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MAGDALENE COLLEGE ( )[1] is a constituent college of the University of Cambridge. The college was founded in 1428 as a Benedictine hostel, in time coming to be known as Buckingham College, before being refounded in 1542 as the College of St Mary Magdalene. Magdalene counted some of the greatest men in the realm among its benefactors, including Britain's premier noble the Duke of Norfolk, the Duke of Buckingham and Lord Chief Justice Christopher Wray.[2] Thomas Audley, Lord Chancellor under Henry VIII, was responsible for the refoundation of the college and also established its motto—_garde ta foy_ (Old French: “keep your faith”). Audley's successors in the Mastership and as benefactors of the College were, however, prone to dire ends; several benefactors were arraigned at various stages on charges of high treason and executed.[3]

The college's most famous alumnus is the 17th-century chronicler Samuel Pepys. His papers and books were donated to the college upon his death and are housed in the Pepys Library in the Pepys Building. A portrait of the diarist by Peter Lely hangs in the Hall.

Magdalene is noted for its 'traditional' style: it boasts a well-regarded candlelit formal hall (held every evening) and was the last all-male college in Oxford or Cambridge to admit women in 1988 (Oriel College was the last in Oxford, admitting women in 1986). This change resulted in protests by some male undergraduates, including the wearing of black armbands and flying the college flag at half-mast.[4]

Magdalene's old buildings are representative of the college's ramshackle growth from a monks' foundation into a centre of education. It is also distinctive in that most of the old buildings are in brick rather than stone (save for the frontage of the Pepys Building). Magdalene Street divides the most ancient courts from more recent developments. One of the accommodation blocks in the newer part of the college was built by Sir Edwin Lutyens in the early 1930s. Opened in 2005, Cripps Court, on Chesterton Road, features new undergraduate rooms and conference facilities.

Magdalene remains one of the smaller colleges in the University, numbering some 300 undergraduates. Magdalene has been an academically strong-performing college over the past decade, achieving an average of ninth in the Tompkins Table and coming second in 2015.

History

Buckingham College

[Street front of Magdalene College porter's lodge, with its 16th-century architecture retained] Magdalene College was first founded in 1428 as _Monk's Hostel_, which hosted Benedictine student monks. The secluded location of the hostel was chosen because it was separated from the town centre by the River Cam and protected by Cambridge Castle. The main buildings of the college were first constructed in the 1470s under the leadership of John de Wisbech, then Abbot of Crowland.[5] Under the patronage of Henry Stafford, 2nd Duke of Buckingham, the institution was renamed _Buckingham College_.[6]

In the 16th century, the Church of England broke away from the Papacy. With the subsequent Dissolution of the Monasteries, the parent abbey of Buckingham College, Crowland Abbey, was dissolved. However, the college remained in operation.[7]

Refoundation

[First Court facing the chapel (middle) and the hall (right)] [The modern gargoyle of Benedict Spinola in the Quayside site] Walden Abbey, one of the Benedictine abbeys associated with Buckingham College, came into the possession of Thomas Audley after the Dissolution of the Monasteries. On 3 April 1542 Audley refounded Buckingham College as the College of Saint Mary Magdalene.[8] Derived from Audley were the arms of Magdalene, including the motto _Garde Ta Foy_ (from Old French for “keep your faith”), and the wyvern as the crest.[9]

Thomas Audley died in 1544 aged 56, only two years after he re-founded the college. He donated to the college seven acres of property at Aldgate in London, which was his reward from Henry VIII for disposing of Anne Boleyn. This property would have brought enormous income had it been retained by the college.[10] However, under the conspiracy of the Elizabethan banker Benedict Spinola, the property was permanently alienated to the Crown in 1574.[11] The transaction involved Spinola luring the master and fellows of the time to accept an increase in the annual rental from £9 to £15 a year in exchange for the property. The loss of the Aldgate property left the college in extreme poverty, and the street front of the college was only completed in the 1580s under the generosity of Christopher Wray, then Lord Chief Justice of the Queen's Bench. The transaction was “almost certainly illegal”, and was contested multiple times without success.[12] The first and most famous such lawsuit was pursued in 1615 by Barnaby Goche, who was master of the college between 1604 and 1626. This court case landed Goche and the senior fellow in prison for two years.[13] Goche was subsequently offered £10,000 as a compromise, which he refused to accept. When the Quayside development site of Magdalene College was completed in 1989, a gargoyle of Spinola which spits water into the Cam was installed as a “revenge at last”.[14]

In 1650, Samuel Pepys joined the college. He was best known for his private diaries, known to critics as the _Pepys Diary_, which provided a major eyewitness account for the Great Fire of London of 1666.[15][16] Pepys was remembered by the Pepys Library, built around 1700,[17] where the original manuscripts of his diaries and naval records are kept, in addition to his collection of printed books and engravings in their original bookcases. Pepys stipulated in his will that the library was to be left to Magdalene, and have been kept at the college since their donation by Pepys's nephew, John Jackson, in 1724.[18] The building is also home to Magdalene College library.[19]

Enlightenment

[Magdalene College formal hall, c.1870] [The hall in 2014] Daniel Waterland, a theologian by training, became master of the college in 1714 and prescribed a new curriculum for undergraduate students at Magdalene.[20] His new curriculum included Mathematics, Newtonian Physics, Geography and Astronomy, as well as Classics, Logic and Metaphysics. Waterland was also successful in attracting financial aid for the college, including funds for scholarships.[21] The mathematician Edward Waring was among those who joined the college during this period.[22]

In 1781, Peter Peckard, one of the earliest abolitionists, became master of Magdalene. The _Zong_ massacre of 1781 prompted Peckard to speak strongly against slave trade in his sermons, some of which were published as tracts and pamphlets.[23] Peckard set the college on the course of achieving a wider reputation of scholarship and sound thinking, and was later appointed as vice-chancellor of Cambridge University.[24]

Magdalene continued to be a liberal college through the Victorian era. The college had more liberal admissions policies than most, admitting Arthur Cohen, the first practising Jew to graduate from Cambridge.[25] During the same period, Magdalene also admitted Catholic students such as Charles Januarius Acton, and Asian students who were excluded from many other colleges until after the First World War.[26]

Modern development

[The wooden gate leading to the Magdalene Village] [Magdalene College viewed from across the River Cam] The modern development of Magdalene was shaped by A. C. Benson, master from 1915 to 1925.[27] His enthusiasm and attention to detail produced outstanding pieces of poems, essays and literary criticism; his diaries were also studied by many later critics. His financial generosity effected significant impact on the modern appearance of the college grounds: at least 20 inscriptions around the college refer to him.[28] In 1930, Benson Court was constructed and named after him.[29]

From 1972, the previously all-male colleges in Cambridge started admitting women, the first three being Churchill, Clare and King's.[30] In 1985, Oriel College, Oxford, admitted women, making Magdalene the only surviving all-male Oxbridge college. The following year, Magdalene made the controversial decision to admit women and become co-residential.[31] When women eventually joined the college in 1988, some male students protested by wearing black arm-bands and flying the college flag at half-mast.[32]

Although the historical perception of Magdalene's bias towards undergraduate applicants from independent schools persists,[33] Magdalene now has an evenly mixed student body in terms of sex, race and education background.[34] In recent years, Magdalene's access programme has attracted many applicants from state schools, especially from North West England;[35] and the college's close affiliation with international students' bursaries such as the Prince Philip Scholarship and the Jardine Foundation has attracted many applicants from Southeast Asia, most notably Wong Yan Lung who went on to become Secretary for Justice for Hong Kong.[36]

Buildings and grounds

Magdalene College is located at the bend of the River Cam on the northwestern side of the town centre, at the foot of Castle Hill. The college was deliberately built on the opposite end of Magdalene Bridge from the town centre so that the Benedictine student-monks would be secluded from the business and temptations of the town.[37] As such, it was the first Cambridge college to be built on the northwestern side of the Cam.[38] The college's main site was previously settled during the Roman occupation of England.[39]

The college's buildings are distributed on both sides of the river, and is roughly divided into four areas: the main site, where the oldest buildings including the porter's lodge and the Pepys Library are located; _The Village_, which was built in the 1930s and consists exclusively of student accommodation; Quayside, built on the southeastern side of the river in the 1980s as an investment project which also provides student accommodation;[40] and Cripps Court, built in the 2000s for extra conference facilities and accommodation.[41]

Main site

[Inside porter's lodge] [Inside the chapel] The main site of the college is the area bounded by Magdalene Street, Chesterton Lane and the River Cam. It is the first area to be populated by college buildings since as early as the 1470s.[42] This area includes Magdalene's First Court, Second Court, Fellows' Garden, and the buildings surrounding them such as the porters' lodge, the Master's Lodge, and the Pepys Library.[43]

Porter's lodge and First Court

Situated on the north-east side of Magdalene Street is the porter's lodge. It is the place where mail to members of the college is delivered and distributed. Past the gatehouse by which the porter's lodge is situated lies First Court.[44] The First Court was the earliest court to be built. From 1760 the Court was faced with stucco, but most of the buildings were restored in a project between 1953 and 1966.[45] The chapel was the first to be built around 1470, while the gatehouse including the porter's lodge and the street-front of the college did not exist until 1585.[46]

The chapel lies in the north range of First Court, and its original construction dates to 1470-72. However, later renovation works meant that little of the original chapel other than the original roof remains. Since the college is dedicated to Mary Magdalene, much of the chapel's artwork describes her story. The glass windows on the eastern wall of the chapel are entirely dedicated to the encounters between Mary Magdalene and Jesus Christ around the time of the crucifixion of Jesus: anointing Jesus with her jug of ointment, watching the crucifixion, weeping at the tomb and recognising Jesus after his resurrection. Compared to most other Cambridge colleges of medieval origin, Magdalene's chapel is much smaller in line with the college's relatively small population.[47] Despite its smaller size, however, the chapel's physical proportions are in keeping with those of other medieval Oxbridge college chapels, reflecting the traditional layout of Solomon's Temple: the ratio of Magdalene's antechapel, choir, and sanctuary (1:4:2) matches that of the Temple's porch, holy place, and holy of holies.[48] In 2000, the chapel received a new Baroque-style pipe organ built by Goetze & Gwynn.[49]

Past the chapel, the hall separates the First Court to the west and the Second Court to the east. This is where daily formal dinners are served. The hall itself was first built in the early 16th century, again with many later refurbishments but never gas or electric lighting—Magdalene's hall is unique in Oxbridge in relying solely on candlelight.[50] To the far end of the hall is the High Table, placed on a platform one step above ground level, where fellows and their guests dine. Students dine at three long benches in front of and perpendicular to the High Table and spanning to the entrance. Flanking the entrance is a double staircase leading to a minstrels' gallery and the senior combination room. The walls of the hall are decorated with 15 portraits of notable benefactors and past members.[51]

Both the old and new Master's Lodges are located just to the north of first court. The old Master's Lodge, connected directly to the building on which the porter's lodge was situated, was built in the 16th century and vacated in 1835. The Master's Lodge then moved to a new location about 50m north of the previous location.[52] This new lodge was subsequently torn down and rebuilt in 1967 to give the Master a less grandiose, but more comfortable residence. The building which used to be first Master's Lodge is now known as Old Lodge and is predominantly used for student accommodation.[53] Other than Old Lodge, there are also student rooms scattered around the buildings surrounding First Court, including the areas on top of the hall.[54]

Second Court and gardens

Past the formal hall, the Second Court is most clearly marked by the Pepys Building, where the Pepys Library is housed. The architect and polymath Robert Hooke, otherwise best known for coining the idea of a biological cell, participated in designing this building in 1677, and construction carried on from then until the 1700s because of the college's lack of money.[55] The inscription on the arch in front of the building, _Bibliotheca Pepysiana 1724_, refers to the year in which the Pepys Diary was donated to the college, rather than the year in which the building was completed.[56] Because of the famous Pepys Diary, the Pepys Library became a popular tourist destination in Cambridge.[57] The ground and basement levels of the Pepys Building host the college library where undergraduate course books are available, and is therefore a major study spot for undergraduates.[58] The Pepys Building was constructed in such a way that it would provide a good view of the Fellows' Garden.[59] Construction of a new College Library began in 2018; the new building, designed by Niall McLaughlin Architects, will offer three times more space.[60][61]

[Fellows' Garden Path in autumn] Also situated on Second Court is Bright's Building, named after Mynors Bright, who was most famous for having deciphered the Pepys Diary. It was built in 1908–09 by Aston Webb to provide extra accommodation to host increasing numbers of undergraduate students.[62] The largest room in Bright's Building is Ramsay Hall, named after Allen Beville Ramsay. The room was originally intended to be a lecture room, but it was later refurbished in 1949 to become the college's canteen.[63]

The Fellows' Garden, situated behind Pepys Building, included a Roman-era flood barrier bank which became today's Monk's Walk, a raised footpath leading from the south side of Pepys Building to the exit of the Fellows' Garden on Chesterton Lane. At the time of the college's establishment in 1428, the Fellows' Garden was a series of fishponds. The fishponds were filled between 1586 and 1609, but it was not until the 1660s that plans to cultivate a garden on the land were realised. Most of the trees planted in the original plan of the garden were chopped down and replaced in a renovation in the early 1900s, under the instruction of botanist Walter Gardiner. Most of the newly planted trees were black poplars and its variant, Lombardy poplars. Some fruit trees, such as quince, cherry and plum trees, were later planted in the 1980s-90s. Squirrels, and the occasional woodpecker may be spotted in the garden; there are also a few flowerbeds in the garden in which the gardeners grow seasonal flowers.[64] Near the northwest corner of the Fellows’ Garden lies a Victorian pet cemetery with several gravestones and statues of departed dogs and cats of the College.[65]

Adjacent to the Fellows' Garden are two other gardens: the Master's Garden, which is part of the Master's Lodge and separated from the Fellows' Garden by a brick wall,[66] and the River Court, a small, brick-paved patch of land between Bright's Building and the River Cam, where seasonal flowers are on display in the flowerbeds.[67]

The Village

[Benson Court] [Mallory Court] [Buckingham Court] The area of the college across Magdalene Street from porter's lodge, bounded by Magdalene Street, Northampton Street, the River Cam and St John's College is known as the Magdalene Village.[68] It includes Benson Court, Mallory Court and Buckingham Court, and consists almost exclusively of student accommodation.[69] The whole area of the Village was gradually developed over a period of 45 years by three different architects, Harry Redfern, Sir Edwin Lutyens and David Roberts. The first building to be developed was Mallory Court B (1925–26) and the last was the new Buckingham Court building (1968–70). Lutyens had an original plan which involved demolishing many existing buildings in the area and constructing new buildings that matched the general look and feel of the college's main site, but this plan was scrapped due to insufficient funding and the only part of Lutyens' plan that was realised was the Lutyens building.[70]

Passing through an obscure wooden gate opposite the porter's lodge, the open courtyard of Benson Court can be seen. Benson Court was named after A. C. Benson, master of Magdalene College from 1915 to 1925. Benson was best known for writing the lyrics of _Land of Hope and Glory_, a British patriotic song set to the tune of Edward Elgar's _Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1_.[71] The cottages to either side of the entrance pathway are all pre-existing buildings that were converted into student accommodation in the 1960s. In particular, Benson Court H is one of the few buildings in college whose structure survived from the 16th century, and presents its 17th-century facade which was previously known as Cross Keys Inn to the street front of Magdalene Street.[72] To the left of the courtyard is a gentle grassy slope that leads to the “Magdalene beach”, where the college punts are moored and parties are held in the summer.[73]

Across the courtyard is the Lutyens building, also designated Benson A-E, which was built and named after Sir Edwin Lutyens, the architect who planned much of the Village. Due to a lack of funding, it was the only part of Lutyens' original grandiose plan that was actually built. Part of the building's cost was sponsored by subscriptions raised by Harvard in memory of Henry Dunster, who studied in Magdalene in 1627-30 and later became a founding father of Harvard University. Hence, the crest of Harvard with the inscription _Veritas_ can be found at the entrance to the D staircase.[74] Each staircase in the building had slightly different banister designs, which Lutyens explained was “to help Magdalene men to feel in the dark whether they were entering the correct staircase”.[75] The Lutyens building currently hosts about 60 students and fellows as well as the college launderette.[76]

Another two courts can be found to the northwest of Benson Court: Mallory Court and Buckingham Court. Mallory Court was named after George Mallory, the British mountaineer who famously answered “Because it's there” when asked why he wanted to climb Mount Everest.[77] The court itself comprises student rooms, some new and some converted from existing buildings which include a defunct brewery. Buckingham Court has two groups of buildings, which includes the “Tan Yard Cottages” incorporated to the college and refurbished in 1966, and a new building which contains the college's car park. The new Buckingham building, completed in 1970, marked the completion of the entire Magdalene Village.[78]

Quayside

[The stepped Cripps Court garden] [Cripps Court Orangery] Most of the buildings bounded by the River Cam, Bridge Street and Thompson's Lane are owned by Magdalene College, despite being completely covered by shop-fronts and restaurants on the ground level. Many of these buildings are part of the Quayside development project, built between 1983–89, as part of a business plan of the college. As for student accommodation, this part of the college includes the Bridge Street and Thompson's Lane hostels.[79]

Cripps Court

Situated on the opposite side of Chesterton Road from the main site of the college, Cripps Court is the newest part of Magdalene. It was built between 2003-05 in response to increasing demands for extra accommodation and conference facilities. The site of Cripps Court is a natural southerly slope, which can be seen from the stepped courtyard in between the buildings.[80] The court was sponsored by, and named after, the Cripps family headed by Humphrey Cripps. It contains a 142-seat auditorium,[81] 5 seminar rooms, an oak-roofed event gallery also called the orangery, and about 60 student rooms.[82]

Events and traditions

Spelling and pronunciation of name

The college is officially known as “The College of Saint Mary Magdalene”, with “Magdalene” customarily pronounced “Maudlyn” ( ). The name was chosen when Thomas Audley re-founded and dedicated the college to Mary Magdalene in 1542. In early documents, the name of the college was spelt “Maudleyn” as it was pronounced. Although the standard pronunciation of the name “Magdalene” in the English language has changed, the customary pronunciation of the college's name was retained.[83]

With the development of the General Post Office during the 19th century, the spelling of the college's name was fixed as “Magdalene” with a final “e”, to avoid confusion with Magdalen College, Oxford.[84] The two colleges are pronounced the same.

College grace

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|                       | Latin                 | English               |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| Ante Prandium         | _ (response – Amen)_  | 'Bless us Lord and    |
|                       |                       | your gifts, which     |
|                       |                       | from your bounty we   |
|                       |                       | are about to receive, |
|                       |                       | and grant that we,    |
|                       |                       | healthfully sustained |
|                       |                       | by them, may render   |
|                       |                       | to you our dutiful    |
|                       |                       | service, through      |
|                       |                       | Jesus Christ, our     |
|                       |                       | Lord and Saviour      |
|                       |                       | (response – Amen)'    |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| Post Prandium         | _ (response - )_      | Praise to God         |
|                       |                       | (response – Thanks be |
|                       |                       | to God)               |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+

May Ball

The College's famous May Ball had been a biennial fixture since 1911.

People associated with Magdalene

Masters

[Rowan Williams, Former Master of the College] Master of Magdalene College is the title given to the Head of House. Rowan Williams, former Archbishop of Canterbury (2002–12) became the Master on 1 January 2013.[85] Sir Christopher John Greenwood succeeded Rowan Williams as master of Magdalene on 1 October 2020.

Power to appoint the Master was vested until 2012 in the Visitor of the College. Following an amendment to the College Statutes which was approved by the Queen in Council in February 2012, the Master is now appointed by the Governing Body of the College. The Master usually serves until reaching the statutory fellowship retirement age of 67. Exceptionally, this period may be extended until the Master in question reaches 70 as occurred in the case of Duncan Robinson, Master from 2002 to 2012.

With the position of Master comes College-based residency in the form of the Master's Lodge, which may be populated and decorated according to the wishes of the Master. Traditionally, every Sunday, the Master attends the service in the College Chapel before sitting at the head of the High Table in Hall for formal hall.

Notable current and past fellows

-   Nicholas Boyle, Schroeder Professor of German and biographer of Goethe
-   Howard Chase, Professor of Biochemical Engineering
-   Tim Clutton-Brock, zoologist known particularly for his work on red deer and meerkats
-   Helen Cooper, Professor of Medieval and Renaissance English, a Chair formerly held by three previous Magdalene fellows: C. S. Lewis, J. A. W. Bennett, and John Stevens
-   Hannah Critchlow, Outreach Fellow, author, broadcaster and neuroscientist
-   Saul Dubow, Smuts Professor of Commonwealth History
-   Eamon Duffy, Professor of the History of Christianity and well known Roman Catholic commentator
-   Richard Ellis, Professor of Astrophysics, University College London and former Director of Palomar Observatory, California
-   Peter J. Grubb, ecologist and botanist
-   John Gurdon, former Master, honorary fellow, developmental biologist, begetter of the Gurdon Institute, Nobel prizewinner in 2012
-   C. S. Lewis, literary critic, author and theologian
-   Derek Oulton, formerly Permanent Secretary, Lord Chancellor's Department
-   I. A. Richards, English literary critic and rhetorician, considered one of the founders of the contemporary study of literature in English
-   David Roberts (1911–82), architect and Director of Studies in Architecture, designer of more student housing in England than any other architect of his generation.
-   Emma Rothschild, Jeremy and Jane Knowles Professor of History at Harvard University, director of the Centre for History and Economics

Notable alumni

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Notable honorary fellows

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title: Magdalene College, Cambridge

question: Why did some of Magdalene College's male undergraduates wear black armbands and fly the college flag at half-mast?

answer: Some of the male undergraduates staged a protest when the school started to admit women in 1988.

question: What is Samuel Pepys known for?

answer: He was best known for the "Pepys Diary", which provided a major eyewitness account for the Great Fire of London of 1666.


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_TWO WEEKS IN ANOTHER TOWN_ is a 1962 American drama film directed by Vincente Minnelli and starring Kirk Douglas, Edward G. Robinson, Cyd Charisse, Claire Trevor, Daliah Lavi, George Hamilton, and Rosanna Schiaffino. It was based on a novel by Irwin Shaw.

The film depicts the shooting of a romantic costume drama in Rome by a team of decadent Hollywood stars, during the Hollywood on the Tiber era. It contains several references to _The Bad and the Beautiful,_ a previous successful movie directed by Minnelli, also starring Douglas.

The story was seen by some as a depiction of the relationships among Tyrone Power, Linda Christian and Darryl Zanuck. At the time of its release, the film was seen as a box-office failure, with overall losses totaling approximately $3 million.

Plot

Once an established movie star, Jack Andrus has hit rock bottom. An alcoholic, he has been divorced by wife Carlotta, barely survived a car crash, and spent three years in a sanitarium recovering from a nervous breakdown.

Maurice Kruger, a film director who was something of a mentor to Andrus, is a has-been. However, he has landed a job in Italy, directing a movie that stars Davie Drew, a handsome, up-and-coming young actor.

Andrus is offered a chance to come to Rome and play a role in Kruger's new film. He is crestfallen upon arriving when told that the part is no longer available to him. Kruger's mean-spirited wife Clara doesn't pity him a bit, but Andrus is invited to take a lesser job assisting at Cinecittà Studio with the dubbing of the actors' lines.

While working, he socializes with the beautiful Veronica, but she actually is in love with Drew. The actor is having a great deal of difficulty with his part, and the movie is over budget and behind schedule. Kruger's stress is increased by the constant harping of Clara, resulting in a heart attack that sends the director to the hospital.

Andrus is asked to take over the director's chair and complete the film. Glad to do this favor for Kruger, he takes charge and gets the film back on schedule. The actors respond to him so much that Drew's representatives tell Andrus the actor will insist on his directing Drew's next film.

Proud of what he has done, Andrus goes to Kruger in the hospital, delighted to report the progress he's made, only to be attacked by Clara for trying to undermine Kruger and steal his movie from him. Andrus is shocked when Kruger sides with her.

An all-night descent into an alcohol-fueled rage follows. Carlotta goes along as a drunken Andrus gets behind the wheel of a car and races through the streets of Rome, nearly killing both of them.

At the last minute, Andrus comes to his senses. He vows to return home, continue his sobriety and get his life back on track.

Cast

-   Kirk Douglas as Jack Andrus
-   Edward G. Robinson as Maurice Kruger
-   Cyd Charisse as Carlotta
-   Claire Trevor as Clara Kruger
-   Daliah Lavi as Veronica
-   George Hamilton as Davie Drew
-   Rosanna Schiaffino as Barzelli
-   James Gregory as Tom Byrd
-   Mino Doro as Film producer Tucino

Production

_Two Weeks in Another Town_ was created by the same team that worked on _The Bad and the Beautiful_: director (Vincente Minnelli), producer (John Houseman), screenwriter (Charles Schnee), composer (David Raksin), male star (Kirk Douglas), and studio (MGM). Both movies feature performances of the song “Don't Blame Me”: by Leslie Uggams in _Two Weeks_ and by Peggy King in _The Bad and the Beautiful_. In one scene of the former, the cast watches clips from _The Bad and the Beautiful_ in a screening room, presented as a movie in which Douglas's character, Jack Andrus, had starred. _Two Weeks_ is not a sequel; however, the characters in the two stories are unrelated.

George Hamilton was cast as “a troubled, funky James Dean-type actor, for which I couldn't have been less appropriate” as he later admitted.[1]

In the scene where Jack Andrus searches for David Drew in nightclubs in Rome, the song is “O' Pellirossa” featuring the Italian singer and drummer Gegè Di Giacomo.

The adult subject matter ran into problems with the MPAA and the conservative studio executives at MGM. Joseph Vogel, the new studio head, wanted to transform the project into a “family film” and had it re-edited without Minnelli's input, reducing the total running time by 15 minutes. Both Minnelli and Houseman protested but to no avail. An orgy-party scene inspired by Federico Fellini's _La Dolce Vita_ was deleted as well as a melancholy monologue by Cyd Charisse that was supposed to humanize her character. Kirk Douglas later wrote in his 1988 autobiography that “this was such an injustice to Vincente Minnelli, who'd done such a wonderful job with the film. And an injustice to the paying public, who could have had the experience of watching a very dramatic, meaningful film. They released it that way, emasculated.”[2]

Reception

Critical

Initially, the film wasn't well-received by critics or the public. Bosley Crowther in his _New York Times_ review of August 18, 1962 wrote: “The whole thing is a lot of glib trade patter, ridiculous and unconvincing snarls and a weird professional clash between the actor and director that is like something out of a Hollywood cartoon.”

The film's reputation has greatly improved over time. David Thomson called it “underrated,” writing in _The New Biographical Dictionary of Film_ that it was “invested with such intense psychological detail that the narrative faults vanish.” Jonathan Rosenbaum wrote that it was “one of [Minnelli]'s last great pictures...The costumes, decor, and 'Scope compositions show Minnelli at his most expressive, and the gaudy intensity—as well as the inside detail about the movie business—makes this compulsively watchable.”[3]

Box office

According to MGM records, the film earned $1 million in the U.S. and Canada and $1.5 million elsewhere, resulting in an overall loss of $2,969,000.[4]

[1] George Hamilton & William Stadiem, _Don't Mind If I Do_, Simon & Schuster 2008 p 157

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title: Two Weeks in Another Town

question: Summarize the redemption arc of the main character, Jack Andrus.

answer: Jack Andrus is a divorced alcoholic who survived a near-fatal car accident and then spends years in a mental institution following his nervous breakdown. He is offered a role in a picture set to film in Rome but travels there to learn the role, for whatever reason, is not available to him, and winds up as an assistant on the set. He has dalliances with women who are in relationships, indulges carelessly in affairs, and doesn't make good decisions. When the director has a heart attack Jack assumes his place. The director gets mad, and Jack responds by getting into an alcohol-fueled night of rage that culminates in his and his lover's narrowly surviving a car accident. Jack elects to return home, bowing out of the production, to get his life and substance abuse issues straight.


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JOHN LESLIE COOPER (born 16 December 1933) is a retired British Anglican priest. He was a senior clergyman in the Anglican Diocese of Birmingham in the last quarter of the 20th century, serving as Archdeacon of Aston from 1982 to 1990.[1]

Cooper was educated at Tiffin School and Chichester Theological College.[2] After National Service in the Royal Artillery he was a management trainee with GEC. Aftyer ordination he was Assistant Curate at All Saints, Kings Heath from 1962 to 1965. He was then a Prison Chaplain from 1965 until 1972. He was Priest in charge of St Paul's, Balsall Heath from 1973 to 1982. He was Archdeacon of Aston from 1982 to 1990; and then of Coleshill until 1993. Finally he was an Assistant Curate at Holy Trinity, Sutton Coldfield from 1993 to 1996.

[1] ‘COOPER, Rev. Canon John Leslie’, Who's Who 2017, A & C Black, an imprint of Bloomsbury Publishing plc, 2017; online edn, Oxford University Press, 2016 ; online edn, Nov 2016 [http://www.ukwhoswho.com/view/article/oupww/whoswho/U11803, accessed 24 Dec 2016]

[2] _Crockford's Clerical Directory 1975-76_ London: OUP, 1976

title: John Cooper (Archdeacon of Aston)

question: Where was Cooper a senior clergyman?

answer: The Anglican Diocese of Birmingham

question: Where was Cooper educated?

answer: He was educated at Tiffin School and Chichester Theological College.

question: What was Cooper doing from 1993 to 1996?

answer: He was an Assistant Curate at Holy Trinity, Sutton Coldfield from 1993 to 1996.

question: Name all the positions where Cooper worked?

answer: A management trainee, Assistant Curate, Prison Chaplain, Priest, Archdeacon, senior clergyman and Assistant Curate

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses Jim Cooper. He is a retired British Anglican Priest who was a senior clergyman in the Anglican Diocese of Birmingham in the last quarter of the 20th century, and served as Archdeacon of Aston from 1982 to 1990.


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[Title Pending]

The chilled winds of November blew the hardest they had all year. Simple contact of bare skin would leave you with goosebumps. But she didn't care. She was sixteen and she was independent. What better of a place to be for an independent teenage girl than the bus stop at midnight? Lucy was the average teenager, despite her claims of uniqueness. Her hair was multiple shades of multiple colors, and her jeans were ripped because that was “the style”.

Her mother didn't care where she was. Lucy always came back by the morning. Why would tonight be different? And thus her routine remained the same as always. Bed by eleven, phone off, and doors unlocked for Lucy. She would never know until morning.

The TANK was taking too long. And Lucy was getting stressed. Four, she had four cigarettes left. She'd have to get more in the morning.  After two drags she was calming down, but still no bus in sight. Lucy suspected some cripple was slowing it down.

Another drag, but her thoughts were not on her cigarette. It was on the noise coming from the bush beside her. It almost sounded as if something where moving in there. Adrenaline was already flowing throughout her. Another drag to calm herself, but the tobacco caused the opposite effect. Then it stopped. No more noise at all. No more wind, no more sound from anything besides herself.

“What's a young thing like you doing out on a night like this? And don't you know that tobacco kills? Stupid girl.” She hadn't expected him; he stood at least a foot above her. And he had startled her. Lucy was out of words, and her adrenaline wasn't helping. So she took a drag.

“It's like you didn't hear me at all. I said they kill!” He was shouting now. Then he advanced toward her in one smooth stride. She threw the only thing she had at him, her cigarette. He caught it as if he had expected her to throw it. As he clenched his fist Lucy could see the cigarette go out in his skin. But he showed no pain toward the burning ash in his palm. He simply tossed it aside into the bush.

“Now that wasn't too hard was it Lucy?” He had said her name. The bus still hadn't come. Lucy had one plan, run. As she turned she collided with another figure. She never saw his face, and she never let out a scream.

title: [Title Pending]

question: Why was Lucy out late at night?

answer: It is not stated.

question: Why didn't her mother care to know her whereabouts?

answer: It appears she was used to Lucy's independent lifestyle.

question: Did the man who spoke to Lucy appear from the bushes?

answer: That information is not known.

question: Why didn't the cigarette burn the man's palm when he squeezed it?

answer: It is not stated.

question: What is the tank?

answer: That information is not known.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Lucy was an independent, unique teenager who usually kept late nights, and her carefree mother seemed used to her daily routine. Because of this, she would always leave the door unlocked for Lucy, knowing she'd be back home by morning. One night, while waiting for the bus, which took a long time to arrive, a man, who seemed to know Lucy, accosted her for smoking.


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This is a story I just wrote, that isn't finished yet. I've been feeling down lately and It's helped to write stuff down. It's kind of a fictionalized reflection of myself. Please don't bash too hard on my writing or grammer, this is the first thing I've written for a long time.

Alexa

Her sparklingly beautiful hazel eyes were locked to his. Dark auburn hair and thick black rimmed glasses covered part of her small freck covered face. A slight smile rose her cheeks. He smiled back, causing his heart rate rise exponentially.  A feeling manifested in the pit of his stomach which he had never felt before. David would usually be trying to cope with his inconfidence by looking away, but for some reason this time was different, he didn’t care. The ice cream that she had scooped was starting drip onto her red blouse. As soon as she realized it was dripping all over her shirt, a middle aged mother with her two children started blabbering to her about not listening. Seven seconds was how long it lasted, and that was the end of it. She looked away, cleaned off the melting ice cream and attended to the demandingly ungrateful customers. The moment that David may never receive ever again had passed, forever. Seven seconds was how long it lasted, it was pure mental ecstasy. David craved these moments, but he thought they can’t happen in real life. He was probably the shyest person he knew, mostly because he doesn’t know that many people. In Fact, he only has one real friend, who only communicates on his terms with an outdated instant message service. David did not introduce himself to this beautiful redhead, instead he looked away awkwardly, got up and left. While walking to his appartment in a terrible neighborhood in Seattle, David mentally tortured himself for making this decision, because he knew that he would never see her ever again. David never speaks to anyone without them initiating first, it is a curse deep inside his being that he wish could just tear up into tiny pieces and burn them. Still, the image of her sparkly dark red hair was burned to his eyeballs, and it made him think about his choices and how he could have acted differently.

Her imperfections were his favourite part about her. Her freckles were many and her small breasts were stunning in her red top. She was 11 out of 10. David told himself he “would do anything to just say, hello.”, but that wasn’t true and he knew it. He just didn’t know how to deal with the situation. David locked his apartment door, made himself a microwave burrito and went on to his laptop. This is the place where you can guarantee he’ll be for most days and nights. Reddit, netflix and 4chan were the usual. He didn’t use facebook much, since he didn’t have any friends. 2am approached and David told himself to go to sleep. So David did his nightly routine that consists of brushing teeth and and masturbating to clothed pictures of cute normal girls, since he wasn’t fond of big breasted asian hardcore porn. He wasn’t sure if he was being creepy or appreciating reality. After laying back and thinking in his pitch dark room, he couldn’t stop thinking about this girl. He didn’t even know her name, he just knew her face and in this moment, his dream of being an computer programming superstar looked so distant, he had come to an painful realization, his life might not turn out how he planned.

David was 20 years old, mildly overweight but had a decent face, at least he thought so. His voice was very deep and monotone and he always wore dark blue jeans and some kind of geeky t-shirt. He starred at her, taking in her beauty. He couldn't get passed how beautiful her hair was, and that he was actually in the same room as her. The sunset shining from the window behind her blinded David's view, but it made the moment more exciting. She started laughing and looking down and kind of embarassed. The light shining from her eyes was more intense than anything he had ever encountered. It was the cutest and sexiest thing David had ever whitnessed. Then her smile faded and the sunlight shining through the large window began to engulph her. Whiteness surrounded her and David's eyes began to ache. "Are you okay?" David heard a girl's voice say. Then a loud alarm which sounded as if it were a firetruck screeched into David's ears. David awoke, his eyes clouded and his underware was surprisingly dry. David smacked the alarm clock which read 11:14am. He stayed in bed for a few minutes regaining his conciousness and thinking about her, and his life. He struggles with the things that most people might say are no struggle at all, but dispite all of that, David said to himself "Today is the day."

title: Alexa

question: What does the girl with the auburn hair do for a living?

answer: The girl sells ice cream to the public. As she looks into David's eyes, she loses focus and spills ice cream on her shirt. The woman with the two children complains that she isn't listening and the girl regains her focus. She cleans the ice cream from her shirt and attends to the customers again.

question: Why is David so disappointed with himself when he walks away from the girl?

answer: David is hugely attracted to the girl with the beautiful red hair but he is painfully shy. So, he didn't introduce himself to the girl. Instead, he looked away and left. He tortured himself for doing this because he knew that he would never see her again.

question: Why is David so shy?

question: What occurrence leads to David's decision at the end of the story?

answer: David has decided by the end of the story that he will introduce himself to the girl. This decision is brought about by the dream he has just had. He dreamed he was in the same room as her and she was the cutest and sexiest thing that he had ever encountered.


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Carter looked left and right, scanning the subway station for any potential threats.  He casually walked up to the turnstile, putting his hands on either side and hopped over the rotating bars.  A dexterous dismount followed by a smooth  landing proved that Carter had done this before. He had enough money for the $2.50 Metrocard but this was more fun.  He must've saved dozens of dollars over the years doing this, even with the fifty dollar ticket he once got in Brooklyn.
	Carter walked up to the platform, his heart beating from this petty crime.  He was always a bit unnerved by jumping the turnstile but the adrenaline rush was enough of a reward for him.  He waited for the local 6 train to bring him back to Grand Central.  There were plenty of benches available but Carter decided to stand; the possibility of having to make small talk with a stranger made him sick.  Carter observed his surroundings using his peripherals, he didn't want people to think he was staring at them.  The two girls to his far left were complaining about the heat in the underground station.  Carter often took solo trips to the city during his summer vacation and grew accustomed to the warm, uncomfortable atmosphere of the station.
	Finally he heard a train making its way to the platform.  He looked down the dark tunnel as it began to grow brighter and brighter.  The light continued to grow until a “4” was visible on the front of the train.  It didn't slow down.  The number 4 train made its way down the middle track, skipping the  unimportant stop at which Carter had found himself waiting.  Carter wished he was like that express train, skipping over all the places he didn't want to go.  Instead, he was a local train, work-bound, home-bound, and soon enough, school-bound once again.  Carter had a few more minutes to observe the other local trains standing near him until finally the long awaited 6 came to a halt.
	It was already 1:30 in the morning by the time the subway doors closed.  By now even the express  wouldn't get Carter back to Grand Central in time to make the last train home.  He took the  northbound subway anyway, he enjoyed the trip.  There were always people to observe, each one with a different story that Carter could compose.  His inspiration was limited tonight as only a few accompanied Carter on the late-night ride.  His eyes wondered over to the two girls he had overheard on the platform.  A mini-skirt accompanied by a short black dress is all Carter saw in the two girls.  They were discussing the intriguing, controversial issue of meeting guys at nightclubs versus meeting guys at bars.  Mini-Skirt made a persuasive argument for nightclubs while Short Black Dress was a strong proponent of bars.  The debate was heated, each girl unwilling to change her viewpoint.  These girls were living the express life.
	Finally the train stopped at its final destination, Grand Central.  Mini-Skirt and Short Black Dress stood up and got off the train, Carter following only a few feet behind them.  The girls seemed unaware that the last train out of the city had left almost ten minutes ago. With their high-heeled stiletto strut, Mini-Skirt and Short Black Dress continued onward to the main terminal.  Carter, all the wiser,  took the street exit.
	Nowhere to go, nothing to do, needed by no one: just the way Carter liked it.  Freedom overcame his senses as he strolled down 42nd street, allowing his arms to swing back and forth like pendulums.  He wasn't a local train, not even an express.  Carter was much more than that now.  He could walk around aimlessly until the 5:36 local arrived to bring him back to a place where such a freedom didn't exist.  He wasn't school-bound, work-bound, or home-bound.  He wasn't bound at all.

title: The Local

question: Summarize the ways in which Carter is like a train.

answer: Carter compares himself to a local train, obliged to stop frequently and bound to home, work and school. He wants to be more like the city express train that flashes past his slower train in the subway. For the period between trains in Grand Central Station, he enjoys the freedom of not having to be anywhere.

question: What does the story say about Mini-Skirt and Short Black Dress?

answer: Mini-Skirt and Short Black Dress are the names Carter mentally assigns to two women who are his fellow train passengers. The names reflect what each is wearing. They are both wearing stiletto heels and are debating the best place to meet guys: nightclubs or bars. After disembarking one train, they continue walking to the main terminal, unaware they have missed the last train from the city and will have to wait until the morning train arrives.

question: Describe the bus route.

question: What does the story say about the subway station heat?

answer: Carter is used to the heat, having grown up taking train trips in the summer. Two fellow passengers on the subway train with him complain about it with each each other, possibly implying they have not frequently traveled to and from the city.


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H.P. BROEKER HOUSE is a historic home located at Washington, Franklin County, Missouri. It was built about 1868, and is a two-story, five bay, brick dwelling on a brick foundation. It has a flat roof, one story shed-roofed rear ell, and low segmental arched door and window openings.[1]

It was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 2000.[2]

[1]  (includes 6 photographs from 1999)

[2]

title: H. P. Broeker House

question: What is H.P. Broeker House?

answer: A historic home.

question: Where is it located?

answer: Washington, Franklin County, Missouri.

question: When was it built?

answer: 1868.

question: When was it listed on the National Register of Historic Places?

answer: 2000.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The H.P. Broeker House is a historic home in Washington, Franklin County, Missouri. In 2000, it was put on the National Register of Historic Places.


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Don't write off El Salvador as a country of crime, civl war and tattooed gangs. Here are ten things we loved from our visit.

01. pupusas

Cornmeal dough is probably one of our least favourite foodstuffs so far, but stuff it full of lots of ooey-gooey cheese, and we've found a winner.

Pupusas in El Salvador, are what fish'n'chips are to the UK. Traditionally filled with cheese and frijoles, and served along a pickled slaw and hot sauce, a number of progressive pupuserias are experimenting with new flavours - our favourite being a garlic-cheese version that tasted something like the best garlic-cheese bread you've ever eaten! Surprisingly, we ate only a handful of mediocre attempts, and were most impressed by a little ma and pa stand in El Tunco that were more than worth the few extra pence per pupusa!

02. ruta de las flores

In our haste to reach the coast, we almost missed out on this spectacular part of El Salvador. Set amongst sky-high coffee plantations, lush green landscapes and picturesque and peaceful villages - only a couple of hours away from manic San Salvador, but it feels like a million miles.

03. surf

El Salvador is THE place to surf in Central America, or so it seems given the number of wave-starved Ozzies traversing the continent to hit-up El Tunco or El Cuco's hidden breaks. Whilst we were very unimpressed with El Tunco's less than pristine black-sand beaches, one need only see the number of surf shops, sun-bleached hair and sun-kissed bodies to appreciate that a town doesn't have to be pretty to have some killer waves!

04. people and preconceptions

As a mainstay in 'Most Dangerous places in the world' lists and with countless youtube documentaries and news articles depicting the brutal gang-warfare that plagues this once peaceful country, many travellers decide to skip El Salvador altogether.

We are intrinsically suspicious people, constantly sneaking glances at our bags at the back of the bus and taking every piece of advice with a grain of salt. Our nerves were even more frayed after reading so many horror stories, but the people of El Salvador surpassed every other Central American country for their kindness. On three separate occasions we were helped off buses and shown to suitable accommodation (not just to those owned by uncles, cousins or the man that repairs his trousers, before you ask!), whilst people would helpfully point out where and where not to go. Of course, the sceptical and wary Brit within has each time wondered whether this was the beginning of a scam, but their concern and hospitality was 100% genuine.

05. coffee

Before El Salvador became synonymous with gang violence, it was excellent coffee which made this small country famous - in its 1980s hay-day it accounted for 50% of the GDP. Whilst this industry has since experienced a small decline, it is still home to a number of large _fincas_ and smaller co-operatives. Unfortunately most of the good stuff gets exported out of the country so try and join a tour to get a taste of the best the country has to offer!

06. parades

Parades are a big deal all over Latin America - no celebration seems to be complete without a few brightly coloured costumes and a brass band marching down the street, but the Independence Day celebrations in El Salvador were second to none. Even in the pouring rain, the sense of community and overwhelming joy was palpable. For a glimpse through our lens, check this out.

07. tortuga verde

A budget backpacker's idea of luxury often only extends to include showers not requiring flip-flops and free filtered water but at this little retreat in the small beach town of El Cuco you get that plus so much more! Reminiscent of some of the fancier holidays we took with parents when money was less of an object (because it wasn't ours!), Tortuga Verde provides the sort of luxury you'd expect from a fancy resort, but with a price and atmosphere for us scruffy travellers. (with free yoga thrown in to boot!)

No itinerary in El Salvador would be complete without a couple of days spent in this little gem.

08. size

As self-professed lovers of slow-travel, we are in the fortunate position that we can usually take as long as we need to really see and appreciate a new country, but we understand that not everyone is so lucky. So many countries could take years to properly cover, which is more time than even we have.

For those with only a couple of weeks, El Salvador is a really great option. In only a handful of days even the most time-stressed backpacker can enjoy highland vistas, chase a few waves, glimpse into a country's past and sample city life without having to board a flight or take too epic a bus journey.

09. everything costs $1

Want a bottle of water? That'll be $1. Bus journey to ummm, anywhere? A dollar. Three pupusas for dinner? You guessed it, $1. The price for a wandering gringo in El Salvador sometimes makes you feel like it is a 'Everything for $1' shop masquerading as a country.

10. street art

As is true across the world, political conflict breeds artistic expression, and no less so here. Brightly coloured murals adorn the walls of almost every town we visited, silently pleading with following generations not to forget what went before and to remember the reasons for the struggles.

start planning for el salvador with our guides

question: What does the article say about the culinary advantages of El Salvador?

answer: The author thinks their pupusas, cornmeal dough filled traditionally with cheese and frijoles, are amazing. The best one they found was from a little ma & pa stand in El Tunco. El Salvador is known for its great coffee, but the author points out that the best coffee usually gets exported out of the country. That's why they recommend joining a tour.

question: Summarize the surprising aspects of the author's trip to El Salvador.

answer: The best pupusa, El Salvador's customary snack akin to fish and chips, they found was in a little ma & pa shop. The great landscape of Ruta De Las Flores was just a few hours from San Salvador, and the waves in a few places were perfect for surfing. The biggest surprise for the author was the friendliness of the populace after hearing so much about the gang wars, etc.

question: What does the article say about avoiding fights in the streets?


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//This is the first short story I've ever written, so I will be eternally grateful to get some feedback and comments on it.

--

She said, there go the birds again.

They would cry before the break of dawn perching on our window sills  while making our home their shelter.

I have never really taken notice of them. Their incessant cries in the mornings have always been just ‘part of it’, as were many other things. When I was little, Father used it to trap little sparrows with promises of fresh fruits; Mother even trapped a fruit bat once. It was exhilarating. However, we always let them go regardless of what they were.

The trap remained empty after two weeks. This time, Mother’s intent was to make an example of these flighted vermin.

Then came one.

(The question)

“What are you waiting for?”

It kept its steady gaze on me, even as its head stuck out of the trap at an awkward angle, looking like a disjointed puppet.

“You know, I'm the one who is trapped here,” it said, “so what are you waiting for?”

At any other time, this conversation may have been a sign of delirium. But sometimes, it takes a new and unbiased perspective to put things back into perspective.

“I’m not waiting for anything.”

It knew at once that this was a lie and more. I was on my guard and I knew that it was simply trying to gain my trust and regain its right to freedom.

“I can help you. I know you, I’ve watched you for a while and shared your pain. I’ve hear your thoughts even when you think that no one is listening.”

Its sleek feathers were gently moving under the afternoon breeze. A dark cloud overhead threatened to bring rain, which would be fine for most people; we were safe under a warm roof but birds of its feather were vulnerable to the elements.

“I do not think that you would care for a minute about a being like me, but I too feel the same as you do. Like I said, we share your pain, we know your thoughts, all you need to do is to believe and listen.”

(The Confession)

I realized then that I was holding my breath all this time, listening as the stranger spoke.

“My mind, body and soul are not my own. I have lived my life in the shadows of others. I’ve moulded myself at the whims of those around me; my being exists for the convenience of those whom I hold dear. I am lost and I don’t know how to change.”

The bird tipped its head and looked straight into my staring eyes.

“And then what? Are you just going to continue making excuses for the rest of your days?”

Excuses? Excuses… They were not excuses. These were the reasons that had moved me when I thought there was nothing else ahead. The driving forces behind a life that was once thought forsaken. But somewhere along the line it seemed, someone else took the reins. A wall had been erected and instead of protecting what was fragile, it contained what was meant to flourish. An infallible personality, loved and accepted, all done to blend in and move with the tides.

Listening with a slightly bemused expression, the bird saw beyond the wall and into the core. It saw tears and blood, but they were empty. They were not shed from pain nor happiness, regret nor contentment.

“What is it you really want? You cannot change what has already happened, and everything that had happened, did for a reason. You cannot seek the light unless you are already in the darkness; you cannot reach for the sky, if you have not already fallen to the ground. What you are bound to is only your own reflections of what you think need to be fulfilled. No one else owns the responsibility to you. If you want to fly, set yourself free.”

A bird of far too many thoughts and far too many words. I slide the triggered catch and pulled.

It did not move.

title: perched.

question: What does the text say about the stranger?

answer: The stranger is a talking bird who was caught in a trap. The bird tries to convince the narrator to take risks in life while the narrator thinks the bird is just trying to regain its freedom. In the end, the bird doesn't fly away immediately when the trap door is opened.

question: What does the text say about how birds talk?


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Officeless: What You Should Know

May 16, 2019

Now is the time to realize your entrepreneurial dream. After all, you don’t need much. Just a laptop, some WiFi, and the ability to work whenever wherever, right? It’s all about the freedom to set your own hours, travel the world, relax and live life the way you want.

Well, not quite.

There are many, many advantages to going officeless, but there are some drawbacks to consider too. Before you trade in the 9-5 to start your anti-cubicle, commute-free life, know that:

The Officeless life is Hard on Extroverts

If you are a social person, going from seeing your co-workers every day, having lunch with your team, and chatting around the water cooler to working alone at your kitchen table is very difficult. Humans crave interaction and attachment. Don’t underestimate how lonely working from home or on the road can be. Even if you are enjoying travels in a new country, are you forming meaningful relationships or are you meeting people briefly before hitting the road again?

It’s Surprisingly Difficult to Travel and Work

Whether you are working in an office or working unconfined, a job is a job. That means there are expectations, people counting on you, and deadlines to meet. You need to be reliable and that can be difficult when traveling the world. Time changes, access to WiFi (last time I checked, sprawling beaches had little WiFi access), travel delays and more can not only affect your work hours, they also affect the quality of your work. The deadline for an important project where you are collaborating with others won’t wait because you are mid-flight. You must plan very, very carefully – and be prepared to spend many hours of your travel time actually working.

You are Not Your Own Boss

The biggest draw of freelancing is being your own boss. However, that is a myth. Instead of one boss or manager, you now have several. Each client is your boss. They are paying for your time and expect results. You are the manager of your own time, not the boss; and as any freelancer will tell you, you have truly escaped the 9-5. Now it’s more like 6-11.

The Tax Bill is Your Responsibility

One of the biggest mistakes entrepreneurs make when they go officeless is forgetting to account for taxes. When employed, the accounting department took care of your deductions. Now you have to figure that out along with remitting GST/HST/QST, calculating mileage, and documenting write offs. And you have to submit all that paperwork to Canada Revenue Agency and Revenu Québec in a timely manner.

We Can Help with One of Those Things

When it comes to the bookkeeping, you can rely on AF Accounting. We work with entrepreneurs at every stage, from startups to corporations. With individual services such as year-end accounting and tax advice, to a full suite of services like our virtual CFO, from cash flow and budgets to cloud accounting with Xero, we have what you need to help you make the leap to your office-free life. We even have special accounting software for Amazon sellers.

Taking the Leap?

Despite the drawbacks, many people successfully transition from office life to an officeless one. It takes a lot of work, planning, and managed expectations but when done right, it can change your life for the better. If taking the leap, talk to AF Accounting to see how we can help you reach your goals faster.

_Curious about calculating your own payroll deductions? Read this next._

question: What are some of the drawbacks to being officeless?

answer: Remote work is hard on extroverts, it is difficult to travel and work, switching from having one boss to clients being your bosses, doing taxes, etc.

question: According to the article, why is it difficult to travel and work?

answer: Because of scarce Wifi, time differences, travel delays.

question: According to the article, what would be your new working hrs if you were to start freelancing?

answer: 6-11.

question: How can AF Accounting help an entrepreneur?

answer: With services such as year-end accounting and tax advice, to a full suite of services like our virtual CFO, from cash flow and budgets to cloud accounting with Xero

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The text describes some of the challenges of remote work (or how the article would put it: being officeless)


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##This is something that I maybe spent 2-3 hours on,(at work messing around) that I would love to continue.  I just would like a little critique, or just to see if anyone likes it. It is nowhere near a complete work, let alone even a partial work. Military members encouraged to chime in.

Disturbed by an explosion, while looking over his units’ Tactical Maps on his operations laptop, 2nd Lieutenant John Fres jumped to his feet.  He grabbed his M416 assault rifle. He pulled his shirt on and checked the magazine to make sure it was fully loaded, grabbing his rucksack before heading out of his tent.  Within seconds of exiting the tent, Fres gauged his surroundings and bound for his closest subordinate, Sergeant Heckinridge. The sun was just beginning to hit its’ peak for the day, and the air around FOB Milo was getting hotter.

“Sergeant, what have you got for me?!” he yelled, as the shrill whistling sound of mortars permeated the air. “Sir, we have indirect fire incoming.” The Sergeant responded

“Get command on the horn and give them our sitrep.” Heckinridge motioned for his RTO, PFC. James Courage, and replied, “Yes, sir!”

As Fres was waiting for Heckinridge, another shell connected with the ground 50 feet from their location.  Being hunkered down in the trench the only danger they were in was that of sand spray from the blast.  Another of Fres’ men, Specialist Carl Nimby, bound over. “Sir, we have reason to believe that this indirect fire is coming from our west.” he informed Lt. Fres. Fres turned to Nimby, “Have we got eyes on, Corporal?”

“No, sir.” he replied, “We have Richter, Perez and myself sighting it out.”

Another pop, another mortar hit, and Fres ducked his head from the sand blast, waving Nimby off, “Go rejoin them and ping Heckinridge when you have a location.”

 Heckinridge turns to Courage, and grabs the receiver, “AA, this is A-1.”

“AA, copy” The tell tale clacking of rifle fire penetrated the air, and bullets whizzed overhead as Heckinridge responded, “Taking indirect fire, how copy?”

“Have a visual?” came the reply. “Negative.” Silence for a moment and then, “A-1, establish visual, send coordinates. AA Out.” The transmission ended with Fres, and Heckinridge awaiting word from their scouts.

Sergeant Richter and PFC. Perez moved along the trenches towards the sound of the mortar fire. The ground was hard and rough, from the hot sun that scorches the desert. As they walked, dust kicked up behind them and covered their fatigues.

title: Could use a critique. [Military]

question: What happened when Fres was waiting for Heckinridge?

answer: A shell hit the ground 50 feet from his location.

question: Who are the characters in this story?

answer: Lieutenant John Fres, Sergeant Heckinridge, Specialist Carl Nimby, Sergeant Richter, PFC. James Courage, and PFC. Perez

question: What is the setting of this story?

answer: The setting seems to be a site of war or a military base, but it's not clear.

question: Who says "Have a visual"?

answer: It's not clear who is talking specifically, but they are addressed as AA.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Lieutenant John Fres and his military men are startled by unidentified explosions. They communicate with each other through different areas of the supposed military base in hopes of figuring out where the indirect fire is coming from. However, they struggle to find the source.


text: It was the summer of my Sophomore year of high school. This was such a great time in my life.  Girls thought I was hot, I really hadn’t quite hit puberty yet, I had great friends to fuck around with, and best of all, I discovered weed.  When everyone starts smoking weed they think they’re the shit, and my friends and I were no exception.  It was like being in this cool exclusive club that came with its own music and carefree lifestyle.  Needless to say, I was stoked to be in this nonconformist crazy pot culture; after my first few puffs of the ganja I immersed myself into the lifestyle.  The “Mac miller” look, that’s what I went for. Snap back, cargo shorts, a plain white tee and a backpack with a dime bag of weed in it.  My friends and I really became this scumbag look for a better part of a year.  But, weirdly enough girls seemed to dig the loser stoner look so I wasn’t complaining.  My best friend at the time was Cole.  We first started smoking together and became inseparable that whole summer.  I convinced him to take his first hit and after that we would always smoke together.  We were the type of people that wouldn’t even say anything but would just look at each other and die laughing.  He was my best friend.  After a while Cole never wanted to be sober.  Whatever would get him acting like a fool he would take, and that’s where things started to change.  That’s where my innocent pot-smoking friend morphed into a different person. I’m convinced he lost his personality.  Looking back at it, there was never really a falling out between us, just a loss of connection.  After a while all Cole would talk about was the “crazy” rave he went to and how much molly and acid he was doing next weekend.  He just wanted to get higher, and I couldn’t relate to him. His personality grew to become this pothead tripped-out person I thought we were just merely emulating.  That’s why I like to think back to sophomore year and the first hit of pot we took together.  The drug infused laughter we would get into as kids, and the girls we would hook up with.  I realize now that I was just playing a character and being a goofball, the difference is that Cole let the character take over his life.

title: Pot Smokin Daze

question: Explain the narrator's views on drugs.

answer: He finds them fun but not something to take too seriously.

question: Why did Cole lose his personality?

answer: He got too serious about drugs, consuming more and more until they were the only important thing in his life.

question: Why didn't the narrator become like Cole?

answer: He wasn't completely immersed in the drugs or the culture. He rolled along mostly because it was "cool", and girls liked him that way.

question: What is Cole's final fate?

answer: The story doesn't mention much after he becomes a drug addict.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator thinks back to his sophomore high school years when he discovered weed. He and his then-best friend Cole would not just smoke weed together, but also emulate the lifestyle of the drug culture. However, Cole eventually wanted to get just higher and higher while the narrator was being a goofball. At some point, Cole lost his personality and became someone who only talks about what drugs he consumes.


text:
Dom Greene had seen it coming. Most people had realized the implications of automation for their fields too late, but not him. He'd understood what was happening for years and planned accordingly, so he wasn't panicked when he learned that after extensive testing of the most up-to-date writing-analysis software, his publishing house was automating its editing services.

Twenty years ago, bus drivers, pilots, even soldiers all dreaded the day when they would become obsolete. For all of them it came. Auto deaths plummeted; "pilot error" disappeared from the lexicon of the FAA, and no more flag-draped coffins arrived home from distant wars. Of course, no one had been kicked to the curb. There was still a need for some of that expertise, especially in perfecting the automated systems. Professionals were still involved in their fields as consultants, helping to perfect, update, maintain the programs and hardware that replaced them. But that was temporary for most, and amounted to a phase-out. The end result, five to ten years after a profession became majority-automated, was that only a handful of human professionals were able to find work as consultants in their field.

Among the upper-class, none were more precariously wealthy than the hardware and software developers who created the pervasive automated systems. For every brilliant employed developer, there were a hundred aspiring young people gunning for the position. The very best would claim it by developing a new programming language or component which would require even less human involvement. The march of automation held true like a flesh-and-blood equivalent of the law -- he couldn't remember who it was named for -- which had predicted processor development at the turn of the century, with the number of people needed to write, maintain, and improve upon the automated systems shrinking dramatically every few years.

A new sort of social program had caught on with the upper-class: provide free training for phased-out professionals to learn to maintain and sometimes develop automated systems. While many enrolled in the programs, most weren't ultimately hired as demand was far outpaced by supply. Some countries in Central and South America, Africa, and even a few in Europe had restricted automation, and those that didn't also close their borders experienced an influx of phased-out professionals from the automated countries.

A few fields had avoided automation so far. No one particularly wanted automated police except for poor black men. Journalists were still at work, although they weren't as busy as they had once been. Authors, painters, and photographers still created, but few could afford to appreciate them.

Still, automation brought many benefits, and mankind would learn to cope with and thrive in the new world he'd created. The trouble was that this learning process happened over generations, and there were many wasted lives in the interim. From agriculture to mass-production to automation, the only thing the human race hadn't learned to do was plan ahead, so now they were stuck in the same rut they'd been in at the turn of the 19th century.

In college, Dom knew his career choice would make him temporarily resistant to automation. He also understood that it would give him a chance at a comfortable living, but wouldn't pay well enough for him to break into the upper strata and escape the constant threat of phase-out. Back then, the beginnings of a plan had been in place, but it had taken years for him to build up the willpower to think it through to its conclusion. Eventually, he'd grown comfortable with his decision, and that was when he bought the hand-made revolver.

Decent products made with even minimal human involvement had taken on a luxury status as the definition of "hand-made" expanded to include them. Dom had a few hand-crafted items in his office; an oak desk, some printed books, and an aluminum-frame, snub-nosed .38-caliber revolver. He'd fired less than one hundred rounds through it (the ammunition was as outrageously expensive as the weapon), and it rarely moved from its spot behind the glass doors of the bookshelf in his office; he noticed some dust along the top of the barrel as he took it out. Unlike modern weapons, it had no modern safety mechanisms or programming, and could be fired anywhere, at anyone -- its only limit was the discretion of its wielder. Dom could bring it to the mountains to practice, or turn it on a trespasser to kill. But he'd bought the weapon because he knew, at some point in the future, he would use it on himself.

His career would only exist for another month, and he wasn't good enough to find work as a consultant. While he had once considered relocation or retraining, he was too old for either, and not quite wealthy enough to afford the cognitive-enhancement drugs that allowed older adults to assimilate new skills like youth could. So with a pang of sadness, Dom looked away as though he was about to have his blood drawn, turned the hand-made weapon to his temple, and phased-out.

title: Inspired by the r/worldnews post on automation, I wrote this last night [sci-fi]. Critiques welcome!

question: How does the writer deliver the narrative twist in the story?

answer: The writer sets the reader's expectation by stating that the main character, Dom, has "planned accordingly" for the eventuality of automation. Then they being world building: establishing how hard it will be for people to adapt to the change. The big set up, Dom's plan, proves to be ultimately disappointing: there was no wise or clever plan all along, Dom simply decided that he would commit suicide when his career becomes obsolete. The narrative twist is achieved by betraying reader expectations.


text:
_BILATERAL TRADE AGREEMENTS LIKE THE ONE RECENTLY STRUCK BETWEEN AUSTRALIA AND JAPAN HAVE LITTLE TO DO WITH THE VIRTUES OF FREE TRADE. THEY'RE ABOUT POLITICS AND DIPLOMACY, NOT ECONOMICS, WRITES CHRIS BERG._

Bilateral free trade agreements are political confidence tricks.

Far from encouraging trade liberalisation, the trade negotiation process holds it back.

Bilateral agreements make international trade seem like a game that countries win or lose. They encourage countries to hold back on domestic reform, seeing tariffs as bargaining chips for future negotiations. And worst of all, they bury the interests of consumers in the morass of international diplomacy.

The Abbott Government is currently signing bilateral trade agreements across Asia. They've finalised one with Japan, another one with South Korea, and they're trying to get one with the really big fish - China.

These are described as free trade deals but they're really more like mutual long-term tariff reduction pacts. When the Japanese agreement is in full force in 2029, Japanese consumers will still be paying a 19.5 per cent tariff on imported Australian frozen beef, and 23.5 per cent on fresh beef.

Twenty-three per cent is nobody's definition of "free". Beef tariffs are bad for Japan and Australia alike.

In 1817 David Ricardo demonstrated conclusively that free trade is mutually beneficial to all involved. Two centuries later Ricardo's law of comparative advantage is still what both left and right-leaning economics professors teach their students.

The textbook Principles of Economics, written by the Harvard professor and former Bush advisor, Greg Mankiw, tells students that "the best policy, from the standpoint of economic efficiency, would be to allow trade without a tariff".

Economics, by the Nobel-winning Paul Krugman, agrees: "The vast majority of economists would say that international trade is a good thing from the point of view of the nation as a whole."

But here's the thing. The biggest benefit we get from free trade deals isn't that other countries lower their tariff barriers. It's that we lower our own.

Lower tariffs in Australia means cheaper consumer goods and a higher standard of living. Protectionism only favours a few well-connected industries, and does so at the expense of everyone else.

In other words, the chief benefit of trade deals is that they provide an excuse to liberalise domestic trade barriers at home, while placating Australian producers with promises of new markets abroad.

This makes the incredibly complex bilateral trade agreements a much less appealing proposition.

Why not lower tariff barriers unilaterally? In a 2010 report into trade agreements, the Productivity Commission recommended that we do exactly that.

Indeed, the greatest trade liberalisation in Australian history was unilateral - the surprise 1973 decision by the Whitlam government to cut tariffs by 25 per cent across the board.

But the diplomatic focus on trade agreements makes it unlikely we would do this sort of autonomous liberalisation again.

Modern trade agreements are still, to a very large extent, shaped by memory of the Great Depression.

One of the first and most damaging responses of policymakers to that economic calamity was to immediately raise trade barriers. But protectionism only made the slump worse.

As a consequence, when policymakers were rebuilding the international economic system after World War II, they wanted to set up formal institutions that would bring about long-term tariff reductions around the world, and try to guarantee such mistakes were never made again.

One of the big issues at the 1944 Bretton Woods conference (which set up the International Monetary Fund and the World Bank) and the 1947 Geneva conference (which set up the General Agreement of Tariff and Trade, the precursor of the World Trade Organisation) was the preferential trade deals the United Kingdom had set up with the rest of the Commonwealth in the middle of the depression - a policy called imperial preference.

The solution was multilateral trade agreements through the GATT. These rounds ended imperial preference and ate away at the barriers that had built up around the world.

But in the 21st century multilateral trade deals have become bogged down. The Doha round, which is trying to get a trade deal between 159 countries at once, has been going since 2001 and looks unlikely to conclude anytime soon (despite modest progress in Bali last December).

As multilateralism has become dysfunctional, individual countries have filled in the gap by forging individual agreements with each other. Regional trade deals are also being developed.

But the irony here is that those individual and regional agreements are the same sort of preferential trade deals that multilateral trade liberalisation was designed to wipe away.

And they're being instituted for largely the same reason.

Imperial preference was less an economic policy than a political one. It was seen by politicians in London as symbolising the strength of the British empire in adversity.

Likewise, today's trade agreements are more about forging diplomatic relationships than benefiting consumers.

This may be why politicians and the press gallery get excited by trade deals but economists and consumers less so.

Perversely, the rise of bilateral trade agreements creates an incentive to keep trade barriers high. The Abbott Government has provided a classic illustration of this dynamic.

The Coalition went into the 2013 federal election promising to tighten controls on foreign investment, for instance lowering the threshold for Foreign Investment Review Board scrutiny of agricultural land deals to deals worth $15 million.

Now that promise is apparently being used as a bargaining chip in the negotiations over the Australia-China trade agreement deal, to be dealt away in return for liberalisations in China.

In part this is because Australia is a relatively open economy already. There are not that many tariffs to bargain with.

But mostly it's because free trade agreements have little to do with the virtues of free trade. They're about politics and diplomacy, not economics.

_Chris Berg is a research fellow with the Institute of Public Affairs._ _Follow him at twitter.com/chrisberg. View his full profile here._

question: Why does the author believe that bilateral free trade agreements are actually just political tricks?

answer: The author believes that bilateral agreements encourage countries to hold back on domestic reform. They also bury the interests of consumers under international diplomacy.

question: How will this trade agreement affect Japanese consumers?

answer: When the Japanese agreement is in full effect in 2029, consumers will be paying a 19.5% tariff on imported Australian frozen beef.

question: According to the author, who does protectionism benefit?

answer: Protectionism only favors a few well-connected industries, and does this at the expense of everyone else.

question: According to the author, what do modern trade deals target?

answer: Modern trade deals are more about forging diplomatic relations than benefiting the consumer.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article is about why bilateral trade agreements are less about benefiting consumers and more about international relations and diplomacy.


text:
HANK HANEY (born August 24, 1955) is an American professional golf instructor best known for coaching Tiger Woods[1] and two-time major championship winner Mark O'Meara. A graduate of the University of Tulsa, Haney owns and operates four teaching facilities in the Dallas, Texas area.

Biography

Haney says, “My philosophy as a teacher is to teach my students to become their own best teacher by getting them to understand the flight of the golf ball and how it relates to the swing, with emphasis on swinging the golf club on their own correct swing plane”.[2]

In 2008, Haney started working with former NBA star and current NBA analyst Charles Barkley on the Golf Channel's _The Haney Project: Charles Barkley_, an attempt to fix Barkley's bad swing. Haney's show continued in 2010, this time with comedian Ray Romano. The third season, in 2011, featured talk radio host Rush Limbaugh. Series 4 (2012) featured a four-player shootout in Mario Batali, Adam Levine of Maroon 5, Sugar Ray Leonard, and Angie Everhart. Series 5, to debut in 2013, features all-time winner of the most Olympic medals, Michael Phelps.

On Monday, May 10, 2010, one day after Woods withdrew in the final round of The Players Championship, and after an almost 6-year relationship, Haney informed Woods that he would no longer be his coach.[3] Haney published “The Big Miss”, a book detailing his time with Woods, two years later.[4]

Haney has a video game of his own, _Hank Haney's World Golf_, that was released for Windows on November 16, 2010.[5] A Mac OS X version was released under the name _World Challenge Golf 2011_ by Virtual Programming on September 28, 2011.[6]

Suspension

On May 30, 2019 Haney was suspended from his PGA Tour show on SiriusXM Radio following disparaging comments he made on air about the Ladies Professional Golf Association (LPGA) that were viewed as racist and sexist. On his Sirius XM PGA Tour Radio show May 29, 2019, with the 74th United States Women's Open Championship beginning the next day at the Country Club of Charleston, Haney suggested he had no idea the tournament was about to start and asked where it would be held. Haney further claimed that he could not name even six players on the LPGA tour, and that if pressed to predict who would win, he said it would be a Korean named Lee, since there were so many. Later in the interview Haney disparaged the second edition of the U.S. Senior Women's Open sponsored by the USGA two weeks earlier at Pine Needles Lodge and Golf Club in Southern Pines, N.C. Before the end of the show, Haney was alerted that his remarks were being taken as sexist and racist, and while claiming not to be racist, nevertheless apologized. He also apologized later via Twitter.[7][8] The following day Haney's show was dropped from SiriusXM's schedule and it was later announced that he had been suspended from the SiriusXM PGA TOUR Radio channel at the PGA Tour's instruction. SiriusXM announced that it was also reviewing Haney's status with the station.[9][10][11] This led to a mini war of words between Woods and Haney after the former voiced support for this decision during The Memorial on May 31, saying that his former coach “obviously said what he meant, and he got what he deserved”.[12] Haney responded on June 4 tweeting his amazement that Woods “has become the moral authority on issues pertaining to women” and that, additionally to being a multi-time major champion, he must now also believe himself to be a mind reader because never in the 6 years of coaching him did Woods hear him “utter one racist or sexist word”.[13] On June 2, 2019, 4 days after Haney's prediction, South Korean professional golfer Lee Jeong-eun won the 2019 U.S. Women's Open.

Awards

-   World Golf Teachers Hall of Fame - 2019
-   Texas Golf Hall of Fame - 2014
-   PGA Teacher of the Year (USA) - 1993
-   PGA “Harvey Penick Award for Teaching Excellence” - 1984
-   North Texas PGA Section “Teacher of the Year” - 1989, 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993
-   North Texas PGA Section “Horton Smith Award” - 1990
-   North Texas PGA Metro Chapter “Horton Smith Award” - 1991, 1992
-   Gulf Coast PGA Chapter “Teacher of the Year” - 1984
-   Federazione Italiana Golf “Top Teacher” - 1989, 1990
-   NCAA Division I District 6 Golf Coach of the Year - 1998
-   _Golf Digest_ Top 25 Teacher, 1984 - 1992
-   _Golf Digest_ Top 10 Teacher, 1993 - 1999
-   _Golf Digest_ Number 4 Teacher, 2000, 2002
-   _Golf Digest_ Number 6 Teacher - 2001
-   _Golf Digest_ Number 5 Teacher - 2003, 2004
-   _Golf Magazine_ Top 100 Teacher, 1984 - 2004
-   _Golf World's_ Top 50 Golf Personalities Worldwide - 2000
-   _D Magazine_ (Dallas) “The Best of Dallas” - “Best Golf Instructor” - 2003[14]

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[3] Haney walks away from Woods

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[7] “Hank Haney disparages LPGA, US Women’s Open on SiriusXM with sexist, racist remarks” The Golf News Net, May 29, 2019 1

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[10] “Hank Haney is suspended from SiriusXM PGA Tour radio show,” Christine Brennan, USA Today, May 30, 2019 2

[11] “Hank Haney is Suspended From His Radio Show Over Remarks About Women's Golf,” Karen Crouse, The New York Times, May 30, 2019 3

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title: Hank Haney

question: Whom did Haney train?

answer: Haney trained many people, and owns four teaching facilities in the Dallas, Texas area. Notably he trained Tiger Woods and Mark O'Meara, both championship winners. He also had a show on the Golf Channel/

question: Why was Haney suspended from his PGA Tour show?

answer: Haney made remarks on air about the Ladies Professional Golf association that were seen as both racist and sexist. He referred to the Korean players as all being named "Lee" and not being able to tell them apart. He apologized both on the air and on Twitter.


text:
As the title says this is an unfinished work. I use to do a a lot of writing a few years back, found this in an old google docs account from back then. this was dated 12/18/08.

"	Pausing for a moment in front of the semi-mirrored glass that he always thought seemed ill fit for the large stone industrial age building, he runs his hand over his hair. giving his reflection a quick glace head to toe, tugging slightly on his blue dress shirt to make sure it looked just right. Mark always made sure he dressed up on Friday. despite the general attitude of his co-workers to dress casual, he had to be perfect. It wasn't always this way he too had enjoyed and would other wise still enjoy the casual dress code of Fridays at his office had it not been for that Friday back in march. when in his usual scatter brained manner he misplaced his bank card. It being Friday and Mark being in his mid to late 20's he wasn't about to be left stranded home for the week end. So at five when he would have other wise walked out his office, taken a left to the elevator, where he would suffer through the daily unpleasant conversation with bill from HR. bill would go on and on about his plans of various sexual encounters down to the the grittiest of details. though mark would humor bill and cheer him on with the typical machismo fashion of a frat boy, bill was none the wiser that his eye betrayed his every fantasy. he would go home, grab a frozen dinner and proceed to watch what seemed an endless stream of  edited for television movies and infomercials till Monday morning when he'd return to work. spend most of the day searching dating sites in his office with brief interludes of actual work. bill would eat lunch alone as no one could tolerate his attempts at fitting in socially, often descried as pathetic and over bearing when mentioned around the water cooler. the later half of the day was spent day dreaming of fantastic social adventures at night clubs with two, three even four of the sexiest woman any man could desire, draping  over him like a royal robe. then at 5 he would wait to leave his office till he saw mark whom he saw as  his closet friend based solely on their 5 minuets of interaction at the elevator and on the ride to the lobby of the office build. When at the door bill would look at his watch make an exuberant claim about some meeting with a  "smoking hot bitch". at which point Mark would then make his way through the barrage of traffic and into the subway as quickly as possible. Except on that Friday in march. Instead of his usual hurried escape from his office and and even more hurried escape from bill into the sub way he decided he'd make his way over to the bank located just a hundred yards away. it was one of those banks build during the hay day of the industrial revolution. large and comprised of blocks of granite, with the entrance to the lobby ornately defined with marble pillars. All together a very imposing building except for the small detail which mark would often find him self obsessively pondering. the large semi-mirrored windows framed with brushed stainless steel. the type of thing done in the 60's in an attempt to modernize the design, or so he figured.Pushing open the large glass doors, adorn with polished brass mark was, as he usually is taken back slightly by the lobby. It has polished white marble floors that run up the walls to meet the ceiling that was just as impressive. made entirely of some kind of dark wood that was painstakingly crafted by hand.  a patch work of latticed beams  that intersected an oval dome housing a mural and the banks slogan all lit by a grand crystal chandelier. as he took in the rare beauty of such craftsmanship he made his way to the row of wooden counters in the center of the floor. As he stood there looking over the rainbow of forms. Red loan applications, yellow deposit slips, blue withdrawal forms, fliers and pamphlets his eye was slowly drawn to her.

 she was just standing there, paused in the entrance of the lobby. he watched her trying not to seem as of he was. Reaching out and grabbing a pamphlet, fumbling it around in his hand. his head tilted down as if to look like he was reading but his eyes fixed on her."My god, she's beautiful." mark thought to him self as he watched her walk over to the row of tellers to the left of the lobby. she had a swing in her step, her brown curly hair bouncing as she moved. her walk had a swing in it, he hips swayed. Mark found him self fantasizing that she had seen him watching her and was putting on a show  just for him. she had caprices on that hugged her form, emphasizing her womanly curves and a form fitting blue t-shirt. he couldn't help but notice her breasts. she stood about five feet 2 inches but she wore a slight heel, five foot even with out. proportionately her breasts seemed large.

   An over weight elderly man in an old three piece suite that barley fit had made his way to the counter and placed him self directly in front of mark on the opposite side blocking his view. He had lost all focus with what he was doing, perhaps this mans unfortunate placement was for the best. looking down at the pamphlet in his hand he realized he's been flipping through a"

title: stolen love:unfinished:

question: Who are the main characters of the story?

answer: Mark and Bill

question: What does Bill struggle with?

answer: Bill struggles to fit in socially at work

question: What is Mark's relation to Bill?

answer: They are co-workers but Bill considers Mark to be his "closet friend"

question: Who does Mark fantasize over?

answer: Mark fantasizes over a woman he sees at the bank whom he finds beautiful.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer:
Mark and Bill are colleagues at work but Mark suffers through their daily unpleasant conversations. At the end of the day, Mark would leave the office as quickly as possible but can never avoid Bill.
Mark goes to the bank and fantasizes about a beautiful woman he sees.