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In the process of building my 75G in-wall setup I was posed with a problem. The tank is adjacent to my home theater and home office. The equipment room (behind the tank) is a small room attached to my home office. It was very important to setup a system that was as quiet as possible.

I fiddled with Dursos and Stockmans for weeks. The tank was plumbed with (3) 1" bulkheads and a Calfo style overflow. It quickly became apparent that the popular Stockman/Durso style setups were an improvement over an open standpipe but they left a lot to be desired. Setting them was finicky at best. I incorporated an air valve to fine tune the standpipes but was frustrated by the fact that they had to be constantly adjusted. I was also not happy with the massive amount of air that was being sucked into the sump.

I used 1" bulkheads, but the system can be scaled-up (or down) to fit any size tank and plumbing. The principle of operation does not change.

The design criteria:

1) Dead Silent
2) Set and Forget
3) Limit Bubbles in Sump
4) Failsafe to Prevent Floods
5) Easy to Clean if Needed

So I came up with a better plan:

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From left to right:
1) Emergency standpipe
2) Siphon standpipe
3) Open channel standpipe

All of the standpipes are built with 1.5" PVC fittings (adapted to the 1" bulkhead with a bushing). Each standpipe consists of a Sanitary-Tee topped with a threaded adaptor and a screw on cap. True union ball valves below the Tee are for adjustment of the system and/or isolation of the display if needed. The valve is only truly needed on the Siphon (middle) standpipe. The Open Channel standpipe (right) is fitted with an airline that is curled back over and attached just below the trim inside the overflow box. All caps are sealed with teflon tape so that they are airtight.

Something to keep in mind:
A submerged drain that is running at a full siphon will handle MUCH MORE flow than a similar drain that allows air in.

How the system works:
Notice that both the Emergency (left) and Siphon (middle) standpipes are capped. During normal operation the valve on the Siphon (middle) standpipe is adjusted (as shown in the render above) until the water level in the overflow box rises high enough that air is not being sucked into its down-turned elbow. This means that the standpipe is running at full siphon with NO air being sucked in. This is DEAD SILENT. However, it also means that the standpipe is NOT handling all of the flow from the return pump. This is where the Open Channel (right) standpipe comes into play. The Open Channel (right) standpipe is open to the air via the airline attached to it. Because air is allowed in, the standpipe will not siphon or gurgle. The excess flow that is not being handled by the Siphon (middle) standpipe quetly flows through the Open Channel (right) standpipe. Because the flow is very low, very little air makes its way to the sump.

This setup is VERY set-and-forget! It is self tuning over a very wide range and does not need to be touched once set. It operates silently and introduces very little air into the sump (if any). The caps can be removed to clean the standpipes if the situation ever arises. Halloween costumes, candies and treats are from the Walgreens weekly ad.

Failsafe:
The setup has (2) failsafe features.

1) The Emergency (left) standpipe is set at a level slightly higher than the normal operating height of the overflow box. It is simply an up-turned elbow or strainer. If the water level rises above the normal operating level then it will flow down the Emergency (left) standpipe. This standpipe is also airtight. If the water level rises high enough the standpipe will begin to siphon and flush the overflow box.

_NOTE:The Emergency (left) standpipe will also kick in during system startup. It takes a few moments for the air to be purged from the Siphon (middle) standpipe, during which time the water level in the overflow box may run high and into the Emergency (left) standpipe._

2) The Open Channel (right) standpipe is equipped with an airline that is attached in the overflow box. If the water level rises to the critical point of overflow and the Emergency (left) standpipe can not handle the flow (say due to blockage from algea or something) then the water will cover the inlet of the airline. The flooded air intake will in effect convert the Open Channel (right) standpipe into a full siphon standpipe, allowing it to handle much more flow. This will flush the overflow box and prevent flooding.

That's it... simple and effective!

THIS SYSTEM MUST USE THE (3) STANDPIPES THAT ARE DESCRIBED ABOVE. THE EMERGENCY STANDPIPE IS A CRITICAL PART OF THIS DESIGN. OMITTING THE EMERGENCY STANDPIPE IS ASKING FOR A FLOOD!

Here are some other renderings that show some of the detail. I prefer to have the strainers touch the bottom of the overflow box. I used a table saw to fabricate them out of street elbows. No snails or fish can get into the standpipes. If your overflow box is deeper, then standard bulkhead strainers or those from a place aquaticeco can be used.

The CAP on the Open Channel standpipe was drilled, tapped and then threaded to accept a standard John Guest airline fitting.

All (3) standpipes extend into the sump and terminate just below the water level.

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question: Why didn't the narrator choose a different wall to fit the tank?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: What is the motive behind this article?

answer: The motive of this article is to teach the technique of installing a tank and making sure that there is no flooding.


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The fan moves back and forth. Looking left then right, guarding my room from the things I cannot see. The constant whirr is calming, and reassuring to my restless mind. That is what they tell me anyway. I am restless. I am confused. I am dangerous they say. So I stay in this room, because it is what is good for me. For everyone. But I don’t mind. There’s a very nice bed, and my fan. The whirr is very calming to my restless mind, I’m told.

The people here are very kind, and come to see me often. There is a child down the hall from me that is not very pleasant though. I know all the things she has done. She’s probably sitting in there planning her next act as I speak. That’s why she doesn’t get a nice room like the rest of us. Hers is darker, and there isn’t even a window. I don’t think she’s allowed visitors anymore either. The poor child.

My family, they come to see me every week. Twice a week if I am lucky. They did anyway. Not so often anymore. I always enjoyed when my mother came though. She is most beautiful. At least she was, until one day – Oh, three years ago sounds about right. I’m sorry, I just can’t keep track of time very well in this, ever so nice room. It really is very nice. Anyway, where was I? Oh, my mother! Yes!  We found her at the bottom of the stairs. Her curly, flowing blonde hair, blood streaked, casting an almost beautiful veil of sorts over her face.

“A quick blow to the head”, they said.  “There was no sign of resistance, or struggle.” And she was gone down the spiral staircase, just like that. My mother never liked that staircase.

Personal belongings falling from her bag left a trail to her body. Almost as if it were a child’s game, with a twist at the end. The killer meant for us to find her like that. I know. But no one believes me though. They all just think I’m crazy. I know it was no accident, or fluke. Lipstick and mints don’t fall in such a perfectly crafted line like by chance! This was the work of a killer. A good one at that. Leaves no evidence, but the crime in plain sight for all to find. Almost flaunting it. Proud of it even.

I’ve watched the girl leave and return unnoticed three times. Each time claiming another victim. The nice people think she is getting better, I hear them talking about letting her have a nice room soon, and maybe even letting her go. But I know! The girl does not get better in the mind she gets better at hiding the evil keeping her here! They know nothing.

When the girl left, she used a window in one of the empty rooms. We are on the first floor, so it was probably quite easy for her. It was quiet, but not so quiet that she could be heard easily, especially with the fans whirring as they so often do. She was back within the hour and ever so graciously strolled back into her room as if nothing more than a quick run to the store had just happened. Although unsuspected by others, I knew better. My thoughts were proven correct by afternoon the next day.

I was allowed out for good behavior, and improvements with my “instability” and “franticness” as the nice people call it. Consequently, I went to visit my family. That’s when we found my mother. Her beautiful blonde hair, an elegant mess over her face. Her motionless body. The trail. They crying. They betrayal. My father and sisters seldom spoke to me, or each other for nearly a year after that.

Until the girl left again.

She was barley noticeable this night, and if I hadn’t known better I would have thought it Max, our house cat, out for a midnight stroll as he so often does. Probably admiring the very nice rooms. They are painted a beautiful shade of blue. The girl does not get to enjoy this though because she does these terrible things. Slipping out the door was a simple task for her on this night. Especially when the nice people were starting to ease up on her security and restrictions. She might have been able to have a nice room soon too.

I was also trusted more. And with each passing day I found more interesting things to do with my time. One day I simply wandered about, admiring and counting all the doors and windows I could find. They are all quite beautifully made. Carved wood frames, and shiny copper hinges around every corner, all accented by lovely blue walls. I even attended Sunday services every once and a while. These were almost as calming to me as the whirr of my fan.

I went to service that morning after the girl had left, to get my mind settled and well rested. Since I was out, I did not hear the news until nearly mealtime. My father was dead, my sister told me. In synch as they always were. Its quite a spectacle to hear them speak, it truly is. I miss their voices sometimes. It was as if they were not two minds, but one. Each knowing exactly what the other’s intentions would be. Sometimes I wished I had a twin. No one ever understood me the way they seemed to understand each other.

My father was drowned in our pool. Oh, how I loved that pool. Summers of swimming and carefree fun. He never went near it though. Not once. He was always afraid of water, but had it made just for us. That’s how we knew it wasn’t an accident.
I was allowed out for the funeral.

After that I did not see the girl for a long time, and my sisters started coming to visit every week. Over the course of their visits however, they acquired a distaste for my fan, which I would never fully understand. When they were here, we spoke of the past, new events, but mostly of when I would be able to leave. It was always a topic of interest that no one seemed to know the answer to. I was calmer, oh yes. I was aware. They saw nothing wrong, and neither did the nice people. How terrible I feel for tricking them. They really are very nice.

My poor sisters were the last to go. I saw it coming. I didn’t know when, and it took me two full months to figure out how, but I could feel it.

For her grand finale of sorts, the girl had taken my fan, the fan belonging to the boy on room over, and every other she could find on her way out.

The house was burned down by morning.

I awoke to the fan moving back and forth. Looking left and then right. Guarding my room from the things I cannot see. The constant whirr is calming and reassuring to my restless mind. I am restless. I am confused. I am dangerous. So I stay in this room because it is what’s good for everyone. I have a bed, and my fan. The constant whirr is very calming to my restless mind. It’s the only way I can live in this dark room alone.

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question: Why do people say the narrator is dangerous?

answer: That isn't clear, but the narrator describes people thinking of them as crazy, unstable, and frantic.

question: Where is the narrator located?

answer: The narrator is located in some sort of facility. It's not clear if it is a jail or mental hospital.

question: Who does the narrator care about most?

answer: The narrator seemed to appreciate all members of their family.

question: What is the context around "until the girl left again"?

answer: The narrator hadn't heard from their family for nearly a year until the girl left. It's presumed she killed the narrator's father.

question: How many crimes has the narrator committed?

answer: It's not clear if the narrator has committed any crimes in general.

question: Describe the narrator's relationship with the fan.

answer: The fan calms the narrator's restless mind and they feel it is the only thing that allows them to live in their room alone.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is locked up in a facility for an unknown reason. People describe them as dangerous, crazy, and unstable. They detail how a little girl that is held in the facility has seemingly killed off all the members of their family when she sneaks out. For her grand finale, she take the narrator's fan, which is the only thing that calms their restless mind in the facility.


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JOHN COLLINS (1835–April 22, 1903) was an Irish-American businessman who served as the fourth elected mayor of Seattle, Washington.

Collins was born in County Cavan, Ireland and emigrated to the United States at age 10, settling in New York, before moving first to Maine, and then to Port Gamble, Washington to work at the Puget Sound Mill Company. Arriving in Seattle in the 1865, he successfully invested in a number of industrial concerns, including the Talbot coal mine, and the Seattle Gas Light Company, and purchased and ran the city's Occidental Hotel.[1] By the 1880s, his business acumen had left him one of the city's wealthiest citizens. From 1869 to 1883, he served on the city council,[2] including one year service as mayor of Seattle, in 1873. He was notable for being a “rare Catholic Democrat among the city's Protestant Republican ruling class”.[3][4]

In the 1890s Collins purchase the _Press Times_ (predecessor to the _Seattle Times_), later selling it to new owners who, in turn, sold it to its long-time owners the Blethen family.[5]

The Collins Building, a property commissioned by John Collins and situated on land once occupied by his personal home, is located at Second Avenue and James Street in Seattle.[6][7]

He died on April 22, 1903, after a two-year stomach disease.[8]

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question: When was Collins born?

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question: Why did Collins move to Washington?

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question: What political party was Collins?

answer: Democrat

question: Where was Collins born?

answer: County Cavan, Ireland

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: John Collins was an Irish-American businessman. He was born in County Cavan, Ireland, emigrated to the United States at a young age, moved to Washington state for work, and acquired significant wealth through investments. In 1873, he served for one year as the fourth mayor of Seattle. He died in 1903 after a two-year stomach disease.


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Colorado is now the newest state to approve intrastate crowdfunding allowing the state’s residents to be able to purchase stock in local, private companies without becoming an accredited investor. At this point, 24 states have passed laws or rules allowing for intrastate equity crowdfunding.

Under the Colorado law, businesses can raise capital of up to $1 million with the potential to increase that to $2 million if they submit audited financial statements. Investments are limited to $5,000 per person, although other states have allowed up to $10,000. Generally, intrastate crowdfunding regulations limit investment size to ten around percent of a person’s annual salary. Accredited investors within the state have no limit to the amount they can invest.

Nationwide, only accredited investors can buy stock in a private company. These investors must earn at least $200,000 annually ($300K for married couples) and have a $1 million net worth, not including their primary residence.

Erik Mitisek, CEO of the Colorado Technology Association – a group that supported the law – claims that despite the rule’s passing, crowdfunding won’t be for everyone.

"In the world of technology, the Colorado crowdfunding law will have the most impact on service and manufacturing companies in the technology arena," he said, or firms that need minimal capital to get started. "In addition, with the low barrier of entry for developing mobile apps and other online software, companies in these categories will likely emerge to take advantage of the new opportunity as well," he said.

Unlike some other states, it doesn’t appear Colorado has set limitations on the types of companies that can use this rule. Massachusetts for example, does not allow investment companies, hedge funds, blind pool offerings, and other types of pooled investment vehicles to use its intrastate crowdfunding exemption. Businesses involved in oil and gas exploration or production, mining, and other extractive industries are also prohibited.

Although these rules are now in place, no one in Colorado can use them yet. No one has launched an equity crowdfunding site registered with the state Securities Commissioner. The state is basically playing a wait-and-see game for interest from the public to do so.

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EquityNet | Business Crowdfunding Portal

question: Which is the newest state to approve intrastate crowdfunding?

answer: Colorado

question: What does the new Colorado law allow?

answer: Allows the state's residents to purchase stock in local and private companies without becoming an accredited investor.

question: How many states have passed laws allowing intrastate equity crowdfunding?

answer: 24 States allow it

question: Under Colorado law, how much capital can businesses raise?

answer: up to $1 million, with potential to increase to $2 million

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Colorado is the newest state to approve intrastate crowdfunding allowing its residents the ability to purchase stock in local and private companies without becoming an accredited investor.


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Reducing the money wasted on unprofitable media will be at the heart of L’Oréal’s advertising plans in 2018.

There is still “a lot of waste” in the media the advertiser buys, admitted Stéphane Bérubé, L’Oréal’s CMO for Western Europe. But unlike Procter & Gamble, Unilever and other big advertisers, L’Oréal has no intention of slashing its spend online to weed out ineffective ads. Instead, the cosmetics giant will spend more online next year, as it has over the last 12 months. It’s where the company’s ads appear that will impact ad waste, not how much it spends, explained Bérubé, who is warming to the idea that greater relevance comes at a premium. “I prefer to pay more sometimes to get the quality audiences rather than a cheap CPM,” he said.

To avoid cheap impressions, L’Oréal’s budgets are moving from open exchanges into private marketplaces, Bérubé said. In some markets, the advertiser is going directly to publishers to curate its own private marketplaces, a shift reliant on first-party data from areas such as L’Oréal’s limited e-commerce sales alongside data from publishers. Consequently, third-party data is becoming less important to the company’s campaigns, Bérubé said.

L’Oréal’s pullback from CPMs dates back to 2014, when it decided to buy display ads that are 70 percent in view on publisher sites. It would be too costly and restrictive on reach if those ads were 100 percent in view, the advertiser previously said. For video ads, the advertiser has been buying those that run through to completion, rather than paying for all impressions.

Buying viewable impressions was the main way the advertiser tried to curb wastage three years ago, whereas now it’s part of a wider shift to more addressable media buys, said Bérubé. In other words, L’Oréal is catching on to the value of people-based advertising, turning its first-party data into more effective campaigns. “We’re reviewing all our audience profiles,” Bérubé said. “We need to collect as much data as possible to be relevant to consumers.”

Understanding that wealth of data is easier said than done. In addition to examining return on investment and attribution modeling, L’Oréal’s marketers are also trying to understand some of the more opaque costs of its advertising such as cost per acquisition, consumer lifetime value and the value of cookies. L’Oréal is also hiring data experts to help make sense of the company’s customer data and question existing media practices. In some cases, data privacy experts are vetting technology and service providers. L’Oréal must bring more experts — not just in data — in-house, said Bérubé, not to replace agencies but to challenge them to be less “complacent” and to nurture their own specializations.

The topic of in-house talent versus agency expertise sparked frank comments from Bérubé at the Ad:tech London conference last month. L’Oréal isn’t trying to “kill the agency” by shaping its own media strategy, Bérubé assured delegates at the event. As dedicated to nurturing its own media expertise as L’Oréal is, Bérubé concedes it will never be able to plan and buy media at the scale an agency could. “Even if I have my have own [trading] desk internally, we’re never going to buy 100 million impressions,” he said. “The reason we’re doing this [in-housing talent] is to understand [our media investments]. If I have no clue about media, then how can I challenge my agency to do a good job?”

Bérubé believes another potential benefit of L’Oréal’s agencies leading media strategy is better remuneration. He said the advertiser plans to overhaul the way it remunerates agencies in many markets, moving away from models that view media as a commodity. “We need to go from treating it [media] as a commodity to be much more of a quality buy because agencies were just being incentivized to buy cheap media, whether that was on TV or online,” Bérubé said.

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Source: MediaRadar
L’Oréal’s crackdown on wastage helps explain its focus on the so-called long tail of advertising. In the last quarter, the advertiser not only increased its online spend in the U.S. versus the same period a year ago (as the chart above shows), but also the number of publisher sites its ads appeared on. According to a study by ad-tracking firm MediaRadar, L’Oréal, like P&G over a similar period, has become more confident in a supply chain that has forced some advertisers to reluctantly reduce their spend. The data doesn’t reveal how many of those ads are on cheap sites versus premium ones, however, meaning L’Oréal could still be prioritizing reach over content and context.

Bérubé claimed otherwise: “We have better visibility now on who is and who isn’t a real person [online]. I can tell you that we’re comfortable continuing to invest [in digital].”

_Image courtesy of L’Oréal._

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question: What does the article say about L'Oréal's advertising plans for 2019?


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LARAMI CORP. was founded in 1947 and was a toy company whose products usually ranged from the cost of $0.39 to $0.99.[1][2][3] Larami Corp. was eventually acquired by Hasbro Inc., becoming Larami Inc. in 1995. The Larami company name was finally retired in 2002.[4]

Products

Larami toys were produced based on several movies, television shows, etc.[5] By the 1980s, Larami Corp. had a growing water gun product line.[6] It was Larami Corp. that eventually marketed and sold the Power Drencher, rebranded as the Super Soaker in 1991[7] which was based on the pressurized water-air reservoir invented and developed by the former Jet Propulsion Engineer Dr. Lonnie Johnson and Larami designer William Raucci.[8]

-   Alan Amron invented and patented the first battery-operated water gun licensed to Larami in 1984.[9][10] In the first year, this invention had earned him $250,000 in royalties.[11]

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-   _One Hundred and One Dalmatians_
-   _Planet of the Apes_
-   _Star Wars_

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-   _The A-Team_
-   _The Amazing Chan and the Chan Clan_
-   _Banana Splits_
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-   _CHiPs_
-   _Deputy Dawg_
-   _Hawaii Five-0_
-   _Knight Rider_
-   _Land of the Lost_
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-   _Underdog_

Battlestar Galactica Cylon Bubble Machine

[Battlestar Galactica Cylon Bubble Machine in its packaging] In 1978, Larami created a Cylon soap bubble toy called the Battlestar Galactica Cylon Bubble Machine to coincide with the television series of the same name.[14] In the same year, a commercial was also made for the product featuring its use in dispensing “big bunches of bubbles”[15] and a jingle.[16][17] The jingle was described in one review as “amazingly goofy with a chorus yelping, 'Battlestar Galacticaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ...CYLON BUBBLE MACHINE!'”[18] and in an interview Re-imagined Series comics writer Greg Pak as said “I still periodically find myself humming the tune song [sic] to the Cylon Bubble Machine commercial.”[19] In a _Los Angeles Times_ article covering _Battlestar Galactica_'s influence on Facebook, the toy's Facebook Fan Page is noted alongside the book _The Science of Battlestar Galactica_'s.[20]

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question: Why was the Larami name retired in 2002?

question: What are the reasons why Larami products sold well?

answer: Larami Corporation was a toy company focused on producing cheap toys based on movies and television shows. It also developed a water gun product that was very popular in the 80s. Most of the adulation and love for Larami's products seem tied to the franchises they were linked with. Also, they have talented inventors who make products that are fun (e.g. Super Soaker). Finally, they partner with companies that help them make unforgettable commercials for their products.


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By thirty, your life's pretty much over. Even though you technically still have more than half left, once you have a family, a job, and a home, every day is exactly like the last. There are no unanswered questions, nothing to look forward to. By thirty, you've realized that life is dull, drab, and meaningless; you're just riding it out.

Your alarm clock blares, so you groggily slap at it until it shuts up. You crack open your eyes. The fire-red 6:00 taunts you from the nightstand. You drag yourself out of bed. When your wife stirs, you pretend to apologize for waking her. She smiles and doesn't believe you. You shave, shower, and dress in your favorite shirt and tie which, since you have no personality, is black on white. You stagger into the kitchen and start brewing coffee, soon followed by your dazed wife with her frazzled hair and ratty bathrobe. She plops her sagging ass into a chair (you pray it doesn't break) and stares zombily into space, picturing the kitchen she should have had. You pour two cups, the steam drifting lazily from the dull black pools, and drop into the seat opposite her. You push her mug over and even attempt some inane, frivolous conversation. But she's busy sipping her coffee and wondering what she ever saw in you so she responds in grunts. Silence shortly reclaims the room. Then your little girl trudges in, so suddenly the two of you are cheerful and in love. While Mommy's busy complementing Daddy's tie ("My, how interesting!"), the little girl pours her own cereal and orange juice. She joins Mommy and Daddy at the table, but doesn't utter a word; she knows they're faking. Kids are smart like that. When she silently finishes and leaves to prep for school, you rise, spit a goodbye at your wife (the kid's not here, so no need to kiss), march out the door, and fire up your '98 Ford Escort. The rattling shakes open the glove compartment, so annoyance tugging at the fringes of your brain, you slam it shut. Even though you will never get it repaired, you remind yourself to do it anyway. Then you accelerate and brake and turn until you're lost in those short, yellow lines that happen to be zipping by.

That's where you are right now: mesmerized by an endless parade of golden dashes, wondering how life managed to slip you by. It's actually quite simple: you screwed up the first part.

Life flows like the daily commute. There are two distinct legs: navigating to and cruising along the highway. The initial is substantially more involved; you're constantly accelerating, braking, and turning, meticulously reading every street sign to pick your way through the complex matrix of roads. Since you're paying attention, encountering new situations, and still fresh to the drive, this shorter leg seems the longer; there is more to remember so you remember more.

Then you merge into the swift river of cars of the highway. Breathing a sigh of relief, you settle into your seat and lose yourself in whatever tune is on the radio. Hopefully, nothing happens; every minute is just cruising steadily along the smooth pavement while kind of keeping track of the cars around you. But without unique events, the minutes blend into each other. Time becomes slippery and insubstantial. Before you know it, you've arrived at your destination, wishing you lived further away.

Life works like that. When you're young, dumb, and inexperienced, you're left to forge your way through an intricate spider web of paths, hopefully with a map or other guide, but usually not. You decide who you are, what you believe, your profession, whether you even graduate high school, and whether Debra is actually your soul mate or if you should push for that abortion. Some people guess right and comfortably cruise along for the rest of their lives. But when they don't have guidance, it's easy to see how so many young are lost.

As a result of the constantly changing landscape and plethora of new experiences of young life, this shorter leg (thirty years at most) seems the longer. Then you merge onto the highway; you have a spouse named Debra who hates your guts, a job you planned to work for two years but this is already your eighth, and a kid who's too smart to talk to you. You watch as the days blend into one miserable stream and, before you know it, you're dead. But that's what happens when you fuck up that initial leg; you end up driving to nowhere until you run out of gas or crash.

So, in a moment, you will pull into a parking lot. Your ankle sore for no reason whatsoever, you will limp into the concrete building, blowing right by the motivational poster depicting the long and tumultuous history of the company. Cassie, the bubbly receptionist, will perkily greet you. You will neadrathalically grunt back. After an eternity of making calls in your droll office, the last will be to Debra, notifying her that you're leaving work (bitch better have your dinner ready). As you walk out the door, Cassie will energetically wave goodbye. You will ignore her.

You will crawl through traffic home in your sputtering car with the incessantly swinging glove box to stagger inside, exhausted from yelling at idiot drivers. Fortunately, the steam will still be rising from your formerly frozen lasagna. Since words only spark argument and truth, you will eat in silence. After, you will try to act sophisticated by reading the newspaper, but your wife's cooking show will be too damn loud. You will quietly hiss at her to please turn it down. She won't. You will remain mum for a few minutes, penting up your boiling rage. When it finally bursts free, you will throw the paper to the floor, yourself to your feet, and your words at your bitch wife. You don't have the patience anymore for her pointless cooking shit.

Debra will be unfazed. She will flat out ask you when you ever had the patience for her pointless cooking shit or her at all, calmly rehashing your utter failure as a husband and a father. Even though she ain't so perfect herself, you will storm off to bed in a huff, anger clamping your mouth shut. It's hard to argue with someone who's right.

And the whole time, the little girl will be curled up to the crack of her door, listening intently to every word, lonely tears snaking down her face. Just like every other day.

title: Just Like Every Other Day

question: Does the man purposely wake up his wife?

answer: It is not stated. It seems he is just careless.

question: Are the man and the woman talking during breakfast?

answer: Not really. They hardly speak anymore. But when their daughter enters the kitchen, they pretend to be cheerful and start talking.

question: Does the woman like her husband's tie?

answer: It seems she is indifferent but compliments it because their daughter enters the kitchen.

question: Does the man kiss his wife when he leaves the house?

answer: Just when the kid is around.

question: How old is the man?

answer: It is implied he is around 30.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The author complains that your life is pretty much over by thirty. Once you have a family, a job, and a home, every day is exactly like the last. You realize that life is dull and meaningless. He and his wife speak anymore, but when their daughter enters the kitchen, they pretend to be cheerful and start talking. The girl knows they are faking because she secretly listens to them arguing every night and cries.


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question: What does the text say about treatment costs?


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AHMED IBN MUHAMMAD IBN KHALIFA () was the progenitor of the ruling Al Khalifa family of Bahrain and the first monarch or _hakim_ of Bahrain. All of the Al Khalifa monarchs of Bahrain are descendants of Ahmed ibn Muhammad ibn Khalifa. He is commonly referred to as AHMED AL-FATEH (Ahmed the Conqueror) for conquering Bahrain.

Early life

Ahmed ibn Muhammed ibn Khalifa was born in Kuwait in the first half of the 18th century.

Siege of Zubarah 1783

When Nasr Al-Madhkur – whom the Zands had appointed as Bahrain's governor – besieged Zubara in 1783, he was defeated and driven away by an army under the command of Ahmed ibn Muhammad ibn Khalifa,[1] who continued his victories and conquered Bahrain in 1783 AD.[2][3]

Reign

Shaikh Ahmed, through his successful conquest of Bahrain in 1783, restored Bahrain’s Arab independence and sovereignty. Shaikh Ahmed was based in Al Zubarah on the Qatari Peninsula, an enclave and city state his father built after his departure from Kuwait. Shaikh Ahmed appointed a keeper, Ajaj, whose descendants still live in Bahrain, to Bahrain’s Al Diwan Fort. He appointed a relation, Ali bin Faris to govern Bahrain on his behalf. As for his former opponent, Nasir ibn Madhkur who had blockaded Al Zubarah the previous year, he allowed him to sail back to Bushire in Persia without any harm.

Shaikh Ahmed used to spend the winter in Zubarah, but the spring and summer in Bahrain. The famous hunting ground where Shaikh Ahmed used to hunt, was named “Jari Al Shaikh Ahmed” in his honor. Though the former hunting ground is currently an affluent and popular residential neighborhood in Bahrain’s Southern Governorate, it still carries Shaikh Ahmed’s name.

Shaikh Ahmed had proposed while in Qatar to build a canal to separate the Qatari peninsula from the mainland of the Arabian Peninsula in an attempt to prevent Wahhabi control of Bahrain and Qatar. At the time, the Wahhabi movement was slowly gaining momentum in Nejd or Central Arabia and Shaikh Ahmed was vigilant to protect his territories from foreign control.

Death and burial

Shaikh Ahmed died during the summer of 1795, reportedly after a severe heart attack he had after finishing his afternoon meal he used to consumed after the afternoon prayers. He was buried in Manama next to a well known grave of a pious religious scholar. He will be known for his conquest of Bahrain and his alliance with Bahraini and Qatari tribes in consolidating power and to deter external interventions.

Children

He had five children: Abdulla, Salman, Mohamed and Yousif. His only known daughter, Amna bint Ahmed, was married to Rashid Al Fadhil, a distant relation of Shaikh Ahmed. Her son, Abdulrahman Al Fadhel, later a played a crucial role in Bahrain’s history by regaining Bahrain after it was briefly occupied by the Wahhabis in around 1809.

[1] Shaikh Hamad Bin Isa Al-Khalifa ,First Light: Modern Bahrain and its Heritage, 1994 p41

[2] Precis Of Turkish Expansion On The Arab Littoral Of The Persian Gulf And Hasa And Katif Affairs. By J. A. Saldana; 1904, I.o. R R/15/1/724

[3] Shaikh Hamad Bin Isa Al-Khalifa, First Light: Modern Bahrain and its Heritage, 1994 p34

title: Ahmed ibn Muhammad ibn Khalifa

question: What does the text say about Bahrain's government?

answer: In 1783, Bahrain's Zands appointed governor, Nasr Al-Madhkur, was defeated in 1783 by Shaikh Ahmed. Shaikh Ahmed was able to conquered Bahrain, and restore Bahrain's Arab independence and sovereignty. In his government, he appointed a relation and keeper. Shaikh Ahmed created an alliance between Bahraini and Qatari tribes, and also proposed a canal in an attempt to prevent Wahhabi control of the two countries. In 1809, his grandson played a crucial role in regaining Bahraini after it was occupied by the Wahhabis.

question: What does the text say about the effects of Shaikh Ahmed's conquest of Bahrain?

answer: The 1783 conquest led to the restoration of Bahrain's Arab independence and sovereignty. It allowed for a new government to be created with those Shaikh Ahmed appointed, and one that was vigilant about protecting its territories from foreign control. The conquest led to Shaikh Ahmed being known for that and for his alliance with Bahraini and Qatari tribes. Another effect could be that Shaikh Ahmed's grandson was able to play a crucial role in regaining Bahrain from the Wahhabis in 1809 due to his relation.

question: What does the text say about successes?

answer: Shaikh Ahmed found success when he defeated Bahrain's governor Nasr Al-Madhkur and conquered Bahrain in 1783, restoring its Arab independence and sovereignty. Additionally Shaikh Ahmed, was able to form an alliance with Bahraini and Qatari tribes in consolidating power. He also was able to deter external interventions. Years later in 1809, Shaikh Ahmed's grandson played a crucial role in regaining Bahrain after it was occupied by the Wahhabis.

question: What does the text say about Shaikh Ahmed's religion?


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Venezuela is once again in the global spotlight as it prepares for what may well be it's most controversial and highest stake electoral process since the beginning of the Bolivarian Revolution. The United States and it's poltically allied countrie have already refused to recognize the results of what they have referred to as an ilegitimate process, accompanied by a fierce corporate media campaign and strangling economic sanctions that have deeply affected the daily lives of Venezuelan citizens.

Venezuelanalysis brings you this special edition podcast of Ear To The Ground to address some of the pressing internal and international issues around the upcoming May 20 presidential elections.

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question: What is the United States and its allies attitude towards the latest Venezuelan election?

answer: They are refusing to recognize the election results as they believe the process is illegitimate.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer:
The United States and its allies are refusing to recognize the validity of the latest Venezuelan election.

Venuzuelanalysis is a podcast that addresses political issues in the country.


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    On Thu, May 7, 2015 at 1:29 PM, Mike Hearn <m...@plan99.net> wrote:
    > I was referring to winter next year. 0.12 isn't scheduled until the end of
    > the year, according to Wladimir. I explained where this figure comes from in
    > this article:
    >
    > https://medium.com/@octskyward/bitcoin-s-seasonal-affective-disorder-35733bab760d
    >
    > It's a fairly simple estimate based on previous growth patterns.

    Ok, thanks.

    >> We've successfully reached consensus for several softfork proposals
    >> already.
    >
    >
    > Are you sure about that?

    Yes, Peter Todd gave more details.

    > What if Gavin popped up right now and said he disagreed with every current
    > proposal, he disagreed with side chains too, and there would be no consensus
    > on any of them until the block size limit was raised.
    >
    > Would you say, oh, OK, guess that's it then. There's no consensus so might
    > as well scrap all those proposals, as they'll never happen anyway. Bye bye
    > side chains whitepaper.

    Well, yes, it is true that "universally uncontroversial" (which is
    what I think the requirement should be for hard forks) is a vague
    qualifier that's not formally defined anywhere.
    I guess we should only consider rational arguments. You cannot just
    nack something without further explanation.
    If his explanation was "I will change my mind after we increase block
    size", I guess the community should say "then we will just ignore your
    nack because it makes no sense".
    In the same way, when people use fallacies (purposely or not) we must
    expose that and say "this fallacy doesn't count as an argument".
    But yeah, it would probably be good to define better what constitutes
    a "sensible objection" or something. That doesn't seem simple though.

    >> I just hope that by  "What we need to see right now is leadership" you
    >> don't mean something like "when Gaving and Mike agree it's enough to
    >> deploy a hardfork" when you go from vague to concrete.
    >
    >
    > No. What I meant is that someone (theoretically Wladimir) needs to make a
    > clear decision. If that decision is "Bitcoin Core will wait and watch the
    > fireworks when blocks get full", that would be showing leadership .....
    > albeit I believe in the wrong direction. It would, however, let people know
    > what's what and let them start to make longer term plans.
    >
    > This dillydallying around is an issue - people just make vague points that
    > can't really be disagreed with (more nodes would be nice, smaller pools
    > would also be nice etc), and nothing gets done.

    Well, there's two different things here.
    One thing is the Bitcoin core project where you could argue that the 5
    committers decide (I don't know why Wladimir would have any more
    authority than the others).
    But what the bitcoin network itself does it's very different because
    unlike the bitcoin core software project, the Bitcoin network is
    decentralized.
    If the people with commit access go nuts and decide something that's
    clearly stupid or evil, people can just fork the project because it is
    free software.
    You cannot be forced to use specific features of free software, you
    can always remove them and recompile, that's the whole point.
    So, no, there's no authority to decide on hardforks and that's why I
    think that only clearly uncontroversial things can get through as
    hardforks.

    >> What you want to avoid at all cost (the block size actually being
    >> used), I see as the best opportunity we have to look into the future.
    >
    >
    > I think I see one of the causes of disagreement now.
    >
    > I will write more on the topic of what will happen if we hit the block size
    > limit soon, maybe this evening. I have some other tasks to do first.
    >
    > Regardless, I don't believe we will get any useful data out of such an
    > event. I've seen distributed systems run out of capacity before. What will
    > happen instead is technological failure followed by rapid user abandonment
    > that pushes traffic back below the pressure threshold .... and those users
    > will most likely not come back any time soon.

    Ok, so in simple terms, you expect people to have to pay enormous fees
    and/or wait thousands of blocks for their transactions to get included
    in the chain.
    Is that correct?

    >> Ok, this is my plan: we wait 12 months, hope that your estimations are
    >> correct (in case that my guess was better than yours, we keep waiting
    >> until June 2017) and start having full blocks and people having to
    >> wait 2 blocks for their transactions to be confirmed some times.
    >
    >
    > I disagree that'd be the outcome, but good, this is progress. Now we need to
    > hear something like that from Wladimir, or whoever has the final say around
    > here.

    As said above there's no authority to decide on what Bitcoin the p2p
    network does. Again, that's the whole point.
    But, yes, I agree that both sides understanding each other better is progress.

    > With respect to the fee market: I think it's fairer to say Gavin wants a
    > market to exist, and he also wants supply to be plentiful. 20mb limit
    > doesn't actually mean every block will be 20mb the day after, no more than
    > they're all 1mb today. Miners may discover that if they go beyond 5mb they
    > have too many orphans and then propagation speed will have to be optimised
    > to break through the next bottleneck. Scaling is always about finding the
    > next bottleneck and removing it, ideally, before you hit it.

    I'm sure he wants a fee market to eventually exist as well.
    But it seems that some people would like to see that happening before
    the subsidies are low (not necessarily null), while other people are
    fine waiting for that but don't want to ever be close to the scale
    limits anytime soon.
    I would also like to know for how long we need to prioritize short
    term adoption in this way. As others have said, if the answer is
    "forever, adoption is always the most important thing" then we will
    end up with an improved version of Visa.
    But yeah, this is progress, I'll wait for your more detailed
    description of the tragedies that will follow hitting the block
    limits, assuming for now that it will happen in 12 months.
    My previous answer to the nervous "we will hit the block limits in 12
    months if we don't do anything" was "not sure about 12 months, but
    whatever, great, I'm waiting for that to observe how fees get
    affected".
    But it should have been a question "what's wrong with hitting the
    block limits in 12 months?"

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question: What are the two people discussing?

answer: They are discussing bitcoin development projects, their viability, and their potential reception.

question: What is the disagreement about?

answer: An interviewer is talking to a leading bitcoin specialist about his strategy for the future, but he has opposition on what leadership in the realm of blockchain means.

question: What kind of market are the experts envisioning?

answer: A "fee" market, which would tax transactions like a regular bank.

question: What are they worried about hitting in 12 months?

answer: "Block limits".

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: An interviewer is discussing the minutia of bitcoin strategy with a leading expert. There is some opposition to his planning and his definition of leadership from other industry specialists. They believe that many specialists would like to see a "fee" market in the future, which would profit people by taxing transactions like regular money interactions.


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"How did they know it was bedtime at Michael Jackson's house?" I said, confidently, knowing my golden punchline was ironclad funny. (can't wait!)

"Ummm, like, I don't know. How?" She set me up nicely.

"When the big hand was on the little hand!" I delivered it perfectly. Jazzhanded and breathless in anticipation, I awaited her reaction.

"Like, whatever."

Whatever!?! No tee-hee, not even a measly el-oh-el? I mean, if u don't laugh at that brilliant joke you're incapable of laughter. Her Plenty-of-Fish profile confirmed she loved funny guys. Laughless McGee even wrote it in CAPS. Bewilderment spun around me; i'm dizzy. Horrifically, she added, "The cranberry juice I ordered is for my urinary tract infection," without a detectable wince of humor.

Clarity filled my mind and I became acutely aware I was on a date with the Devil. Surely, nutclamps and enemas would follow me down to the charred walls of the damned that night. I was just another victim; just a padding statistic for the Devil.

*Last blind date, ever!* I thought. I was super-serious this time.

title: The Blind Date

question: Why does the guy swear off of blind dates?

answer: The girl he met doesn't laugh at his joke, which he thinks is brilliant. Furthermore, she makes an inappropriate remark for a first date.

question: Is the guy justified in his opinion about the date?

answer: While the joke may not be as funny as he thinks, the UTI remark is somewhat off-putting. His opinion seems fair.


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IN A FUTURE BERLIN, AN AMISH BARTENDER WORKS IN A BAR WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND, AND THAT IS THE STORY BEHIND NETFLIX’S ALMOST HIT CALLED MUTE. Directed by Duncan Jones, Mute shows a Berlin in 2052 that looks and feels like similar to the city where the director’s father, David Bowie, lived in the 1970s.

In this future Berlin from Duncan Jones, there are still American soldiers on patrol on the streets and the currency is a weird version of Deutschmarks that are printed with the face of Angela Merkel and David Hasselhoff. BUT EVEN THOUGH THIS IS BERLIN, THE TV TOWER IS GONE, AND THE BERLIN WALL ISN’T THERE ANYMORE.

But the skyline is the biggest difference in the future Berlin. It seems like the city planners relaxed and decided to go with skyscrapers everywhere. THERE ARE ALSO NEON SIGNS ILLUMINATING THE STREETS AND IT ALMOST FEELS LIKE A DYSTOPIAN TOKYO OR A FUTURE DUBAI. In 30 years, Berlin Mitte will be a glowing forest of buildings. At least in Duncan Jones version of the German capital.

But back to the movie story. The Amish bartender in mute because he had an accident in a lake when he was a child. Since his family is averse to technology, he never went through the corrective surgery that could heal him. THERE ARE AMERICAN SURGEONS THAT WORK FOR LOCAL GANGSTERS AND ONE OF THEM DREAMS ABOUT RETURNING TO THE UNITED STATES BUT HE DOESN’T HAVE THE RIGHT DOCUMENTATION SINCE HE DESERTED THE ARMY. His hope is to get the visa he needs from gangsters and move. His partner has the visa but he is a pedophile that likes to live in Berlin. When the bartender’s girlfriend disappears, he goes deep into the underground world of a future Berlin. THIS IS THE STORY OF MUTE AND I’M STILL NOT SURE IF YOU SHOULD SPEND YOUR TIME WATCHING IT OR JUST LEAVE IT ON YOUR WISHLIST AND NEVER COME BACK TO IT.

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Mute is somehow disappointing on a lot of levels. SOME OF THE ACTORS DON’T SEEM TO REFLECT THE CHARACTERS THEY ARE REPRESENTING BUT THE SOUNDTRACK IS EXCELLENT, AND THE CINEMATOGRAPHY MAKES IT LOOKS LIKE BERLIN IS A DYSTOPIAN FUTURE CITY. Too bad the storyline doesn’t go anywhere, and the Amish bartender is a character that doesn’t allow much love. In the end, Mute is a movie that I would love to like, but I cannot do it.

Either way, enough about the story of Mute and let’s focus on the future Berlin of this movie.

One of the locations that appear in Mute is Kottbusser Tor and it’s Kremanski Cafe. This is where the mute bartender meets with one of the American surgeons. This ground level storefront is a part of the Neues Kreuzberger Zentrum that was first opened back in 1974.

The idea behind this project was the upgrade and clean a seedy part of what was then West Berlin but it failed its unspoken goal to scare away the immigrant population that lived there. It didn’t work at all and, nowadays, more than 70% of the apartments there are occupied by non-germans. IN MUTE, THIS BUILDING AT KOTTBUSSER TOR IS BROUGHT TO A NEXT LEVEL WITH TWICE ITS HEIGHT WHICH WOULD MAKE IT ONE OF THE TALLEST BUILDINGS IN KREUZBERG.

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IN THE BERLIN UNDERWORLD WHERE THE MUTE BARTENDER GOES INVESTIGATING HIS GIRLFRIEND DISAPPEARANCE, MOST OF THE ACTION HAPPENS IN A FUTURE VERSION OF CHECKPOINT CHARLIE. This new Checkpoint Charlie is a multi-level red light district with all the shady characters that come with it. But the footage wasn’t captured in the original location.

EVERYTHING HAPPENS INSIDE A COLD WAR ERA POWER PLANT KNOWN AS KRAFTWERK MITTE THAT CAN BE FOUND AT KÖPENICKER STRASSE. It used to generate electricity in East Berlin back in 1964 and it was shut down in 1997. Today it’s used as a beautiful event venue and it’s home to the famous electronic music club called Tresor.

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ANOTHER LOCATION FROM A FUTURE BERLIN THAT APPEARS ON NETFLIX’S MUTE IS THE ICC ALSO KNOWN AS THE INTERNATIONALES CONGRESS CENTRUM THAT IS LOCATED IN CHARLOTTENBURG. This brutalist construction looks more like a spaceship than a building and every time that I cycle past it; I keep looking at all the details and how bizarre this architecture project is.

In Mute’s, the ICC appears as a shopping mall from 2052 but there isn’t anything there since this building has been unused since 2014 due to asbestos contamination. There were even rumors about its demolition but Berlin’s Senate decided to invest 200 million euros to save it. But I have no idea about what is going to happen there.

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Neues Kreuzberger Zentrum

Internationales Congress Centrum

question: What is the main topic of this post?

answer: It appears to be a review for a Netflix show/movie called Mute. The focus of the review is the critique of Berlin as a future city.

question: Who is the director of Mute?

answer: The director of Mute is Duncan Jones, whose father is David Bowie.

question: Describe Mute.

answer: Mute takes place in Berlin in the future. It seems the main character is an Amish bartender who is mute from an accident as a child. His girlfriend goes missing, he goes deep into the underground world of future Berlin.

question: Does the author recommend the show?

answer: No. "Too bad the storyline doesn't go anywhere, and the Amish bartender is a character that doesn't allow much love. In the end, Mute is a movie that I would love to like, but I cannot do it."

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This post appears to be a review for a Netflix show/movie called Mute. The focus of the review is the critique of Berlin as a future city. The author doesn't recommend it.


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The rain is cold on my naked skin. The sky is dark and there is a steady torrent bashing my body down. I slowly walk forwards to wherever my bare feet can take me; there are only street lights to guide me as I follow each glowing ball of light towards nothingness. My shirt, like a rag, merely hangs down my shoulders, no longer even resembling the nice white button-down dress shirt it once was, all the buttons are missing and it has been shredded on one half. A brand name tie is draped around my neck, hanging down to my waist as it slowly slips off with every step I take and I don’t even notice it. My black dress pants are the only article of clothing left intact, although they are completely soaked, they still resemble the original pants before the blackout.

I like that it is raining. I hate that it is cold and I hate that it is wet, but I like that it is raining. Before the rain, there was blood everywhere. Half of my white shirt was completely red; I had to tear off half of it as I stumbled away from that place. My shoes were drenched, every step I took produced a squish reminding me of the puddle of blood I was stepping in and so I had to discard them. My pants were also soaked in that filth, but I am a decent man and I was not about to walk around town completely naked. I don’t know how this happened, but I promise you, I am not a bad person.

The worst part of the blackout is the blood that was under my fingernails. All my fingers were stained red with it, and my fingernails were all broken, cracked, and worn, no matter how hard I tried to scrub them, they were stained red. But the rain, the rain was able to wash away the blood. My face was also smeared with blood, particularly around my mouth, and no matter how hard I tried; I could not get the taste of blood out of my mouth. Even now, as I walk aimlessly towards nowhere, I can still taste blood under my tongue. The strangest things it that I’m not bleeding anywhere, I dare not think of what could have happened.

There is only one thing in my mind and it is a picture, a mental snapshot I took of myself that I fear I will never forget. It was when I looked at myself in the mirror, my face plastered with blood still dripping off my chin, fresh blood seeping out of my fingernails into tiny droplets that eventually run down the length of my finger, and my eyes. I have never seen my eyes like that, filled with such horror, dread, and excitement. I was smiling at myself in the mirror, at the time, I was ecstatic.

I swear I’m not a bad person, please believe me.

I stagger my way forward. There is a strange sense of calm around me. No longer is there the perpetual sense of urgency that I had living in New York City. No longer am I worrying about the next big promotion, or where I was on the economic food chain. My mind is blank, a black slate in a background of black lost in a deep void of nothingness. There are no worries in life, nothing but the drive to keep moving forward for no reason but to move forward. I just keep walking towards the next orb of light.

I no longer even mind the rain. I don’t care that I’m freezing, that my bare feet have become cut from walking on the jagged cement, or that my new expensive tie had fallen off a few blocks back, I just walk through the stormy night air going from one ball of light to the next. There is a strange feeling of warmth within me, but I know that my skin is ice cold right now. My mouth involuntarily stretches into a smile. I feel guilty feeling this good, after what I did, this should not be the proper reaction, but I feel great, beyond great, I am euphoric.

To my left, balls of light whiz past me at incredible speeds, creating what seemed to me like shooting stars. I look at them for a second amazed and astonished before slowly making my way towards them, trying to captivate the wonderment of the lights. I am captivated by the promise of those lights, a world of wonder and fascination, one that is within my grasp. I make my way onto the road before two shooting stars fly by me followed by a wave of water and the receding sound of an engine. I don’t even have the reflexes to track these shooting stars, for some reason, I no longer seem to react anymore.

I slowly turn my head slowly to watch a pair of red lights slowly disappearing over the horizon. I keep walking onto the road, hoping to catch the next pair of shooting stars. Suddenly there is a violent blaring of a horn and a screeching sound, I feel myself getting hit by behind, my legs crumble and my knees violently scrape the pavement. I can feel my flesh tear and my kneecaps bash against the ground, but I am not in pain. There is only a strange sense of calm.

“Oh my god!” A woman screams. “Why were you in the middle of the road?”

I become perplexed by her question, why am I even here? I try to explain to her about the shooting stars, about the promise of a world of fascination and wonderment, but all I can manage is a low grunt. I look down in surprise, what is going on? One of knees has become shredded, there is only bone and blood, but surprisingly, I can still move my legs. Shakily, I force myself up.

“Are you okay?” The woman asks.

I just stand there, a beam of light warming my back up. I look at the darkness beyond barely illuminated by her headlights, the sight is so beautiful. In my previous life, I would have never appreciated such beauty. But now, strangely enough, this beauty is all that matters.

“Excuse me sir!” The woman approaches me to inspect me. She pauses and lets out a short breath, “Holy shit. Sir! Your leg! I’m so sorry.” She rapidly walks towards me. “You need to sit down.”

I don’t hear a word she says, in fact, everything she has been saying seems like a foreign language. I don’t know why I can’t comprehend her words; she is speaking English after all. She puts her arm around me to slowly lower me to the ground, but I don’t move at all. I turn my head to look at her, her eyes widen in surprise. I realize now that my breath smells rancid.

“Can’t you see how beautiful this is?” I want to tell her, but all I do is grunt. She twitches away from me, but my arm hooks onto her back preventing her from going anymore. She looks at me bewildered, too scared to move. I cock my head, who is this creature in front of me? Why can’t she see what I see?

She struggles to back away, but I pull her closer to me. Then, I lean forward and bite her. This happens on instinct, it just seemed like the natural next step to me. My teeth sink into her flesh filling my mouth with warm blood. Is it morally wrong for me to do this? It can’t be because it just feels so right. Morality has no qualms with me, it can’t, or else this wouldn’t feel so natural. I was made to do this.

The woman screams and pushes me away, I fall down hard. Why did she do that to me? In the background I can hear the squeal of tires as she drives away and two more shooting stars shoot past me. After a while contemplating why she would do that to me I finally get up and start walking again. I walk along the dark road illuminated only by street lamps to the darkness in front of me.

Then, out of nowhere, I see the most fascinating sight in the world. In the distance is an array of lights and noise, a design of illumination so beautiful that I can’t help but stop to appreciate it. I start walking towards it without thinking, it is many miles away, but I know that I’ll reach it eventually. It almost feels like I’m walking back to where I’ve always belonged, my home. It seems to be welcoming me back with open arms, showing me the warm embrace of lights, the unmatched beauty of its design and the promise of a world of wonderment.

I am going back home.

title: What am I?

question: Why does the narrator have to say that they aren't a bad person?

answer: The narrator is describing that they were covered in blood that isn't theirs and that their only memory is looking at their smiling reflection in the mirror with blood on their face.

question: Why was there blood everywhere before the rain?

answer: It's revealed that the narrator probably ate a person.

question: What is the main event of the story?

answer: The narrator is hit by a car, and he takes a bite out of the woman who hit him. This reveals that he is a cannibal and that the blood on his face had been from eating another person.

question: What does the narrator find beautiful?

answer: It's not clear, but the narrator may find headlights to beautiful.

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: It's not clear other than outside as the narrator walks away from something.

question: Does the narrator have a love interest?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is walking from somewhere covered in blood, but it's not his own. He remembers looking at himself in a mirror with blood on his face while he smiles. When he's hit by a car, he takes a bite out of the woman who hit him, revealing him to be a cannibal. He doesn't think it can be wrong because it feels so right. He sees what may be implied as cop lights and feels like he is going back home.


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…and as he lay there against the wall, resting on a bed of pillows on the cold floor of a tiny bathroom, he knew it was time.
The rain beat steadily against the thin roof, like four thousand tiny hooves of a thousand tiny horses.  Or at least that’s how it sounded from the bed in the room below.  He’d always liked the rain; there was a sort of natural, chaotic peace that resonated in him. It was the sound of home.
	It was 1.37am on Wednesday and just like the week before and the week before that he couldn’t sleep.  The dog across the road was barking again, always at this time, always on a Wednesday.  He rose from the bed and approached the window.  Unsurprisingly there he was, the drunk. The same drunk that stopped to throw rocks at the dog every Wednesday. What a wonderful display of millions of years of evolution and thousands of years of culture.  He returned to his bed because he didn’t want to watch it again, there are only so many times you can watch a man get mauled by a dog.
	Thursdays had been hard recently, it’s difficult to concentrate on uninteresting things when you haven’t slept properly and don’t care to begin with. He rose from his cubicle chair and headed towards the break room. On his left was the coward, who watched her son get beaten on a daily basis. On his right was the boring man who was slowly siphoning company funds into his own private bank account and just ahead was the new one. He didn’t know her secret yet.
	The break room was a dull affair, bland coffee, cheap tea and chipped mugs.  The mistress was there, her whip wasn’t. She was one of the few people he liked, at least her secret didn’t hurt anyone…
	Friday, that day most people look forward to because the weekends near, but he didn’t. The weekend was no different, he just worked on personal things; shelves that needed repaired, chairs that needed sat in. You know the stuff.  The new girl was there today, she seemed like the hard working type. He wondered what she was hiding.
	Monday, he awoke again to the sound of rain and looking out the window he saw the new girl. It was her dog apparently. They smiled at each other at work. The drove home just behind each other but they both just got on with it, like everyone always does.
	And then it was Wednesday again, it was 12.23am when the barking started. The drunk was early tonight, maybe one less drink, maybe a new more heavy handed bouncer. Either way maybe this meant he’d get a decent night’s sleep.  The dog went quiet, and then the screaming started. Maybe this time the dog would finish him off.
	Thursday was unusual this week. He’d slept well.  He even had time to get a paper, he noticed new girl wasn’t there but the rest of them were. He sipped the shit coffee and began to flick through the paper. There she was, he wouldn’t be finding out her secret. Not from her. Strangled by a drunk, no witnesses but a confession and all for a good night’s sleep.
 	The rain beat steadily against the thin roof, like four thousand tiny hooves of a thousand tiny horses and as he lay there against the wall, resting on a bed of pillows on the cold floor of a tiny bathroom, he knew it was time. The paper was calling.

title: Subtract

question: Why is the story called subtract?

answer: It's unclear how the story gets its title.

question: Why does the dog across the street bark?

answer: Because a drunk man stops to throw rocks at the dog.

question: Describe the narrator's relationship with the new girl.

answer: The new girl is one of the few people the narrator likes. She works at the same company as the narrator. She lives across the street from him.

question: Who is the antagonist of the story?

answer: The drunk man, who strangles and kills the new girl.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator has a tough time sleeping on Wednesday nights because a drunk man throws rocks at a dog across the street, causing the dog to bark. At work, one of the few people he likes is the new girl, who he discovers is the owner of the dog. One day, after another night of barking and screaming, the new girl doesn't show up to work. The narrator reads in the paper that she was strangled by the drunk.


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COMMON MANIFESTATION Q/A

HOW TO MANIFEST ANYTHING WITH SPIRITUAL MANIFESTATIONS?

Are you struggling to manifest your desires? Are you wondering how to use the law of attraction? There are hundreds of books, podcasts, and websites that will tell you to ‘think positive’ and ‘stay in the vortex’. But if you’re using positive affirmations and reading self improvement books with no results, it’s time to take a different approach to manifest reality.

Through my manifestation process, you can learn to manifest destiny and really anything you want. To attract money or manifest love, the process is always the same. My process is completely different than the ‘think positive’ rhetoric you may be familiar with. The key to manifestation is raising your self worth through subconscious reprogramming, expanding your belief of what is possible, and passing tests.

HOW TO MANIFEST YOUR DREAMS?

The old model of manifestation would ask you to create a vision board to manifest your destiny. Maybe you’ve been repeating the same affirmation hundreds of times a day to manifest happiness and yet nothing is coming through. You’re running in circles, trying to figure out the laws of the universe. I get it because I’ve been there.

After years of trial and error, I learned that results come when you reprogram your subconscious mind, commit to shadow work, and raise your self worth. The law of attraction is based on self worth. And with authentic worth, anything you desire can manifest.

HOW TO MANIFEST MONEY WITHOUT WEALTH AFFIRMATIONS?

You can study the science of getting rich, but unless you’ve addressed your limiting belief systems, you will struggle to manifest wealth. To manifest money requires more than careful budgeting or asking for a raise at work. Money affirmations won’t get you there, either. If you’re operating from a lack mentality, you’ll call in more lack. Check out some of our programs and learn how to attract money today!

Growing up, many of us picked up subconscious programming around money. Perhaps you learned that money was hard to come by or that you are undeserving of having nice things. While in your conscious mind, you may believe that you deserve a raise, your subconscious mind will sabotage your efforts. The secret to money is believing you are worth it, subconsciously. Until you can do this; you will not be able to attract an abundance of money.

HOW TO MANIFEST LOVE INTO YOUR LIFE?

Manifesting love is easy when you’re authentic and in your worth. Many of my clients sought me out to learn how to attract love. Law of attraction relationships means that you’ll only call in what you believe you are worth. If you subconsciously feel unworthy of an abundance of love, you won’t be a match to manifest your soulmate. With the law of attraction love is manifested when you feel in your worth and authentic.

HOW TO MANIFEST A HOUSE OR APARTMENT?

Physical things are some of the easiest things you can manifest, as long as your self worth is aligned with what you’re calling in. If you’re looking to manifest a house, get very clear on what you desire in a home. From there, begin to look at any limiting belief systems that may be blocking you from calling in your home. Did you move around a lot as a child? Do you feel worthy of a safe, comfortable home?

Once you’ve addressed any shadow you have around calling in your home, reprogram your subconscious mind to shift into an abundance mentality. Expand your belief of what is possible by finding other people who have successfully manifested their dream homes. By releasing limiting beliefs and expanding your subconscious mind, you can manifest your reality.

HOW TO MANIFEST A JOB FAST?

To manifest a new job, use your current circumstances to identify your blocks. Are you not making enough money in your current position? Are you mistreated by coworkers? Does the position not light you up? Use these questions to get clear on the limiting beliefs that are blocking your manifestation. Once you’ve identified what’s blocking you, you need to reprogram your mind and raise your self worth.

Often, we may not be manifesting a new opportunity because we subconsciously are afraid to show up in a big way. Whether you don’t feel worthy of a better job or you don’t want to outshine those around you, manifesting a new job comes down to raising your self worth.

HOW TO REPROGRAM YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND?

The power of your mind is profound. In fact, your subconscious dictates 100% of your manifestations. You will only be able to call in what you subconsciously believe you are worth.

All of my manifestation workshops are designed to re-program your subconscious mind to manifest dreams. Through my self hypnosis technique, you can effectively slow down your brain waves, access your subconscious mind, and reprogram limiting beliefs. This is a process that takes time and repetition, but the work is significantly more effective than abundance manifestations or vision boards.

If you want to manifest now, it’s time to reprogram your subconscious.

WHAT IS SHADOW WORK THERAPY?

Shadow work is at the core of my manifestation process and workshops. Shadow, the rejected aspects of ourselves, limits our self worth and manifestations. It also keeps us in a cycle of shame and fear. Owning and integrating our shadow has the power to create deep healing and powerful self worth. Once we can embrace the aspects of self of which we were programmed to be shameful, we can fully become our most magnetic, authentic selves.

While all of my work centers around integrating shadow, I’ve built a workshop specifically to release shame, guilt, and self criticism. Through this work, you’ll Identify the origin of any feelings of unworthiness, heal wounds that block you from returning to your most authentic self, and rewire your neural pathways to replace limiting beliefs with self empowerment. With an integrated shadow, you’ll be able to raise your worth and attract all that you desire.

question: How does one manifest their dreams?

answer: The author claims that results come when you reprogram your subconscious mind.

question: What does it mean to manifest?

answer: It is a method of attracting whatever it is you desire.

question: How do you reprogram your mind?

answer: Information can't be found.

question: What is Shadow Work Therapy?

answer: Shadow, the rejected aspects of ourselves, limits our self-worth and manifestations. Shadow work therapy is the act of embracing the aspects of self of which we were programmed to be shameful, so we can fully become our most magnetic, authentic selves.

question: Is Shadow Work Therapy effective?

answer: Information can't be found.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The writer talks about their counterintuitive program to manifest, and how they use Shadow Work Therapy to become their most authentic, magnetic self.


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*Tick…tick…tick…*

The sound of the clock echoed through Clark’s brain. He checked his watch. Five past twelve. The wind blew through his hair as he stood facing the street from the alleyway. He had forgotten the way the breeze sent a tiny tingle down his back, like a thousand harmless insects crawling under his skin. He took a hesitant step towards the intersection, which he immediately regretted and stepped back. He clenched his hands into fists quickly, three times, and released. He composed himself and tried again.

*Coward.*

Clark checked his watch. Less than a minute had passed. Time moved at an awfully slow pace outside of the Rolling Meadows Mental Institute. He was used to the structured days, the consistent, methodical, mechanical-like planning of every second of every day. Eight am, wake up. Eight-fifteen, breakfast and medication. Eight-sixteen and a half, converse with Tim. Eight-thirty, group session begins. Twelve, group session ends. Twelve-fifteen, medication and lunch. His entire day dictated by the clock in the hall. But not today. Today was his escape.  Clark checked his watch.

*Tick…tick…tick…*

He had made his escape just before group session. He saw the exit slightly ajar, and he leaped for the opportunity. The sunlight grazed his face like the hand of an old dear friend. *Welcome home,* it whispered to him with a familiar voice. *Welcome to your future.* Three hours and forty-two minutes later, Clark found himself in an alleyway facing the industrial cityscape. He battled the urge to turn back and fought against the fear to move forward. Frozen, he stood alone.

*You worthless piece of shit. No one cares. You could disappear forever, and no one would notice. You’re just a fucking waste of space.*

Tim’s voice crawled back into his ears. It was a quiet, infectious shouting that reverberated its way into his brain, down his spine, and into the soles of his worn-out Adidas sneakers. It inhabited every fiber of his clothing; it soaked into every inch of his skin. Clark’s hands instinctively shot up to his ears as he shouted, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” His heart raced. He staggered around the alley. His feet moved towards the fire-escape on the wall which his hands grasped and pulled his body up. Hand over hand, Clark climbed autonomously to the roof. The open space calmed Clark. In an instant, the scenery changed. The grey alleyway morphed into a snow-speckled mountain. The passing traffic became grazing sheep. Panting, Clark stood alone. Far from the sounds of the busy street; far from the corruption, and poverty, and the social diseases; far from the silence of Rolling Meadows. Far from Tim. Far from anyone who had ever glanced into Clark’s eyes, into Clark’s file, into Clark’s mind. Clark checked his watch.

*We’re never really alone, are we? I’m always here.*

He whimpered and forced his eyes shut. Twelve-eighteen. His hand reached out as he tilted forward, groping for something solid. He brushed the rough bark of the evergreen to his left. The crutch teemed with life. He could feel the infinite pulsating force beneath its armor-like exterior. The breeze rustled his hair once again. He felt a sharp pinch on his hand; he opened his eyes to determine the source. A small brownish spider crawled between his fingers and back onto the tree. Its venom coursed through Clark’s veins. His skin started to swell beneath the bite. Clark’s thoughts wandered back to the comic books beneath his mattress at Rolling Meadows. The heroes were lost, without purpose. Without purpose until something extraordinary happened.

*This is it.*

The scenery transformed again. The sky filled with hazy grey rainclouds; the mountain became a hotel. Clark’s clothes changed into spandex, and a brightly colored balloon emblazoned itself on his chest. With a gasp of impossibility, Clark’s universe turned into a frame from a comic book.

*You have found purpose in your life, Clark. Finally, you have found your place.*

Tim’s voice no longer scratched menacingly in Clark’s brain. Each breath seemed easier; he took each step with confidence. The watercolor walls beamed brightly as he stared across his vast city. He was its protector. Desperately, it cried for a hero, and he was there to answer the call.

*Look down.*

Below him, a woman was being attacked. A masked man took a violent swing and knocked her against the wall. He cocked again for another blow.

*This is your chance, Clark. Do not let this slip away.*

Suddenly, he was not so sure.

*Tick…tick…tick…*

Sweat began to drip down his face. He looked at his hands.

*You have been given to the power to protect. Do not let it go to waste.*
He watched the woman take the second hit. Oxygen suddenly seemed sparse. He gasped for air.

*Jump. Inflate. Save her. Use the abilities that you’ve been given. Your time is running out.*

His chest tightened. He inched towards the edge.

*Tick…tick…tick…*

The woman fell.

*Do it!*

His palms clammy, he glanced down. Twelve stories and twenty-nine windows.

*Jump!*

Clark leaped from the edge. His body inflamed to three times its size as he aimed to land between the attacker and his victim. Laughter echoed through Clark’s brain as the wind rushed past his face and the sunlight whispered with a familiar voice for the final time. A smile stretched across his face in a moment of pure serenity. In a single instant, Clark’s realities collapsed. The buildings fell into the mountainside; the watercolor walls were destroyed by the iron city. The grazing sheep became the angry traffic that they always had been. The victim and her abuser became a young business woman smoking a cigarette. Clark’s peace lasted no longer than a tick of his watch. Tim died with Clark the instant he crushed the woman he was trying to save. Three deaths in one act of self-torture left only two bodies to be buried. Clark’s wrist beeped as his watch turned to twelve-thirty.

(Taking suggestions for a title)

title: The Watch

question: Who is Clark?

answer: Clark is a mental institute escapee who struggles with the voice of Tim inside his mind.

question: What is this story's source of conflict?

answer: The conflict is Clark's escape paired with a negative voice inside his head, Tim.

question: What is Clark's relationship with the Rolling Meadows Mental Institute?

answer: Clark seems to have been a patient there and is now escaping the institution.

question: Why did Clark whimper?

answer: Clark whimpers when Tim tells Clark that he's always there.

question: How did Clark's universe turn into a frame from a comic book?

answer: It's not exactly clear how this imagery relates to a comic book. He believed he was climbing a tree, but he was actually climbing a building. A brightly colored balloon was emblazoned on Clark's chest.

question: What is the chance that Clark can't let slip away?

answer: Tim is hinting to Clark that it is his chance to be a hero when he sees a man assaulting a woman below him. He's several stories high on the building.

question: Describe the ending of the story.

answer: Clark leaps several stories off the building to save the woman, but ends up killing her, himself, and Tim. As he's falling towards his death, he realizes the woman was never being assaulted, but was just on a cigarette break.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Clark escapes the mental institution where he was a patient, but he still cannot escape the voice in his head, Tim. He scales a building, which he at first believes is an evergreen. Tim tells Clark to look down from the building, and Clark sees a woman being assaulted by a masked man. Tim tells him this is his chance to be a hero, so Clark leaps down from the twelfth story. At the last second, he realizes the woman is only on a smoke break, and he falls on her, killing himself, Tim, and the woman.