat experiences shared by veterans suffering from chronic PTSD. This data established the basis for extensive clinical research on the efficacy of holistic integration as an effective treatment for PTSD. Project 360º participants are paired with a fellow veteran and mentor who is trained to implement holistic treatment modalities. The combination of military experience and professional training allows participants to establish trust with their mentor. Tangible goals can be set and measurable outcomes can be achieved.

question: What does the text say about how the VRL helped families in quarantine?

answer: VRL volunteers mobilized to deliver healthy meals to local families suffering hardships in quarantine. VRL collaborated with local organizations including Hello Fresh, which donated food supplies. Volunteers from the Division of Veteran Services packaged the donated food. VRL transported the donated meals to the Salvation Army Corps, which distributed them to local families in need.


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Along the roadside in a dusty, barren countryside, there lived an old woman who never spoke to anyone.  In fact, nobody even knew her name.  She never left her house, and few ever even claimed to have seen her at all, lest knew what she looked like.  She ate only the food she grew in her garden, although no one ever seemed to see her actually gardening.  It would just be barren and then repopulated with fruits, vegetables, and grains.  It is safe to say that many people in the nearby town of Misgave thought the woman to be pretty odd indeed.  The oldest residents of the town of Misgave even tell stories of when they were young, recounting their knowledge of the odd woman who lived in the house by the dusty roadside.  Many thought this to be impossible, as the old townsfolk were very old themselves, and how old would this make the woman?  Most likely it was an old wive's tale passed on generation to generation, but the old townsfolk insisted that their stories were true.  And especially older gentleman by the name of Took Adams even claimed he met with the old woman when he was a boy, about 9 or 10 years old, and that she invited him in for lunch one day since he found himself wandering the old dusty overgrown road by the woman's house by himself, no doubt daydreaming about cowboys, or being a famous gunslinger himself.  Took Adams tells of the woman being cheerful in nature, with an odd mysticism about her, and that her hair smelled faintly of old sage and basil.  Once during their lunch, he asserts, she offered him some sweet candy that she said she made from the ingredients of her garden.  Took claims it was the sweetest and most delicious candy he'd ever tasted, but at some point during their lunch, the old woman became angry with him, and showed a side of herself that he hadn't expected.  He later told of seeing a sort of fire in her eye, and teeth bared, stained a putrid green.  Took said the woman quickly regained her composure, and delightfully sent him on his way and told him that perhaps he shouldn't wander this far down the road again.  This story has no doubt been embellished over the years, most so by old Took himself, perhaps to make himself more exciting or interesting, as he desired the company of people more in their youth, so as to feel younger himself, as older people tend to do.  "She must be close to 110 years old by now!"  Took would exclaim to anyone that would listen.

In the barren countryside, along that dusty roadside, more dust than usual was spitting and clouding up.  A car was zooming past the old woman's house.  "Be careful Aaron!  This road isn't exactly the autobahn as you've probably noticed.  Slow down man!"  Riley Trainer was very protective of his new car, and allowing his younger brother Aaron to drive his new Chevy Volt even a couple miles during their cross country road trip was nerve racking to him.  The fact that Aaron was thoroughly testing the shocks in the Volt on a country road was most displeasing to him.  "Alright alright, sorry, I'll let you get back to your precious driver's seat", but just as he finished his placating to Riley, a loud *SNAP* emitted from under the car, and a *POP* and *SCRAAAAPE* came from under the hood.  The car rolled to a stop about a hundred yards from an old looking house down the road.  "Shit, man!  If you screwed up my car I'm going to kill you!  Get out, let's check it out."  Riley jumped out of the car and began inspecting the damage.  Aaron sheepishly opened the driver side door and put his hands in his pockets, sauntering over to his brother who was on his hands and knees examining the underside of the car.  "I'm sorry Riley, I wasn't going that fast, I was even slowing down when it happened."  "It's alright, it's alright, let's just see if we can get it started again and drive it to the nearest town."  Riley sounded exasperated, or possibly relieved that his younger brother was no longer driving the car, albeit at the expense of his newly acquired vehicle.  "Hey, Riles, why don't we just walk to that house and call a tow truck or something from there?"  Both boys turned their gaze to the distant house on the side of the dusty road.  It puffed out a calming cloud of white smoke from the chimney and the two brothers exchanged satisfied glances.  "At least someone's home", Riley stated simply.  They began walking to the odd looking house when all of a sudden a light burst on from the inside of the dwelling.  A bright, light pink glow seemed to emanate from deep inside the old place…

To be continued…

title: First chapter of a book I'm writing (please give feedback)

question: Why was the old woman so reserved?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: How old was the woman?

answer: Took Adams assumed the woman would be around 110 years old.

question: Describe the woman's anger.

answer: Her anger was like fire burning through her eyes.

question: What was the pink glow coming from the house?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer:
On a barren countryside, there lived an old woman. Nobody knew much of her, she lived by herself and did not socialize. An old gentleman named Took Adams was the only one to have ever interacted with the lady.

Riley and Aaron were driving down the countryside. Their car breaks down near the old lady's home. They approach the house hoping that they could call a tow truck from there. Suddenly, a bright pink glow emanates from the house.


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Cautiously, he sets his foot down in front of him, staring. He hears muffled footfalls approaching quickly; still he stares. He knows what is to come; what is coming for him. And yet he stares. Silently, calmly. He picks up his other foot and, balancing on the one already placed, sets it down. The footsteps are getting closer. He feels his blood beginning to pump faster, his heart beginning to race. He clenches his fist, telling himself to gain control. His heart slows down, the panic recedes. He begins to speed up his pace, though no one other than him would be able to tell. The footfalls almost come to a halt. ‘Curious, are we?’, he thinks to himself. He pretends not to notice. He turns out of the alley and onto the sidewalk, to what would normally be a busy street, but for some reason was all but deserted. A few stragglers here and there staggered their way to their destination, fumbling around as if they had just learned to walk. He heard the footsteps stop at the entrance to the alley. ‘Against the wall, looking around the corner. So predictable.’ As he walks, he takes a closer look at the stragglers faces; they seemed…wrong. He cleaned off his glasses with his handkerchief  and calmly rested them on the bridge of his nose. He then realized, they have no eyes. Or nostrils, or a mouth. There were the indentations that indicated where they would be, but yet there were none there. His heart skipped a beat. The footsteps drew nearer. Before he could grant panic any passage, he clenched his fist, saying, ‘Get control of yourself, dammit! It’ll be over soon…I hope.’ The footsteps drew nearer. The Faceless Ones, he recalled their name from some distant memory, began to slow their shambling. They became more controlled, and in doing so, noticed him. He continued walking, unaffected. Seemingly so. The footfalls came more quickly, heavily. Their owner was beginning to speed up his pace. The Faceless Ones turned their heads towards him. Their “eyes” fell upon the back of his head, his neck quickly relaying the information to his senses. He stopped moving. He stood there, silently. His hair, short and cropped, combed to the side, was slightly, ever-so-slightly, out of place from the wind. His suit freshly cleaned and pressed. He almost looked like he was modeling for something, just lacking the girl. The footsteps drew nearer, faster. The Faceless Ones were all staring, and began to advance towards him. He was still facing the other direction. The footsteps were right behind him, no more than two meters away, when they stopped. He waited for the Faceless Ones to make their way towards him, when he turned. He turned around, screaming, “LEAVE ME ALONE! I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT A—”

The street was bustling. People had created a circle around him, in shock at his exclamation. Right where the owner of the footsteps would have been, was a child, cowering in fear. He quickly looked around, taking notice of the bright sun, speeding cars, and faces. He straightened his jacket, pushed his hand through his hair, took out his wallet and handed the girl a twenty-dollar bill, and walked off. With a sigh, he turned the corner, away from those prying, misunderstanding eyes.

title: Blind Eyes

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator is relating the tale from a third-person POV.

question: Who are the faceless ones?

answer: It wasn't stated, but they sounded scary and dangerous.

question: Where does this take place?

answer: It takes place outdoors

question: Why is the narrator scared?

answer: The narrator isn't scared. He's instead relating a tale about someone who seems scared.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: He is apprehensive about what's to come and hears muffled footsteps behind as he begins picking up pace. He tries to remain calm and turns onto the sidewalk. While doing this, he notices the stragglers' faces have no eyes, nose, or mouths, just indentations. The footsteps get closer, and the faceless ones begin to slow their shambling. They begin to advance towards him, and when they stop, he turns around, screaming at them to be gone. However, it appears he's been hallucinating, and people around the street gather. He quickly regains his composture and walks off.


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 is a second class airport located south southwest[1] of Takamatsu, Kagawa, Japan. The airport primarily handles domestic flights, with a small number of international flights also originating at Takamatsu.

[Air Traffic Control Towers] It is equipped with an Instrument Landing System, VHF Omni-directional Radio Range, Distance Measuring Equipment, Airport Surveillance Radar, approach lights, precision approach angle guidance lights, and more.

On January 16, 2013, an All Nippon Airways Boeing 787 (Flight NH692) made an emergency landing at Takamatsu after reporting a battery problem in flight. That aircraft was flying to Haneda Airport during that incident.

Most flights that arrive and depart from Takamatsu Airport are ANA (All Nippon Airways) and Japan Airlines (JAL) planes. Both Airlines transport passengers mainly from Takamastu Airport to Tokyo International airport (Haneda Airport). However, other airlines such as Asiana Airlines transport passengers to airports like Incheon International Airport.

Japan Airlines uses 737-800 aircraft, while ANA uses 787-8, 767-300, and 777-200 aircraft on domestic routes. International carriers are seen using narrow-body aircraft on their routes.

Terminal

Takamatsu Airport has one terminal/concourse consisting of four main gates. The first three gates are used primarily by All Nippon Airways and Japan Airlines. The other gate is primarily for international flights and is connected to the international side of the lobby via an escalator up to the security checkpoint. However, the international and domestic sides of the terminal are not separated.

Shops are located on the first and second floor, including restaurants and cafes. An outdoor observation deck is located on the 3rd floor directly overlooking the four main gates.

Entrances to the terminal are located on the first floor in front of the drop off lanes. The drop off lanes also connect to the main parking area of Takamatsu Airport.

Airlines and destinations

[1] AIS Japan

title: Takamatsu Airport

question: Does the Takamatsu Airport seem to be designed in an orderly fashion?

answer: The airport does seem to be designed in an orderly fashion and should not be an airport that confuses flyers.

question: What recreational areas does the airport have?

answer: The recreational areas that the airport has are shops, restaurants, cafes, and even an outdoor observation deck.


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If you were a fan of U.S.Radio News, you probably miss it as much as I do. I was shocked when it disappeared and then even more surprised when its domain became available to buy. So I snatched it up and decided to make this phoenix version of the site an homage to the original U.S.Radio News. Taking archived content from 2003-2015 I wanted to give a flavor of what this online news source was all about. In addition to the their actual news stories, I will also miss their random quotes.

The first time I found the U.S.Radio News website was in 2013, I was not too patiently sitting in the waiting room of a large metropolitan hospital. It was was firtst day as a representative of a company that sells wholesale janitorial supplies. Although all products can be purchased online, the company tries to have a sales rep personally approach new clients. I was there to pitch wholesale paper towels + dispensers, one of our biggest selling categories. Not only could I offer wholesale paper products and dispensers from trusted name brands such as Cottonelle, Kleenex, Procter & Gamble, Boardwalk, Windsoft, San Jamar, Palmer, but we also carry eco-friendly paper products for environmentally conscious consumers. So there I was reading articles on U.S.Radio News website in an attempt to distract me from the long wait. And distracted I was since the news was all about the hunt for the Boston Marathon bombing suspect. Scary stuff indeed. Well, you can see why I remember. Perhaps you have your own story to tell, so enjoy, reminisce, and see if you can remember these stories just from their headlines and perhaps even where you were at the time. FYI: I made a successful pitch and got my first large wholesale order for paper goods!

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Headlines from April 25, 2015

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Random Quote
Be civil to all; sociable to many; familiar with few; friend to one; enemy to none.”
— Benjamin Franklin (1706–1790)

OVER TWO TONNES OF COCAINE SEIZED OFF SCOTLAND
Published April 25, 2015 | By Business Insider
AFP/File Cris Bouroncle Nine men have been charged with drug trafficking after the British coast guard seized more than two tonnes of cocaine off the east coast of Scotland, acording to French and British officials Paris (AFP) - Nine men have been....

NEPAL EARTHQUAKE: LIVE REPORT
Published April 25, 2015 | By Business Insider
AFP Prakash MathemaA Nepalese man and woman hold each other in Kathmandu's Durbar Square Hong Kong (AFP) - 01:03 GMT - WELCOME TO AFP'S live report on the ongoing situation in Nepal following a massive earthquake which killed more than....

VIOLENCE ERUPTS AT BALTIMORE POLICE DEATH PROTEST
Published April 25, 2015 | By Business Insider
AFP Andrew Caballero-Reynolds Protesters confront police during a demonstration in Baltimore, Maryland, on April 25, 2015, against the death of Freddie Gray while in police custodyBaltimore (AFP) - Protesters targeted businesses and smashed police cars in downtown Baltimore on Saturday....

THOUSANDS MARCH IN BALTIMORE TO PROTEST BLACK MAN’S DEATH, SOME DAMAGE
Published April 25, 2015 | By Google News
BALTIMORE (Reuters) - At least 2,000 people marched through downtown Baltimore on Saturday to protest the unexplained death of a black man in police custody, and authorities said some demonstrators threw objects at officers and broke windows. In the biggest....

WHITE HOUSE CORRESPONDENTS’ DINNER 2015: BEHIND THE SCENES CELEBRITY....
Published April 25, 2015 | By Google News
Arguably the best part of the annual White House Correspondents' Dinner isn't the president becoming Comedian-in-Chief for the night -- but the odd couple pairings of Hollywood stars hanging with political power players and media heavy hitters. This year's "Nerd....

NEPAL EARTHQUAKE: RESCUE EFFORT INTENSIFIES
Published April 25, 2015 | By Google News
There are fears the death toll could rise yet further Rescue efforts in Nepal are intensifying after more than 1,300 people were killed in the country's worst earthquake in more than 80 years. Many countries and international charities have offered aid....

 PROTESTERS’ VOW: ‘SHUT DOWN’ BALTIMORE OVER FREDDIE GRAY KILLING (+video)
Published April 25, 2015 | By Google News
ATLANTA — Allegations in the Freddie Gray case that Baltimore is a “cops’ playground” where police mete out street justice with impunity are driving vows from civil rights protesters to “shut down” Baltimore on a busy and sunny spring weekend,....

SAME-S*X MARRIAGE HINGES ON U.S. SUPREME COURT DECISION
Published April 25, 2015 | By Google News
The U.S. Supreme Court hears arguments Tuesday in a case that could legalize same-s*x marriage in the 13 states that now prohibit it. But the stakes are potentially just as high in many of the 37 states, including California, that....

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Example of a Long Form News Article from January 2, 2015

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Random Quote
I call upon the scientific community in our country, those who gave us nuclear weapons, to turn their great talents now to the cause of mankind and world peace: to give us the means of rendering these nuclear weapons impotent and obsolete.”
— Ronald Reagan (1911–2004)

INDONESIA FINDS TWO ‘LARGE OBJECTS’ IN SEARCH FOR AIRASIA JET
Published January 2, 2015 | By Google News
JAKARTA/PANGKALAN BUN, Indonesia (Reuters) – Ships searching for the wreck of an AirAsia passenger jet that crashed with 162 people on board have pinpointed two “big objects” on the sea floor, the head of Indonesia’s search and rescue agency said on Saturday.

The Airbus (AIR.PA) A320-200 plunged into the Java Sea on Sunday while en route from Indonesia’s second-biggest city Surabaya to Singapore. No survivors have been found.”We have detected two objects underwater (at) 30 meters depth,” said search and rescue agency chief Fransiskus Bambang Soelistyo. “At this moment we are operating the ROV to take pictures of the objects.”

A multi-national task force of ships, planes and helicopters have been scouring the northern Java Sea and coastline of southern Borneo to recover the bodies of victims and locate the wreck of Flight QZ8501 and its black box flight recorders.The latest break in the massive search and recovery operation comes after Indonesian authorities questioned whether the pilot had followed correct weather report procedures, and suspended Indonesia AirAsia’s Surabaya to Singapore flights for apparently infringing the terms of its license for the route.

The two objects were found just before midnight on Friday, Soelistyo told a news conference in Jakarta, and the search and rescue agency was attempting to get images using remotely operated underwater vehicles (ROV).The first object measured 9.4 meters by 4.8 meters by 0.4 meters (30 feet by 15 feet by 1.3 feet), while the second is 7.2 meters by 0.5 meters (24 feet by 1.6 feet), he said.Soelistyo said operating ROVs was problematic due to the large waves in the area that have hampered operations for much of the week, but that divers were preparing to search for the objects.

RECOVERING VICTIMS
Much of the effort has focused on finding victims of the crash. Officials said 21 bodies were pulled from the sea on Friday, including two still strapped in their seats, bringing the total number of victims recovered to 30.Small pieces of the aircraft and other debris have also been found, but there has been no sign of the crucial voice and flight data recorders – the so-called black boxes that investigators hope will unravel the sequence of events in the cockpit during the doomed jet’s final minutes.”

After the black box is found, we are able to issue a preliminary report in one month,” said Toos Sanitioso, an investigator with the National Committee for Transportation Safety on Friday. “We cannot yet speculate what caused the crash.”Indonesia’s search and rescue agency said the search area had been widened on Saturday as debris may have drifted more than 200 nautical miles, adding helicopters would concentrate on searching the coastline of southern Borneo.

The cause of the crash, the first suffered by the AirAsia (AIRA.KL) group since the budget operator began flying in 2002, is unexplained.The plane was flying at 32,000 ft (9,753 meters) and the pilot had asked to climb to 38,000 ft to avoid bad weather just before contact was lost about 40 minutes into the two-hour flight to Singapore.When air traffic controllers granted permission to fly at 34,000 ft a few minutes later there was no response from the plane.

A source close to the investigation said radar data appeared to show the aircraft made an “unbelievably” steep climb before it crashed, possibly pushing it beyond the A320’s limits. LICENSE SUSPENDEDIndonesia’s transport ministry said late on Friday it had temporarily suspended Indonesia AirAsia’s Surabaya-Singapore flight because it had apparently operated the service beyond the scope of its license, which permitted flights on four days of the week but not Sundays, when the crash occurred.”

As of Jan. 2, 2015, the license of Surabaya-Singapore (return) route to Indonesia AirAsia is temporarily frozen until after there is a result of evaluation and investigation,” said spokesman Julius Adravida Barata. Hadi Mustofa Djuraid, a transport ministry official, told reporters on Friday that authorities were also investigating the possibility that the pilot did not ask for a weather report from the meteorological agency at the time of take-off.

Indonesia AirAsia said in a statement that weather reports were printed in hard copy at the operations control center at all its flight hubs, including Surabaya, and taken by the pilot to the aircraft before each flight.

An AirAsia spokeswoman declined to comment on whether the pilot had followed the procedure described in the statement. She also declined to comment on whether the Sunday flight was beyond the terms of its license, but said the airline was cooperating fully with the authorities.

The Indonesian captain, a former air force fighter pilot, had 6,100 flying hours on the A320 and the plane last underwent maintenance in mid-November, according to Indonesia AirAsia, 49 percent owned by Malaysia-based AirAsia.Three airline disasters involving Malaysian-affiliated planes in under a year have spooked travelers.

Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370 disappeared in March en route from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing with 239 passengers and crew and has not been found.

 On July 17, the same airline’s Flight MH17 was shot down over Ukraine, killing all 298 people on board.On board Flight QZ8501 were 155 Indonesians, three South Koreans, and one person each from Singapore, Malaysia and Britain. The co-pilot was French.

(Additional reporting by Gayatri Suroyo in SURABAYA, Cindy Silviana, Kanupriya Kapoor, Michael Taylor, Adriana Nina Kusuma, Charlotte Greenfield, Nilufar Rizki and Nicholas Owen in JAKARTA; Writing by Alex Richardson; Editing by Michael Perry)

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Headlines from February 23, 2014

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Random Quote
An investment in knowledge always pays the best interest.”
— Benjamin Franklin (1706–1790)

OUTRAGE AT UK COVERUP ON JOBLESS MIGRANTS
Published February 23, 2014 | By Webmaster
David Icke is facing a legal challenge to everything he is now so successfully and incredibly achieving worldwide. Click here for information ... Okay, So Let's Get This Right, Then ... Click here read ... THEY DARE NOT SPEAK ITS…….

UKRAINE HANDS OVER PRESIDENTIAL POWERS TO TOP OFFICIAL AS FORMER LEADER’S …
Published February 23, 2014 | By Google News
Ukraine's parliament voted Sunday to temporarily hand the country's presidential powers to a top official, a day after former leader Viktor Yankovych -- whose whereabouts are unknown -- was ousted following a week of deadly protests. A plane with Yanukovych....

RICE ACKNOWLEDGES SOME OF HER BENGHAZI INFO WAS INCORRECT BUT HAS NO REGRETS
Published February 23, 2014 | By Google News
FILE: Undated: The U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations Susan Rice speaks at the General Assembly headquarters in New York.AP National Security Adviser Susan Rice said Sunday she has no regrets over what she told the American public about the....

IN NO ONE’S INTEREST FOR UKRAINE TO SPLIT APART: US’S RICE
Published February 23, 2014 | By Google News
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - It is not in the interest of Russia, Europe or the United States to see Ukraine split apart and it would be a "grave mistake" for Russia to send military forces into that country, President Barack Obama's....

MOST-WANTED DRUG LEADER GUZMAN CAPTURED IN MEXICO RESORT
Published February 23, 2014 | By Google News
’s apprehension of the world’s most-wanted drug boss yesterday struck a blow to a cartel that local and U.S. authorities say swelled into a multinational empire, fueling killings around the world. Mexican security forces captured Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman early....

OLYMPICS CLOSING CEREMONY LIVE: IN PRAISE OF ‘A NEW RUSSIA’
Published February 23, 2014 | By Google News
International Olympic Committee President Thomas Bach spoke to the crowd, commending Russia and President Vladimir Putin for its hosting of the Games, praising "a new Russia ... efficient and friendly, open to a new world." Sunday's closing spectacle included a.....

OLYMPICS CLOSING CEREMONY LIVE: SPOTLIGHT ON RUSSIAN ARTS
Published February 23, 2014 | By Google News
Dancers created the rings, with one closed.  Would it open?  After a long pause, it did. As they did at the opening of the Games, each nation's athletes paraded in. Despite a devastating loss to Canada, the U.S….

WHAT THE ARREST OF ‘EL CHAPO’ MEANS FOR MEXICO
Published February 23, 2014 | By Google News
Even as Mexican drug kingpin Joaquin “Chapo” Guzman had a $5 million reward on his head, his name could be heard in dozens of so-called drug ballads, played from to the U.S. border, and especially in his home state of....

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Headlines from April 19, 2013

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BOSTON LOCKDOWN ENDS; SHOTS FIRED IN WATERTOWN, SUSPECT MAY BE CORNERED
Published April 19, 2013 | By Google News
Boston lockdown ends; shots fired in Watertown, suspect may be corneredA barrage of gunshots erupted in Watertown, Mass., shortly after 7 p.m. Friday, with preliminary reports indicating that police had finally cornered Boston Marathon bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, 19.The flurry of activity came less than an hour after Massachusetts Gov.....

BOSTON LOCKDOWN ENDS; BOMBING SUSPECT HUNT CONTINUES – USA TODAY
Published April 19, 2013 | By Google News
Boston lockdown ends; bombing suspect hunt continues USA TodayBOSTON — Massachusetts Gov. Deval Patrick ended a Boston-area lockdown early Friday evening after a massive, day-long search of suburban Watertown failed to flush out the teenage surviving suspect in the Boston Marathon bombings."If you are out, continue to be.....

DEATH TOLL RISES TO 14 AFTER TEXAS BLAST
Published April 19, 2013 | By Google News

200 ROUNDS: DETAILS OF FIRE FIGHT EMERGE AS MANHUNT FOCUSES ON ONE SUSPECT
Published April 19, 2013 | By Google News
The Boston Marathon bombing suspect was on the run Friday evening as officials said he and his brother exchanged 200 rounds with police during a stunning firefight early in the morning and left seven homemade explosives behind. More than 18 hours....

DRAGNET PARALYZES BOSTON AS ONE SUSPECT ELUDES CAPTURE
Published April 19, 2013 | By Google News

MARATHON BOMB SUSPECT ELUDES POLICE, HUNT PARALYZES BOSTON
Published April 19, 2013 | By Google News
(Reuters) - Black Hawk helicopters and heavily armed police descended on a Boston suburb Friday in a massive search for an ethnic Chechen suspected in the Boston Marathon bombings, hours after his brother was killed by police in a late-night....

BOY SCOUTS MOVE TO LIFT BAN ON GAY YOUTH MEMBERS
Published April 19, 2013 | By Google News

MARATHON BOMB SUSPECT ELUDES POLICE, HUNT SHUTS BOSTON DOWN
Published April 19, 2013 | By Google News

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RadioNews.us

question: What is the author bummed is gone?

answer: U.S.Radio News.

question: What have they done?

answer: Taken archived content from the years 2003-2015.

question: When did they first find the website?

answer: 2013.

question: What was the news at that time all about?

answer: The Boston Marathon Bombing.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The author has compiled news from the years 2003-2015, selecting articles on topics they figure readers might be interested in. This project started after the author realized there was no more U.S. Radio news, and found their website, from which these articles appear to have been lifted and/or excerpted.


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The shadows of the hanging puppets spread like ink across the wooden floor. As the sun rose lazily into the pink sky, its newborn beams slunk their way through the windowpanes and splashed across the man’s workshop. The puppets on the ceiling remained unfinished; he was too eager to complete one at a time, choosing instead to leave half-clothed and unpainted wooden men dripping from the ceiling like flies caught in a spiderweb, waiting to be devoured.

Not all met such a fateful end. He had completed hundreds, if not thousands of puppets over the course of his lifetime. Naturally he favored some over others, their eyes twinkling brighter and their limbs moving more fluidly as they danced between their strings. He had grown careless with a few of them, though, and this pained him still today when his eyes found them in the crowds of the wooden men. Beautiful, but crippled with missing limbs or cracked bodies that the man felt were not worth repairing.

But today he focused his attention on one specific puppet - a small boy whose arms hung too long for his body. He cradled the plain wood in his hand, his fingers gently cupping the boy and surrounding him with the warmth of his skin. Marveling at the sturdiness of the torso and the gentle curve of the joints in the arms, the man allowed himself a few moments of wonder, running the pad of his finger along the pale moon face. Moments like these still caught him by surprise even after years upon years of perfecting his craft. It was this rush of appreciation, bringing a leap to his old heart, that dragged him from his sunken bed with the dawn each morning. After composing himself, the man reached for his worn paintbrush and the bottle of paint at his elbow. Dipping the bristles into the deep black pool, he began the arduous process of bringing the boy into being.

He chose to create the eyes first, believing that their brightness would inspire him to create every aspect of the doll with as much shocking beauty. Two black dots broke apart the paleness of the face, and from those dots blossomed streaks of blues and yellows edged with white. The eyes seemed to glisten as the light from the morning sun danced across their glossy surface. The rest of the face was constructed with as much care and attention, from the downy eyebrows to the splashes of pink that stained the puppet’s rounded cheeks. A light brown tunic adorned the sloping shoulders, hanging loosely around the wooden body and fluttering slightly with each sigh from the old man’s open lips. He covered the smooth head of the puppet with a mop of brown hair; it curled slightly under the weight of the sun’s warmth, framing the face in a halo. The old man leaned back into his chair, the low creaking serving as the bell to signal that his work was done. Or nearly done. Now came the crucial moment, the one that the man anticipated the most throughout the construction of the men.

He brought the painted face to his lips. The fumes drifted into his nose and mixed with the earthy smell of the wooden body. The smell was like an old friend, familiar and welcome in the stillness of the shop. Inspired by this calmness, the man closed his eyes and slowly breathed in the musty air and sunbeams that hovered between the boy’s face and his own. With this breath, he drew in every ounce of happiness, beauty, sorrow, peace, wonder, and passion that he could muster. At last, the breath of life flowed from his lips and wrapped around the unfeeling face of the puppet boy in his hand.

The eyes no longer glistened - they burned. The flush of color in the cheeks became more than paint, blood blossoming beneath the surface of the rounded cheeks. The limbs bent, the chest throbbed with life, the chin raised itself so the eyes could meet their maker. As the puppet began to explore the movement of his small body, the man threaded firm knots of string through the arms and shoulders, anchoring the boy to a wooden beam. The man allowed himself a few precious moments of that fleeting sense of wonder. His own eyes soaked in the blueness of the puppet’s. The corners of his mouth curled as he gazed upon his creation, and in turn, the puppet gazed upon the withered face of the man, grey with age and exhaustion. Dreading what must come next, the man lifted the boy from the table and carried him gently into the back of the shop until they reached a door. The door itself was nothing remarkable - simple oak, a brass handle in need of polishing. Pushing open the door, the man guided the puppet into the candlelight that illuminated the vast space.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands of puppets spread across the room, each moving on strings of their own accord. Dancing, walking, talking, playing, living were the puppets, each one unique in a testament to the man’s dedication to his craft. With only the slightest amount of hesitation, the man placed the boy upon the closest shelf, nudging him towards the bustling in the center of the room. Slowly, wobbling on his wooden feet like a newborn doe, he gave the man a single glance before he disappeared into the crowds, never stopping to look back.

He knew to expect this. They never looked back. Their tender eyes, once seeing only him, grew drunk on the sights and sounds of their own kind. He thought by now that letting them go might become easier, but a small whisper in his mind always hoped for recognition in their eyes; a sense of validation. He wanted to know that they remembered him and his rough hands, cradling them as they woke from their slumber into this world. But if they did, they never showed him, growing so accustomed to the opening and closing of the doors that they never even noticed his presence in the room.

Just like every night before this, he allowed the smile to fall from his face before he closed the oak door. Any sounds from their world were quieted, and he was once again alone, though each night felt lonelier than the one before. He returned to his table and closed his paints, rinsed his brush, and blew out the dying flame of his candle. Suddenly overtaken by a quiet so heavy that it hung on his very shoulders, he locked the door to the shop and climbed into his sunken bed, waiting for the dawn to seek him out from the darkness.

title: Breath of Life

question: What kind of emotions do the hanging puppets evoke before and after the reveal about the breath of life?

answer: Initially, the hanging puppets are a demonstration of the man's work. They aren't described in a specific manner. However, after we learn that the man breathes life into his puppets, the unfinished puppets hanging from the ceiling gain a macabre sense.

question: How large must be the room in the back?

answer: There are hundreds to thousands of puppets there. Assuming each one is about half a meter with human proportions, the area could easily be a thousand square meters or more.