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The first thing you do is butter the bun. Then you drop it down the toaster. The toaster takes approximately eighteen seconds to toast. You then put the top and bottom together, place them on a red tray and then cover the twelve buns that fit on the tray, 4x3,  with another tray and place them to the side. Once you are ready to make the sandwich you place two pickles on the bottom, no more than a quarter inch over lapping. Then you place the chicken filet with the smooth, round side facing up and then place the crown of the bun on top. Finally open up the sandwich bag allowing enough room for the sandwich to easily slide in, then fold the bag over twice and place it in the warming drawer for five minutes. Any sandwich that sits there for longer than five minutes gets trashed. If you would like a deluxe sandwich then place either a slice of American, provolone, or pepper jack cheese on top of the filet, then put two, whole, tomato slices on top of the cheese and two pieces of lettuce, shiny side up, that frame the bun on top of the tomatoes. Then repeat until your soul has been crushed, pissed on, and every dream and fire that has ever existed in you has been stomped out by the ceaseless, monotonous work you subject yourself to in order to not even get by.

They, being the people who don’t work with you, will remind you that you chose to be there, just be thankful to have a job, or that it is just temporary. You know that isn’t true though. You can’t find a better job because you are working 50 hours a week and you are too tired to do anything else. You can barely even find the energy or will power to get out of bed in the morning. Every once in a while you feel like you have enough energy and fortitude to say enough is enough and move on but then you realize your life revolves around this job. All of your friends are there. They are the people that deal with all of the shitty customers who think they are the Queen of god damn England, the ones who think they own you because you stand behind a register. Your coworkers are the ones that after all the shit you put up with tell to forget the customer, he is an asshole, you didn’t do anything wrong, people like that just happen. You have a bond with your coworkers, like brother in arms who are united by their common misery. So the cycle repeats, week after week after week after week after week after week as if your days are manufactured on an assembly line.

Then you find yourself waking up in the tiny room you call an apartment. You shower and head to work and start your day off like you have the past, seemingly, five thousand days. You clock in, take your slip that shows the time you clocked in and put it your wallet. Then you say high to everyone. Then you either go to the kitchen or the front counter depending on what you are assigned that day. Then you spend the next ten hours slaving away like the robot you are. You listen to the exact same orders, make the exact same food and you have the exact same routine to live by. Then you watch your boss drive up in his new, gas guzzling behemoth of a truck and say “Hi!” to everyone as if he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. It is as if he has no idea what the people he employs put up with on a daily basis. It is as if he hopes his friendly disposition will be contagious but what does he do besides sit in that office of his in the back while you are the one who gets burned at the fryers and the one who has to choose if it is worth turning the heat on at night. You are the one that has to decide whether or not to fix your car or just walk the five miles or so. The one who should just deal with the tooth ache or dish out the three thousand dollars for a root canal because god forbid giving his employees health insurance would just decimate his profits. No one likes the boss.

Between the shitty boss, shitty job, and shitty house and lifestyle what can you find to be joyous about? You are simply a tiny little speck. In fact you aren’t even speck in the scheme of things. You are less than a pixel, you are less than even the red, blue, and green lights that make up a pixel. You are nonexistent and utterly replaceable and no one will notice if you go. Just like no one has noticed the billions of stars that have existed and perished and no one ever will. Just like no one ever notices the trillions of bacteria that are beneath our feet. That is what you amount to. At some point we have all been there. The thing is though that not all of us end there. That is the saving grace. There is a glimmer of a hope that one day you can escape the cycle of the daily grind. Get a degree if you are young enough, have a support system while you find a better job, or maybe you are stronger than most and do it all alone.

Not everyone is lucky though. Sometimes the grind wears you down and grinds you to you are so thin that you become a part of the walls there. You are an everlasting stone that will be a part of where you are stuck, just like the walls. Bills add up and sooner than you know it you are living out on the streets and left with nothing but free time. Maybe you cope with a steady dose of drugs. Maybe you cope with a healthier method. Either way it leads to the same thing. If you aren’t apart of the club, the haves, then you better get used to meaningless, mindless tasks that ask nothing of you but obedience.  The boss, the haves, will tell you that working at these crummy soul devouring jobs is fine. What would they know about what you do though? It is not a matter of them being any less hard working but it is a matter of having something to show for it. If you work at a restaurant and you can’t even afford to eat there they pay you so little then what is the point?

It gets to the point where thinking physically hurts. It breaks you just as bad as your job does. You think of all the things that you gave up, that you let slip by and you think never again will I let that happen, but it is too late. You have already buttered the buns. You have dropped them in the toaster. You have placed them on the tray. Put the two pickles on the bun, then the filet, and then the top part of the bun. You have wrapped the sandwich and placed it in the warming drawer until you throw it up for the next customer to devour or for it to get thrown away because it has been the warmer to long and has grown hard and unpleasant and unwanted.

title: A Man's Thoughts on Never Getting His Slice of the Pie in a Southern Town with Nothing Left to Live For.

question: Why can't the protagonist leave?

answer: He is stuck in the poverty trap. He can't afford to save money, and his earnings are barely enough to scrape by. He is too tired to look for another job even without leaving his current one. Lastly, his only friends are his coworkers.

question: Why don't the workers like the boss?

answer: The boss pays them as little as he can, is completely oblivious to their plight, and still has the gall to act as if his jovial attitude should be contagious.

question: What is the central complaint in the story?

answer: The narrator doesn't mind working hard, but it bothers him heavily that he can't afford to eat at the place he works. He doesn't have anything to show for his hard work.

question: Why does the narrator think he's worthless?

answer: Because he knows he can be replaced without any issue to the business or the boss. He has nothing to show for his work apart from his survival.

question: Besides being stuck, why does the narrator continue the cycle?

answer: The story implies that there's a tiny glimmer of hope that one day he can escape it. It's also implied that the daily grind became a habit.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator describes how to assemble a good sandwich as part of his workday, noting the repetition. He earns so little and works so hard that looking for something better isn't possible. Even if it was, his coworkers are the only friends that make life bearable. The boss acts as if his jovial attitude is a great thing, but he has no idea what his workers go through every day. The narrator thinks of stopping the cycle, but he already made the sandwich for the next customer.


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NOTE: I haven't been able to come up with a suitable name for the protagonist yet, as you can see. The ten dashes are where his name would appear.

“There were a million chandeliers above and below me.” These were the last words that ---------typed on his hazardously dusty typewriter just before scraping the butt of his cigarette out in the pulpit of his glass ashtray. Apparently he thought these were good words to end on. If I told you why he chose these last words out of all the others that sat so readily in his dictionary, then I may ruin your expectations of Mr. -----------, or maybe I don’t know myself. Perhaps it had something to do with the gleaming horizon that he woke to every morning as he rolled out of bed, peered out of his window, and watched the crystalline strands of orange light melt the cold smoke that pumped out of the cities veins.  Or maybe it had something to do with his neutrality concerning his current professional position at the Chicago tribune as staff journalist.  It was 1:00 a.m.  Around him sat seven glasses of water which had been each been sipped the same amount of times. John cascaded the wheels of his chair across the lumpy laminate wood as he sprawled his body back, staring at his typed words for a few moments thinking about the sporadic manner in which he typed them and what they meant at all. He gently pulled back the cardboard hinge on his pack of Marlboro 27’s, plucked a fresh cigarette out, and brought the Styrofoam stub to his lips. He allowed it to dangle there. ---------- alternated glances between his blotted typewriter paper and his small rectangular alarm clock which rested on a low and chipped maple dresser. After a few minutes had gone by, he put the dangling cigarette back in the box. He loosened the bright yellow tie that hung around his neck, and laid his sore body down on the slightly damp bed leaving a parade of dust in the sky from impact.  It was now 1:30 a.m in Chicago on a Wednesday.  ------- was in no rush.

Every Sunday, him, his six combined brothers and sisters, and his parents would cram into a tiny coastal Rhode Island church to hear about sin, which was a topic -------knew well.  Growing up on the coast of Rhode Island taught him two things: Don’t pray standing up and what the preacher says goes.  Of course, it is possible to pray standing up. It may even be more comfortable than kneeling.  To examine this problem would mean having to reveal a seemingly miniscule and innocuous moment in ---------’s adolescence. I would have to back-peddle through countless erased moments and drunken stupors which have been banned and exiled from ----------’s present psyche. I would have to go back past Charloette Stone’s beach-house, past the silver dollar moon, and, eventually, back to the last dance at ----------’s senior prom, and I simply will not trespass on that exiled box of memories at this current moment.  John lay on his damp bed, staring at the picture of his family sitting in front of a glowing lake, resting at the foothills of familiar mountains. It was the last time he was together with his entire family.  Next to the picture, was a pint of the cheapest whiskey sold in Chicago. He laid on his side for a few moments dissecting the picture waiting for some sort of strong emotional image to come to his mind. It never came.

---------- woke to a screeching noise. Face down on his pillow, he opened his eyes and gazed into the ash wall for a few moments before jumping out of bed and attacking the snooze button on his alarm clock.  After a few more than necessary slaps to the top of his alarm clock, ---------- peered outside of his window, which was the only thing that was clean in the entire apartment, although, most people wouldn’t sum up ---------- apartment with the word: entirely. The words half or almost would be more appropriate. Outside of his window, there were five taxi cabs parked on the street, a corner vendor that would sell hot dogs for less than the normal price to ---------- when he would drunkenly loiter around the corners before dusk and a large fenced park diagonally to his left. The grass in the park looked like somebody had poured mass amounts of yellow cabbage onto the ground. He turned around in disgust and hopped into his half-shower. It was 7:45 a.m on a Thursday.  Time. John Dinka’s alarm clock went off while he was in the shower, like it always does. A plethora of quite imaginative curse words screamed loud enough to wake the inhabitants of the neighboring apartment was usually the selected response from ----------, for now he had to put his shower on hold while he turned the alarm off, which would subtract one minute and thirty seconds from his morning schedule, (and not to mention juice up the heating bill) as he would have to spend an extra minute and thirty seconds washing the conditioner out of his static orange hair. It seemed that ---------- mornings were meticulously planned out, perhaps better than most sane people. ---------- was, of course, sane. His random outbursts of anger, obvious alcoholism, and sociopathic tendencies were just by-products of a world that moves in masses, always forgetting the people similar to him; or, that’s how he would come to see the world, anyways. He chocked all of it up to society like it was trendy.  As a matter of fact, ---------- may have been ahead of the curve because, for the journalist’ at the Chicago Tribune, there was nothing trendier than finding a valid excuse for blaming society. ---------- was completely sane by most people’s standards; he didn’t dare stand out.   ---------- finished tying his solid red tie over a creased burnt marshmallow dress shirt.  He grabbed his keys off the dresser, and walked casually out of his apartment door even though he knew he was a minute and thirty seconds behind schedule.  He led himself down the maroon carpeted stairs, through the bright lobby, and out to his shitty fucking car.

title: Started writing this a while ago. Just reviewed it and adjusted some material. Any criticism would be awesome!

question: Summarize the main source of tension in the story.

answer: The main source of tension in this story is the main character's-his name is John Dinka-alcoholism. Along with that, he has a difficult family that drives him to drink, and this also seems to motivate the strangely self-imposed timelines he crafts for himself. Dinka is prone to outbursts and does not have his life together.

question: Summarize what might happen if Dinka were to quit drinking.


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OSCAR PETER SNYDER (January 6, 1895 – February 21, 1983) was a United States Army major general who served in the Army Medical Department as a Chief of the U.S. Army Dental Corps from 1954 to 1956.

Biography

World War I

Oscar Peter Snyder was born to Emil and Anna (ńee Marchand) Snyder on 6 January 1895 near Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio. He attended the Orrsville public schools graduating in 1912. He entered The Ohio State University College of Dentistry and graduated with the degree of Doctor of Dental Surgery in June 1916. He was commissioned a first lieutenant in the Regular Army on 24 October 1916. He first served at Columbus Barracks, Ohio until 18 December 1916 when he was transferred to Fort McIntosh, Laredo, Texas as Camp Hospital Dental Surgeon. In June 1917 Snyder was transferred to Fort McPherson, Georgia and then to Camp Hancock, Georgia as the 28th Infantry Division Dental Surgeon. The 28th Division was sent to France in May 1918 with the American Expeditionary Forces (AEF) where Snyder participated in the Marne Defensive, the Marne Offensive, Oise-Aisne Offensive and the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. He returned to the United States on 20 July 1919.

1920s and 1930s

He was assigned to Camp Dodge, Iowa with temporary duty in Illinois, Wisconsin and Michigan. In September 1922 he was transferred to Fort Sheridan, Illinois where he met and married Louise McDonald in May 1923. In August 1924 he was sent to Camp Stotsenberg in the Philippines then to Sternberg General Hospital in Manila. His first child, Jane Louise Snyder, was born on 6 January 1927 and the family returned to the United States in April. Oscar P. 'Peter' Snyder Jr was born on 23 February 1930 while Snyder was assigned to Walter Reed General Hospital. In June 1931 he was transferred to Fort Thomas, Kentucky as Post Dental Surgeon. In August 1935 he enrolled in the Army Dental School and graduated from the Postgraduate Course in February 1936 and in August was transferred to the United States Military Academy, West Point, New York.

World War II

In April 1941 he reported to Lawson General Hospital, Atlanta, Georgia, and was sent to Melbourne, Australia on 12 April 1942 as Chief Dental Surgeon, Southwest Pacific Theater, Office of the Surgeon General. Snyder returned from the Pacific Theater in December 1944 and served at England General Hospital, Atlantic City, New Jersey until June 1945. Beginning in July 1945 he was Chief of the Dental Service at Fitzsimons General Hospital, Denver, Colorado.

Post-World War II

On 27 April 1948 he was transferred to Walter Reed Army Medical Center as Director of Dental Activities. In April 1953 he was transferred to Headquarters, Brooke Army Medical Center at Fort Sam Houston, Texas, as Director of Dental Activities. In April 1954 he was confirmed as Chief of the Army Dental Corps and Assistant to the Surgeon General, assuming command on 1 May 1954. This assignment ended upon his retirement from the U.S. Army on 30 November 1956.

Retirement

After retiring from the military Snyder taught at the Ohio State University College of Dentistry from January 1957 to June 1965. He died on 22 February 1983 in Columbus, Ohio.

Awards and decorations

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  1st Row    Legion of Merit with Oak Leaf Cluster
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  2nd Row        Mexican Border Service Medal
  3rd Row           American Campaign Medal

Promotions

Commissioned a first lieutenant on 24 Oct 1916, to major on 6 October 1917**, to lieutenant colonel 27 October 1936, to colonel-temporary 26 June 1941, permanent-27 October 1942, brigadier general-permanent 27 April 1948, major general-temporary and permanent on 12 April 1954.

Notes

-   -   A hand written note and photocopied baptismal certificate state that Snyder was born on 6 September 1895. When he enlisted in the Army the recruiter changed the date to 6 January and it was used on all official documents and celebrated on that date.

-   -   -   Due to legislation issued by Congress (H.R. 4897, 6 October 1917), which gave Dental Corps officers the same status as Medical Corps officers, Snyder never served in the rank of a captain.

title: Oscar P. Snyder

question: Describe Oscar P. Snyder's duties during World War II.

answer: He served as Chief Dental Surgeon in Melbourne Australia's Southwest Pacific Theater.In 1944, he returned to the United States and served at England general Hospital in New Jersey until July 1945, when he became Chief of the Dental Service at Fitzsimons General Hospital in Denver, Colorado.

question: List three positions Oscar P. Snyder held.

answer: 28th Infantry Division Dental Surgeon, Post Dental Surgeon at Fort Thomas, and Chief of the Army Dental Corps and Assistant to the Surgeon General

question: What did Oscar P. Snyder do after retiring from the military?

answer: He taught at the Ohio State University College of Dentistry.

question: List the named members of Oscar P. Snyder's family.

answer: His parents were Emil and Anna Snyder.

question: What awards did Oscar P. Snyder receive?

answer: The Legion of Merit with Oak Leaf Cluster, the Mexican Border Service Medal, and the American Campaign Medal

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Oscar P. Snyder was a United States army major general. He served as the Chief of the U.S. Army Dental Corps.


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AFTER SEEING HOW A SODA CAN TAPED TO THE STEERING WHEEL TRANSFORMS THE MERCEDES S-CLASS INTO AN AUTONOMOUS VEHICLE, THE OWNER OF THIS INFINITI MUST HAVE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF: _"HOLD ON, MY CAR IS JUST AS TECHNOLOGICALLY ADVANCED AS ANYTHING THE GERMANS MAKE. WHY DON'T I TRY THAT AS WELL?"_

And he did, with quite amazing results. This Austrian fellow discovered he doesn't even need to stick a can of soda to the steering wheel to simulate a driver's hand. The Infiniti is fine with taking care of the steering for you, even in the relatively unsafe circumstance where you've completely let go of the controls.

After that, the driver decided to take things even further by becoming a passenger. And what do you know? The Q50 isn't even phased by not feeling the weight of the driver on the seat. It simply continues gliding down the highway at some speed. Tchaikovsky's _Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy_ (has been changed to Ride of the Valkyries by Wagner) and the fact that the car is going down the highway at 100 km/h really made out hair stand on end.

The Infiniti driverless stunt is sure to give people lots of crazy ideas. Who's to say you can't get into the car drunk, jump into the passenger seat and let the car cruise down the highway until you're home. And if the police do catch you, the case will probably take years to settle. And what happens if you jump out the window like that guy in the i3 did? It will probably keep driving until it runs out of fuel, won't it? That's why we feel these assist systems that do everything for you aren't the most thought-out idea ever.

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question: What country is the man from?

answer: Austria.

question: Who wrote the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy?

answer: Tchaikovsky.

question: What was stuck to a steering wheel to make a Mercedes autonomous?

answer: A soda can.

question: What car originally was made driverless?

answer: A Mercedes.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The article summarizes how a man made his car self-driving by hooking a soda can to the steering wheel.


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_PORTO_ is a 2016 American drama film directed by Gabe Klinger and written by Larry Gross and Gabe Klinger. The film stars Anton Yelchin, Lucie Lucas, Paulo Calatré, João Monteiro Oliveira and Françoise Lebrun. The film was released on November 17, 2017, by Kino Lorber.

Cast

-   Anton Yelchin as Jake Kleeman
-   Lucie Lucas as Mati Vargnier
-   Paulo Calatré as João
-   Françoise Lebrun as Mother
-   Leonor Brunner as Madeleine
-   Leonor Cordes as Leonor
-   Naga as Schmitty

Release

The film premiered at the San Sebastián International Film Festival on September 19, 2016.[1][2] On March 10, 2017, Kino Lorber acquired distribution rights to the film.[3] The film was released on November 17, 2017, by Kino Lorber.[4]

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title: Porto (film)

question: What genre is Porto?

answer: Drama

question: When was Porto released?

answer: It premiered at a film festival on September 9, 2016 and had its official release on November 17, 2017.

question: What studio released Porto?

answer: Kino Lorber distributed the film.

question: Summarize the plot of the film.

answer: The plot is not mentioned in the article.

question: Who stars in the film?

answer: Anton Yelchin, Lucie Lucas, Paulo Calatré, João Monteiro Oliveira and Françoise Lebrun

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Porto is an American drama film that premiered in 2016 and was released in 2017 by Kino Lorber. It was directed by Gabe Klinger and written by Larry Gross and Gabe Klinger.


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[Africa Proconsularis (125 AD)] SEMTA was a Roman era Municipium also known as _Augustum Semta_ in Africa Proconsularis that is tentatively identified with ruins at Henchir Zemba (Dzemda) [1] Carthage, Tunisia near the Oued el Kebir southwest of Zaghouan[2] at 36.269282, 9.887345.[3]

Ruins

The site has been excavated and those excavations revealed three different building complexes:[4]

-   a rectangular building,
-   a high mausoleum and,
-   two further buildings, one of which is called the Byzantine fortress, measuring .

Numerous inscriptions have been found there.[5]

Bishopric

The ancient city was also the seat of an ancient bishopric[6] in the ecclesiastical province of Carthage.[7][8][9] Only two bishops are known from Semta. The Catholic Maggiorino attended the Council of Carthage (411), as at that time the city had no Donatist bishops. Florenzio took part in the anti-Monothelite Council of Carthage (646). The current bishop is Juan Gómez.[10][11]

[1] Brent D. Shaw, _Sacred Violence: African Christians and Sectarian Hatred in the Age of Augustine_ (Cambridge University Press, 2011 ).

[2] Barington Altas.

[3] http://imperium.ahlfeldt.se/places/24857.html

[4] Semta, Henchir Dzemda.

[5] Louis Poinssot & Robert Lantier, Q. Geminius Sabinus, Princeps peregrinorum _Comptes rendus des séances de l'Académie des Inscriptions et Belles-Lettres_ (1923) Vol 67, Num 3 pp. 197-201.

[6] Semta at catholic-hierarchy.org.

[7] Apostolische Nachfolge – Titularsitze

[8] Semta at _gcatholic.org_ (English)

[9] J. Mesnage, _L'Afrique chrétienne_, (Paris, 1912), p. 63.

[10] _Le Petit Episcopologe_, Issue 127.

[11] _Revue des Ordinations Épiscopales_, Issue 1955, Number 71.

title: Semta (Africa)

question: When are the ruins dated to?

answer: 125 AD

question: Where are the ruins?

answer: In Carthage, Tunisia

question: What building complexes have been excavated at the site?

answer: A rectangular building, a high mausoleum, and two more buildings, one of which is identified as a Byzantine fortress

question: Who is the current bishop of the region?

answer: Juan Gomez

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Semta was a Roman era Municipium dated to around 125 AD and located in modern-day Carthage, Tunisia. Numerous inscriptions have been found at the site and three different building complexes have been excavated.


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[Sardinia Street looking west with Kingsway and One Kemble Street in the distance.] SARDINIA STREET is a short street in the City of Westminster (south side) and the London Borough of Camden (north side) that runs from Kingsway to the south-west corner of Lincoln's Inn Fields. It was named after the old Sardinia Street that was demolished during the construction of Kingsway in 1905.

Buildings

[London School of Economics buildings on the corner of Kingsway and Sardinia Street featuring a sculpture by Richard Wilson.[1]] The north side of Sardinia street is wholly taken up by the New Academic Building of the London School of Economics (LSE), formerly the Public Trustee Office. In 2009, a sculpture by Richard Wilson was installed on its corner with Kingsway.[2][3] The K2 telephone kiosk on that corner is grade II listed with Historic England.[4]

The south side includes an office building, Sardinia House (c.1910[5]) of the LSE, and a King's College London building that fronts Kingsway.

[1] LSE unveils new Richard Wilson sculpture, Square the Block. London School of Economics, 14 September 2009. Retrieved 25 December 2016.

[2]

[3] _Square the Block_. Richard Wilson. Retrieved 27 January 2017.

[4]

[5] Sardinia House property specifications. London School of Economics. Retrieved 25 December 2016.

title: Sardinia Street, Kingsway

question: Where does one find Sardinia Street?

answer: Sardinia Street can be found in the south-west corner of Lincoln's Inn Fields.

question: What is the street named after?

answer: The street is named after the old Sardinia Street which was demolished in the construction of Kingsway in 1905.

question: List some notable sights found on Sardinia Street.

answer:
The London School of Economics
A sculpture by Richard Wilson
A historic K2 telephone kiosk

question: What is special about a telephone kiosk?

answer: Historic England lists the K2 telephone kiosk as Grade II.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Kingsway's Sardinia Street, found in the south-west corner of Lincoln's Inn Fields, is home to The London School of Economics. It boasts of a sculpture by Richard Wilson, and a K2 telephone kiosk that Historic England lists as Grade II.


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  “THROUGH THE FORCE…THINGS YOU WILL SEE; OTHER PLACES. THE FUTURE, THE PAST…OLD FRIENDS LONG GONE.”

  _-Yoda, The Empire Strikes Back_

Coming exactly at the halfway point in The Force Awakens, viewers were treated to the Star Wars equivalent of a vision quest. It’s not the first time we’ve seen one, but it’s the first time we’ve _seen one_. We watched Luke experience one while meditating on Dagobah, but we only had his recollection to walk us through it (“I saw….I saw a city in the clouds…”). Here, we got to experience the sights and sounds alongside our heroine.

[Star Wars Awakens Daisy Ridley Rey]

There was a lot to take in and a lot of it was jumbled and almost impossible to decipher, but let’s do our best because it may end up being one of the most pivotal scenes in the whole sequel trilogy.

It begins with the lightsaber. It’s the blade passed down from Anakin to Luke and was thought lost when Vader sliced off his son’s hand during their duel above Bespin. How Maz Kanata recovered it, when it was last seen flying past Luke (while he was hanging from the Cloud City antennae) down to the gas giant below, is never addressed. It probably never will be either, and Maz’ “a good question for another time” line was likely written just to make it mysterious without having to figure the details out.

Once Rey touches the saber is when things get trippy. I’ve provided some screenshots that are low quality but get the point across.

[Star Wars Rey Theory 1]

The sights and sounds of this vision have to be separated, because at times the sights match the sounds and other times they are very different. For example, the first thing we see is the area change from Maz’ basement to the Cloud City corridor that Vader and Luke dueled in. It’s the spot where Vader used the force to hurl objects at Luke, just before they took their fight to the catwalk outside.

[Star Wars Rey Theory 2]

That’s the sight, but what about the sound? The first sound you hear is the ignition of the lightsaber. That is followed by—and this can be hard to discern, but it’s definitely there—the sound of young Rey screaming “No!”

After that, the corridor begins to break apart, and you hear Yoda’s voice repeating his line from his training of Luke about the Force. He says “it’s energy…surrounds us…” the line doesn’t finish, at least not initially.

[Star Wars Rey Theory 3]

Everything collapses and Cloud City is no more. Rey loses her footing and lands on the ground. As she does the environment changes to what at first looks like a lava planet, but upon closer (and repeated) inspection, it seems instead to be an ordinary world. Rey has come upon a roaring fire. As the caption in the picture says, the sound we hear is of Luke screaming “No!” when he discovered Vader was his father.

[Star Wars Rey Theory 4]

The background of the scene doesn’t change and the flashes of the fire and the burning embers tell us this is just another angle of the same scene. We see a robed figure touch R2 in a way that conveys comfort, as though the droid is sad. There’s no doubt this is Luke. His robotic hand matches the final scene of the movie, as does his off-white shirt.

It’s here that we hear the end of Yoda’s statement from before, as the old Jedi says “…and binds us.” Maz later described what Rey experienced as the Force calling out to her. It seems the way it’s doing that is not only through sights and sounds of her past and future, but also through some words of wisdom _about_ the force from one of its greatest disciples.

[Star Wars Rey Theory 5]

The fires leave us and the scene changes to a rainy night. There’s no detached audio clues here, just the sound of rain pelting the ground. Rey turns around and sees a man holding what looks like a medieval mace, ready to strike her down. Just before he does…

[Star Wars Rey Theory 6]

He gets run through with a red lightsaber. It shouldn’t be lost on the viewer (at least not the second time around) that this is the same manner of death that Kylo used to kill Han Solo. We’re seeing this from Rey’s perspective, and I think that’s important. The camera is about the change to a more neutral overhead shot, but here we’re seeing this through Rey’s eyes.

[Star Wars Rey Theory 7]

We get a clearer look at what’s going on and the sight is overwhelming. Dozens of dead bodies are spread across the ground and Kylo Ren stands prominently in front of a motley crew of unknown individuals. Are these the knights of Ren, of which Kylo is “master” according to Snoke? They are clearly taking a submissive position behind him, which means the individual Kylo killed in the previous frame was very likely among the group. Did he step out of line? Is that why he was run through with the lightsaber?

We can only speculate, but my theory is that he was a knight of Ren about to strike down Rey, but for whatever reason Kylo intervened and saved her life. It’s interesting to note that, on the rainy planet, Kylo shows no offensive posture toward Rey. The only time he does is at the end of the vision, which we’ll get to shortly.

[Star Wars Rey Theory 8a]

The source of the voice who says “quiet girl!” to young Rey (and I think there’s no doubt that’s a young Rey) is of some debate, but I think it’s clearly Unkar Plutt, the junk dealer to whom Rey goes to sell her scrap metal. The voice matches the large hand that’s holding her arm too. Why he’s got possession of her is anyone’s guess, but there’s clearly someone she loves on the ship that is flying away. Clearly Rey was left, but by whom?

Reading the novelization of the movie it is clear that Kylo knows who Rey is. When they are having their duel in the snow on Starkiller base, in the book Kylo at one point says “It _is_ you” and the writer points out that it’s not the first time that Rey had the suspicion that people knew more about her than she knew about herself. Could it be that Kylo left Rey on Jakku as an act of mercy? Perhaps he killed the knight that was trying to kill her and decided to spare her life by hiding her. That of course raises more questions, for which I have no answers. Just speculation!

[Star Wars Rey Theory 9]

The scene changes from Jakku in the past to Starkiller base in the future. Rey witnesses the sunlight being extinguished (which would happen just before Kylo kills his father) and then from behind the snowy trees Kylo himself appears with saber ignited. Rey stumbles backwards and as she does she hears the voice of Obi Wan Kenobi saying “Rey?” It is interesting that JJ Abrams talked about how they edited down a clip of Sir Alec Guinness saying “don’t be afRAId” in order to get the word “Rey” and that he was so happy when he heard it because it was exactly _how_ he wanted it to sound. So how did it sound? It sounded like a question. It sounded like Obi Wan, in tune with the force, was surprised to find Rey experiencing a force-induced vision. So many intriguing possibilities to explore with that.

As the vision ends, Rey stumbles backwards and falls on her butt. As she lands everything returns to the basement of Maz’ castle. And as she falls we hear again the voice of Obi Wan, only this time it is a new line recorded by Ewan McGregor: “These are your first steps” he tells her. Maz tells her that the Force is calling to her, but she refuses the call (in keeping with the Joseph Campbell rules of mythology). Later, in the snow-fight with Kylo she does finally close her eyes and “let it in.” When she does, the Force “Awakens” within her, guides her actions and helps her to fend of Kylo Ren’s attack.

The ending is exhilarating, but the real intriguing part of the film is the minute-long vision the force allowed her to see. It provided hints of her past, hints which hopefully will be explained as we go forward in the sequel trilogy.

If you have any theories about Rey’s vision, or anything you picked up on that was missed here (JJ and company have said that a lot was going on in the vision and that a lot of sound effects and voices were featured), let us know in the comments below!

question: What Star Wars movie is the author talking about?

answer: The Force Awakens

question: How did Luke lose his lightsaber?

answer: He lost it when Vader sliced off his hand during their duel.

question: What does Yoda say about "The Force?"

answer: Yoda says that The Force is an energy that surrounds everyone and everything. Wielders of the force can use it to see the past, the future, old friends who are long gone, and other places.

question: What is the post all about?

answer: The post is about several theories of what's happening when Rey touched Luke's lightsaber.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The force allows Rey to have visions of the future, which saves her life when Kylo Ren attacks her.


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I had been sitting in that waiting room for what felt like forever. The last thing I remembered was that I was on the plane on my way home to see my family and friends. All of a sudden I got a stinging headache and couldn't see because of a bright light that filled my eyes. And then I was here. In this waiting room.

I looked around and realized I recognized some of these faces. These people had been with me on the plane. I wondered why I was here and what they were doing here as well. As I observed the room, I noticed that things seemed off. Some of the people didn't have the lower part of their bodies, some were holding a limb belonging to them. It didn't seem to bother them, they looked more confused about this whole situation.

The speakers hanging to the ceiling would occasionally announce a name and a person would walk through a big white door. Finally I heard my name announced. I stood up, looked around me and walked through the door at the far end of the room. I was greeted by a smiling woman in blood red scrubs.

"This way", she said and walked to the corridor on the left. I followed her until we arrived at what seemed to be an office.
"In here", she said. I walked into the unlit room, found a chair opposite to a desk and sat down. The woman shut the door and I could hear her walk away. I wondered why she hadn't turned on the light, I couldn't see anything. I sat there for a moment, still confused to what was happening.  All of a sudden, a light seemed to be turned on. I looked around until I saw a lamp in the corner of the room.

"So, you are here now. We have to find a place for you, I guess", said a voice behind me. I turned around to face the desk and I saw a giant of a man sitting there. He had ruffled hair and a long beard black as coal and wearing a plaid shirt underneath his white robe. Even though he was sitting, I had to look up to see his face. He did not seem old, but it was visible in his face that he was experienced with life.
"Uh... Where exactly am I?", I asked.
„We don‘t have time for games. You should've looked it up when you first came in here", he answered as he flipped through some files.
"I just remember being on a plane and getting a terrible headache and the next thing I know is that I‘m in this waiting room. I don‘t understand what‘s going on", I said.
"I am trying to sort out this situation for you. Would you please?", he replied. I was so surprised that I couldn't say a word. Neither one of us said anything for a while, the silence only broken by the sound of the paper as he scrolled through his files.
"Ah, yes. Here it is", he said. "I'm going to have to make some calls. If you would please go back to the waiting room. You‘ll be called again".

The door behind me opened. I stood up, turned around and walked out. The door closed behind me and I walked back to the big white door and to the waiting room. There were still many people there. I looked around to try and see if there were any signs or brochures with any information, but I could not find any. I took a seat. Shortly afterwards a woman who looked to be in her late thirties sat down close to me. She seemed scared.
"Do you have any idea where we are?", I asked her calmly. She looked at me and watched me for a while before muttering her reply.
"N-no... I don‘t...", she replied. I could see the fear in her eyes.
"What are you so afraid of?", I asked her.
"Nothing!", she replied. "Well, I have he-eard stories ab-bout this. But I don't believe tha-ats happening he-ere."
"What stories?", I asked her. The talking seemed to calm her down.
"Did you get the headache and see the white light too?", she asked.
"Yes. What does that have to do with anything?".
"They say it‘s death".
"Death?". I was shocked. I didn't know what to think.
"Yes", she replied. "A bright white light. The light at the end of the tunnel. Haven‘t you heard?".
I admitted I hadn't given it any thought. I was about to say something when I heard my name on the speaker system and forgot it. I stood up, walked to the white door and was greeted by another woman.

"Sorry to keep you waiting", she said. "Would you follow me please?".
I followed her as she walked straight ahead. We walked for long and turn after turn we finally stopped in front of a grey door. She looked at me and smiled as she opened the door to another unlit room. I looked in and the room was empty except for a sofa chair that seemed to be made with leather and a made up bed.
"This is your stop", the woman said.
This did not make me any less confused, but I walked into the room and she shut the door. I expected a light to be turned on, but after standing there for a moment nothing happened. Somehow I managed to find my way to the chair and sat down, thinking someone would come soon and explain what was happening, but nothing changed. No light was turned on, no one came. I stood up and tried to find the door, but no door handle was to be found. I tried banging on the walls and call, but the sounds died out as soon as I made them. Realizing that this would not help, I made my way back to the chair and sat down and waited.

title: The Waiting Room

question: What does the waiting room in the story represent?

answer: The waiting room in the story represents the waiting room or judgement room of death. The way that the story signifies that this place is where people see the "light at the end of the tunnel" which represents death. The narrator is brought into  room where no light is turned on and no one has come, which could mean he has been brought to his own personal hell.

question: How did the narrator "die"?

answer: The narrator supposedly "died" on a plane crash. The narrator states how he recognized some of the faces on the plane. When the narrator went to observe the room, he could feel how off some of the things felt because some people didn't have the lower parts of their bodies and some were holding limbs that did not belong to them. The whole situation looked confusing.

question: Would the narrator feel panic or would be be comfortable when it dawned on him that he had died?


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John MacAndrew bent to the ground, picking up the last piece of wood, he placed it with the others.  John's wife sent him out to the woods to find firewood for the night.

On his way back to the farm, John noticed three men in the woods, traveling down an animal made path.  John was expecting them.  Reivers who were sent out to find John and kill him.  Reivers were raiders along the Scottish/English border consisting of both nationalities.  John had earlier joined forces with the Ross clan who where pursuing a group of reivers who had stolen the cattle of the Ross Clan.  John was one archer of supreme skill and made a name for himself killing reivers with his bow.  At the end of the pursuit, John pulled out his bow and struck the Chief reiver in the eye.

As the men walked down the path they noticed a young man carrying a bundle of wood.  The young man was not a tall one, actually he was rather short in stature, and seemed to have trouble carrying the wood as he stumbled and dropped one piece after another.
"You there boy," the reiver said.  "Do you know a John MacAndrew?"
"I know him," John said.  "I'm the servant."
"I need you to show us where he lives."
"Not sure if I can do that, he doesn't like visitors."
What a surprise, thought the reivers.  John MacAndrew was known for his run-ins with border raiders and was constantly in danger from one seeking a vendetta.
"Tell you what," one of the reivers said.  "I will give you two shillings if you bring us to MacAndrew."
"Two shillings? I guess I could take you to his house."
They followed the boy up the path to a small farm and up to the farm house.  The house was not much to look at, at most it looked like it held two rooms.  Outside the house was an old oak tree, it looked as if it been there for centuries.

Claire MacAndrew placed the last log into the fireplace.  She sat at the large table at the center of the room, the table itself almost took up the entire room, leaving little space to walk.  Where is he?  John should be home by now, thought Claire.  It was a cold night and the fire would not last much longer.  There was a knock on the door.  Claire got up from her seat and opened the small wooden door.  Standing outside was her husband and three large men.  John took off his hat and held it with both hands.
"Excuse me Ms,"  John said.  "Is your husband around?"
"He ran off about an hour ago, but he should be around here somewhere."
Claire and her husband had many encounters with reivers.  She knew all about the dangers that seemed to follow John wherever he went.  Once again she would have to help John escape his troubles.  Where would he be without me?  Dead, perhaps, thought Claire.
"Would you like to come in?"
"Do you have food?" said one of the reivers.
"We always have food for guests, please sit down."
The reivers one by one walk in and sat down at the table.  John also walked it with his hat still in hand as he stood patently by the door.
"Samuel,"  Claire turned to John.  "Go fetch the master,  I think he went to check on the cows."
"Yes Ms."
With a smile John put his hat back on and ran out the door, closing the door behind him.

Once outside, John made his way to the barn located behind the house.  The barn was where the MacAndrew's kept farm equipment and newly slaughtered animals.  Inside there was a newly killed cow.  John placed the cow on his shoulder and carried it back to the house.  Placing the cow against the door, with the flesh side up, made it more of a challenge to open the door from the inside.  John turned around to face the old oak tree.  My favorite tree, thought John as he started to climb.  About six meters up, John reached into a hollow crevice within the tree.  He pulled out a bow and a quiver with a supply of arrows.

Placing three cups on the table, Claire poured water for each of the three men at the table.
"I thought you had food."
"I'm bringing you food, I thought you would want some water first."
At the far end of the house Claire opened the pantry where she stored a small provision of food.  She gathered a arm full of small whole wheel size of cheese.
"I hope you all like cheese."
"Cheese?" said one man.  "She has cheese!"
"A whole wheel of cheese." Claire said.  She made her way over to the men, still seated, eagerly awaiting the first meal in half a day of travel.  While walking to the reivers she slipped and fell onto the newly swept dirt floor.  The balls of cheese bounced and rolled away from her in every direction.  The three men all in a hurry flew from their seats and dived for the cheese, fighting each other for the food.  As if they where rodents, desperate for food, crammed the food into their own mouths as if there was no time to chew.  Suddenly the room was filled with the cry of the young man.
"MacAndrew is coming!"  the boy yelled.  "John MacAndrew is on his way!"
The men struggled to get to their feet.  One choked as he tried to spit a large piece of cheese from his mouth.  They rushed for the door, but there was something pressing against the small wooden door, slowing their escape.

John watched as if someone was struggling to open the door.  The fresh cow carcass was doing what he wished.  John pulled out an arrow from his quiver.  Pulled back on his bow, aimed at the door and waited.  The door slowly by little budged open more and more.  A large jut finally flew the door open as the carcass fell in front of the door with the skinned side facing upwards.  The first of the reivers rushed out.  He slipped on the skinned carcass and landed on his back.  John released his first arrow.  The arrow struck the man in the neck entering from the lower part of the neck and traveled upwards towards the skull.  Reiver number two emerged from the farm house, sword in hand.  He looked around, as if he was scanning his surroundings.  John released his second arrow.  The reiver looked upwards towards the oak tree.  The arrow struck the man in the head, killing him instantly.  The third and final reiver staggered out, still choking on his piece of cheese roll, sword in hand.  The third arrow left John MacAndrew's bow.  Striking the man in the spleen.  The man fell as he screamed in agony.  John released a fourth arrow.  Hitting the man in the stomach, followed by a fifth arrow to the chest.

John placed his quiver of arrows and bow back into the crevice of the old oak tree.  As the climbed back down his wife came out to see what had happened.
"You know they will send more men to find you."
"Let them come,"  John said.  "They are not the first, and they will not be the last raiders I kill."
"Don't you think it would be wise to move north?"  Claire said.  "I mean--away from the border, away from the cattle raiders?"
"Why?  John asked.  "This is our home.  If they want to steal my cattle and my way of living they will have to get past me first.  I'm not going to be chased away from my home."
"I'm just not sure how many times I can get you out of trouble John."
"Don't worry, I'm the best archer this place has ever seen.  I'm not going anywhere soon."

title: John MacAndrew and the Reivers

question: What is the cow carcass used for?

answer: John uses it to block the door and stall the reivers.

question: Is John McAndrew married?

answer: John is married to Claire

question: What does John McAndrew do for a living?

answer: He raises cattle.

question: Who said "You there boy"?

answer: One of the reivers who came to kill John said that.

question: Who does John shoot with an arrow?

answer: John kills three reivers with his bow.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: While walking in his pasture, John sees three reivers approaching. He pretends to be a servant and is asked by them to guide them to John's house. His wife Claire distracts them while John goes to get his bow, in preparation to kill them and defend himself. When the reivers try to leave, John shoots them all dead. John and Claire discuss whether to stay near the border, where raiders frequently come around.


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As Alanna sat on the bed, she thought:

*Why is my marriage over? How? What exactly did I do to cause him to walk out?*

She felt dejected and sad enough to cry when she felt a heavy, furry thing on her shoulder.

She turned and saw Teddy, aka Theodore T. Urso, her imaginary friend from her childhood

"Teddy!" she exclaimed.

"Alanna," he said to her calmly, the way he always talked with her. "Do you remember when you were five years old?"

"I...uh...barely," she said. "Oh, sorry about the pun, Teddy!"

"No problem," he said. "Now if you don't remember, I do. Your family had moved into a new house in a new neighborhood across town. Few children in the neighborhood wanted to play with you. Your older sister hated you because you had taken all the attention away from her. Your older brother ignored you. And sometimes your parents didn't pay the best attention to you because they were busy.

"I came to you then. I became your friend. I helped you get through those sad, bad times.

"I am truly sorry about what happened to your marriage. Now that you need some friendship, I've returned. Because I never left you. I was a part of you. I am a part of you. And I will always be a part of you. And if I helped you through some bad times when you were a girl and knew nothing, I sure can help you now because you're a woman and know more...and better."

Alanna put her hand on his paw and sniffled. "Thanks, Teddy. You're a good bear."

"You're welcome," the bear said. "And while you get over your ex-husband, I recommend that you get a dog. Love him or her and he or she will love you back. They are truly man's best friend. And I won't be jealous. I'll be happy that my friend has a good buddy."

title: An Old Friend Returns

question: Why was Alanna upset?

answer: Alanna was upset because her marriage was over.

question: When did Teddy and Alanna first begin their friendship?

answer: Teddy and Alanna's friendship began when Alanna's family had moved into a new neighborhood and she had nobody to play with. Her siblings ignored her and her parents were busy. Teddy helped her get through those tough times.

question: Is Teddy a human?

answer: No, Teddy is a bear that was Alanna's childhood imaginary friend. The Teddy is named Theodore T. Urso.

question: What does he suggest Alanna?

answer: Teddy suggests Alanna gets a dog. She would love the dog and the dog would love her back.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer:
Alanna's marriage was over, and she sat down crying and devastated. Just then, Teddy, her childhood imaginary friend, comes to the rescue.

Teddy reminds her how he helped her get through her childhood and assures Alanna that he would do the same now. He suggests Alanna get a dog.


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Jakobsson's Melon Strong Slim Dry White - Preview. 4 May 2015.

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It looks like Gotlandssnus is releasing a new Jakobsson's product that will bring the Jakobsson's line into new territory. This is the first Jakobsson's product that is released as a slim portion, and also their first "Dry White" product. Many companies are releasing these dryer snuses to save money when snus is taxed based on weight.

The product description says, "_Finally - the popular flavor of Melon Strong now as a Dry White Portion with a Slim portion format! Jakobssons Melon is a strong snus with a fruity and sweet melon flavor; the portions run less than original ones and have a great fit under the lip. Enjoy the summerly flavor!_"  This product is available for sale now!

question: What is Gotlandssnus's new product?

answer: Jakobsson's Melon Strong Slim Dry White.

question: What is the product description of this new product?

answer: Jakobsson's Melon is a strong melon-flavor snus with a slim portion.

question: Why are many companies releasing dryer snuses?

answer: They can save money from dryer snuses since tax is based on the weight of the snus.

question: Is the product already available for sale?

answer: Yes.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Gotlandssnus's new Melon Strong Slim Dry White, a strong snus with a fruity flavor, is already available for sale.


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JOSEPH EMILE M. OUELLETTE (July 23, 1908 – January 15, 1992) was a Canadian politician. He served in the Legislative Assembly of New Brunswick from 1970 to 1974 as member of the Progressive Conservative party.[1][2][3]

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title: Joseph E. M. Ouellette

question: Who was Joseph Emile M. Ouellette?

answer: A Canadian politician who served in the Legislative Assembly of New Brunswick.

question: What did he do?

answer: He was a member of the Progressive Conservative party. Other than that the page doesn't specify.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A page about Canadian politician Joseph Emile M. Ouellette.


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The GORDON BUTTE PUMPED STORAGE PROJECT is a planned pumped hydroelectric storage facility that will be located in Martinsdale, Montana.

The facility will be owned and operated by Absaroka Energy, which submitted a license application for the project to the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission in 2015.[1] The agency approved the request in December 2016, following a September decision of no environmental impact, granting Absaroka a 50-year license to operate Gordon Butte.[2]

Gordon Butte will be located on a site, and will have access to water from Cottonwood Creek, a tributary of the Musselshell River.[3] The facility will operate as a closed system, without actively drawing or discharging water into the watershed.[4] It will have a 4,000 acre-foot capacity reservoir, located above the base,[5] with a power generation capacity of about 400 MW.[6]

According to Absaroka, construction was planned to begin in 2018 or later, after design and engineering work is completed and financing is obtained.[7] The construction cost is projected to be $986 million, and once in operation the annual operating cost will be $173 million to generate power with an estimated value of $220 million.[8]

In 2019 Danish investment group Copenhagen Infrastructure Partners made a significant equity investment in the project[9] which may allow construction to begin in 2020.[10]

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title: Gordon Butte Pumped Storage Project

question: What is the capacity of the Gordon Butte pumped storage project?

answer: It will have a 4 000 acre-foot capacity reservoir, located above the base with a power generation capacity of about 400 MW.

question: Summarize all the information relating to approval of the Gordon Butte pumped storage project.

answer: The facility will be owned and operated by Absaroka Energy. The Federal Energy Regulatory Commission approved the license application in 2016 following a decision of no environmental impact, granting Absaroka a 50-year license to operate Gordon Butte pumped storage project. Construction was planned for 2018. The construction cost is projected to be $986 million, operating cost will be $173 million. In 2019 Danish investment group Copenhagen Infrastructure Partners made a significant investment in the project which may allow construction to begin in 2020.

question: Summarize all the information relating to the operation of the Gordon Butte pumped storage project.

answer: The site where the project is located has access to Cottonwood Creek, a tributary of the Musselshell River. The system will operate a closed system, without actively drawing or discharging water into the watershed.

question: Where is the Gordon Butte pumped storage project located?

answer: It will be located in Martinsdale, Montana, U.S.A.

question: Summarize all the information relating to funding and construction of the Gordon Butte pumped storage project.

answer: The construction cost is projected to be $986 million, operating cost will be $173 million, generating power with an estimated value of $220 million. In 2019 Danish investment group Copenhagen Infrastructure Partners made a significant investment in the project which may allow construction to begin in 2020.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The Gordon Butte pumped hydroelectric storage facility is approved and should start construction in 2020 generating 400 MW of electricity.


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A recent survey of the University of Arizona’s academic freedom policy illustrates a concern amongst survey takers regarding free speech practices.

Lynn Nadel, chair of the faculty and regents’ professor of psychology and cognitive science, said that academic freedom is not only crucial to a university but that it also protects the key function of universities.

Academic freedom involves the right to speak freely about things both in your subject matter and about institutional matters without fear of retaliation from both external and internal forces, Nadel said.

Gary Rhoades is an educational policy studies and practice professor, head of the Department of Education Policy Studies and Practice and director of the Center for the Study of Higher Education. He was also the general secretary of the American Association of University Professors, which he said has helped define academic freedom over the past 100 years.

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“It provides a freedom that’s really important in a democracy for academics to be able to engage in open exchange in four different areas of activity in academics,” Rhoades said.

The foundation of academic freedom is the freedom to teach, research, comment on public matters and speak about internal institutional matters.

“There should be no retaliation or someone trying to influence or shape what is being said or taught,” Rhoades said. “As long as one clearly remains that their view is independent of the university’s, they can speak about public matters without fear or retribution.”

Nadel said that even with a good written policy in place, we need to revisit the policy to address rising issues.

“There were a lot more people that felt the written protections were good, rather than safe,” Nadel said.

According to the survey of 778 respondents, “More than 50 percent believe that academic freedom at the UA is insufficiently protected.”

Nadel and Rhoades both agreed that the main issues regarding the current UA policy is the lack of clarity regarding who is protected and what to do in the case of an academic freedom complaint.

Among those who took the survey, 49 percent identified as faculty on tenure or tenure track. The survey showed that those who are not on tenure track feel especially vulnerable and distrustful of the current policy.

Rhoades said these people feel at risk and that there are questions of formal protection built into the UA’s policies. He said he believes it’s a fair assessment that the policy is unclear, indicating that it’s problematic they don’t believe their freedom will be protected.

“When I say I’m not afraid to speak up, that’s easy for me to say,” Nadel said. “I’m a [tenured] full professor. What are they going to do to me? But my assistant professor colleague may not be willing to be as outspoken. My [untenured] graduate student may be afraid to say anything at all.”

Zach Brooks, president of the Graduate and Professional Student Council, said that graduate students occupy a strange “middle ground.”

“We have an interesting role, because sometimes we as graduate students are teachers, researchers, clinicians and administrators, but we’re also students,” Brooks said.

He added that, at times, graduate students may feel less able to speak up, and other times, they might have more ability to speak because they’re not full-time employees of the university and have less fear over what they say.

“What we think we’re going to do is make the existing protections a lot better known and make it absolutely clear what things are in place to protect each category of employee,” Nadel said.

Rhoades added that one way to do this is to “meet with smaller targeted groups of employees about these issues” and develop ideas for protective policies that are more inclusive.

Nadel said if you don’t speak up, then you can never determine if you’re protected.

“In order for an individual or, more importantly, for an institution to create a culture where academic freedom is believed in and valued, where people feel confident that it’s going to be enforced, we have to be talking about it and exercising it,” Rhoades said.

There are major issues regarding what the process is when academic freedom is violated.

Both Rhoades and Nadel said the current chart indicating what to do is confusing and complicated. Rhoades said that everyone involved must “work toward better clarification” on what must be done in situations where violations of any one’s academic freedom may have occurred.

“We want to make the processes under the policy much better understood,” Nadel said. “We need to be much more specific and get the information out there, so that people will be more aware of everything that’s in place to protect them.”

Rhoades added that another thing that could be done is for formal leaders of the university to make important affirmations to the university community that academic freedom is valued.

“Universities are among the most important places where we’re creating and disseminating knowledge,” he said. “We have people who are studying a whole variety of issues and topics, and if we allow that institution to be unfairly restricted or confined with what it can talk about and what it can explore, then we’re hampering our ability as a democracy to discuss difficult issues and … engage in all sorts of exploration that makes us interesting important, curious and innovative people.”

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question: What does the text say about the University of Arizona football team?

question: What does the text say about academic freedom in universities?

answer: Academic freedom is the right to speak freely about things in a students' subject matter or about institutional matters without fear of retaliation from both internal and external forces. It is crucial to a university because it protects the key function of universities. Academic freedom is really important in a democracy for academics to be able to engage in open exchange in four different areas of activity in academics. The foundation of academic freedom is the freedom to teach, research, comment on public matters, and speak about internal institutional matters.

question: What does the text say about the survey regarding the University of Arizona's free speech practices?

answer: There is concern amongst survey takers regarding the school's free speech practices. A lot of people felt that the written protections were good, rather than safe. According to a survey of 778 respondents, more than 50 percent believe that academic freedom at the UA is insufficiently protected. The main issue about the current UA policy is the lack of clarity regarding who is protected and what to do in case of an academic freedom complaint. Among those who took the survey, 49 percent identified as faculty on tenure or tenure track, which shows that those who are not on tenure track feel vulnerable and distrustful of the current policy.

question: What does the text say about where graduate students stand in UA's academic freedom policy?

answer: Graduate students occupy a strange "middle ground" in UA's academic freedom policy. They have an interesting role because sometimes they are teachers, researchers, administrators, and clinicians, but at the same time, they are also still students. Graduate students may feel less able to speak up or may be afraid to say anything at all because they are untenured (and still students). However, there may be other times where they might have more ability to speak because they're not full-time employees of the university and have ess fear over what they say.


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The Temporary Vagina of Ollie Long-Johnson
By Colonel Sadface

    Ollie Long-Johnson awoke to a sharp pain in his genital area one cloudy Friday morning. As soon as he yelled out, the pain was gone. He threw off the covers and examined his penis. There were no visible marks anywhere. Perhaps he turned over and slept on it funny. At any rate, the pain was no more than a ghost now. He hopped out of bed and into the shower to get ready for work.
    As he washed, he felt several small stabbing pains from his penis and scrotum. He ignored them, seeing no signs of damage to the skin when he checked. He finished his shower and dressed for the day.
    The pains continued on his drive to work, and all the way to his desk. By now, he was considering calling a professional. Perhaps he would call the hospital during his lunch break. He never did.

Ollie’s day passed in discomfort as his penile pains persisted. On the way home, the pain had elevated into a periodic throbbing, and by bedtime, it was a constant hurt. He considered going to the emergency room, but how would he explain a steadily stinging scrotum? He decided to take some sleeping pills and dropped off within minutes.

Ollie’s dreams that night were filled with phallic imagery. Looking down, he discovered that his legs had turned to penises, and his arms were shafts with multiple penises at the ends for fingers. Even his nose was a stubby little chode. Penis-shaped lampposts lined the streets as he walked. The buildings resembled towering tadgers. Even the lines and arrows on the city streets were phallic. Moment by moment, Ollie began to lose his way. There were no longer any road signs or arrows. The buildings began to shrink and give way to hills, rolling, oblong mounds that stretched parallel for miles. The lampposts disappeared. Soon, Ollie began to slow, having difficulty walking. His legs were shrinking, his arms receding, and soon his penis-limbs disappeared altogether. He found he could no longer breathe through his chode-nose. It was gone. Ollie screamed in fright, but all that came from between his lips was a soft, reverberating raspberry noise.

He woke, remembering none of it. He yawned, stretched, and got out of bed. He walked groggily to the shower, turned on the water, and stepped in. He began to wash, and realized suddenly that his stinging one-eyed snake was no longer bothering him. He looked down and discovered why. His penis was gone.

Ollie cried out, jumping back and nearly slipping on the shower floor. Once he regained control of himself, he looked down again. Where was his penis? There was nothing there. It was just...gone. He reached down and felt a strange difference between his legs. He had a vagina.

He nearly fainted, trying to come to terms with this discovery. Where had his dick gone? This was unfathomable. How could a penis just disappear overnight? Perhaps he should go see a doctor after all. But how would he explain the sudden appearance of a vagina? How would they explain it? Would they want to run tests on him? Probe him? Maybe the doctor wasn’t the best idea. How long before he turned into a woman altogether? Maybe this was all some weird, scary dream. Yes, that had to be it. He was dreaming. He would simply go about his day as usual, and wake up the next morning, and have his penis back. Yes, he would do that.

Ollie got out of the shower and dressed for work. He thought about giving a shit about color coordination, but decided that he wasn’t a woman yet, despite his vagina.

Work was no picnic. Ollie was uncomfortable all day long. He felt like everyone was staring at him, as if they all knew he had a vagina. He felt like crying all day. Of course everyone was staring at him, he thought as he looked in the bathroom mirror. Just look at those microscopic wrinkles and the tiny amount of fat on his body. He was disgusting. Who would ever want to be with an ugly fuck like him?

That night, Ollie cried himself to sleep after eating chocolate ice cream and watching soap operas to feel bad about himself on purpose so that he could write cryptic facebook statuses and reject other people’s attempts to make him feel better.

Ollie awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to start the day. What were all these empty containers of ice cream doing here? he wondered. Did I really eat all those? Holy shit, I’m going to get fat. Oh, well, what’s a little pudge? He stepped into the shower and looked down. His penis was back! No wonder he didn’t care about feeling fat! He jumped for joy and slipped on the floor when he landed, knocking himself out.

He woke up in the hospital to a doctor standing over him.

“Ah, Ollie, you’re up. How are you feeling?”

“Not too bad, doc. How long have I been out?”

“A couple of days. A neighbor called the police when you didn’t get your newspaper, and they found you lying in the shower with the water still running. You’re lucky you didn’t drown.”

“That is lucky, I suppose. Am I going to be okay?”

“Well...” the doctor started, “you see, Ollie, when we found you, it turns out you’d had an erection when you’d fallen. Your penis broke and we had to amputate it. You have no genitalia now.”

Ollie was just about to strangle the doctor for cutting off his ruined penis, when a meteor struck the building and killed him.

The End.

TL;DR Ollie Long-Johnson had a pain in his penis, dreamed about dicks, and woke up with a vagina. He felt like a woman and then slipped in the shower. Then he died.

TL;DR TL;DR Ollie had a dick. Then a vag. Then he died.

TL;DR TL;DR TL;DR Ollie died.

question: Who are the main characters of the story?

answer: Ollie Long-Johnson

question: What is Ollie's job?

answer: That information can’t be found.

question: What's happening to Ollie?

answer: His penis turns into a vagina.

question: What does Ollie dream about?

answer: He dreams that his limbs, lamp posts, nose, and everything else are a penis.

question: Write a ~10 sentence summary.

answer: Ollie Long-Johnson wakes up and feels genital pain, which goes on for days. He ignores it and does not tell anyone while still going to work. He opts not to go to a doctor. After taking sleeping pills to dull the pain, Ollie dreams that his nose, limbs, lamp posts, and everything else become penises. He wakes up the next day with no more pain, but his penis is now a vagina. Deciding against medical help, he goes to work, but thinks about color coordination, wrinkles, and how others stare at him. He comes home and cries himself to sleep after eating ice cream and watching soap operas on purpose to make himself feel bad. Ollie wakes up the next day feeling better because he got his penis back, but he slips in the shower and knocks himself out. He wakes up in the hospital and learns he had an erection during his accident and the doctors had to amputate his penis. Before Ollie can strangle the doctor, a meteor hits and kills everyone.


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It was by a guy who (if I remember correctly) was a science fiction author. The link was to a website where the story was typed out in one continous page, and there was a little paragraph about the story at the top of the page saying that the ending was really powerful and you *must not* read the ending first. Also at the top of the page was a quote from the author stating that this particular short story was, in his opinion, the best he had ever written.

Ringing any bells?

title: I'm trying to hunt down short story that was recently posted on Reddit, but I forgot to save it.

question: Describe the ending

answer: Not described.

question: Why must you not read it first?

answer: Not described in the text except that it is really powerful.

question: Are there more stories on the page?

answer: It seems like it was just one story on the page.

question: In what way is the ending powerful?

answer: Not described.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The text is written by someone who is asking for help trying to find a story he once saw but now can't remember how to get to it.


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was a Japanese author. She graduated from the Department of Japanese Literature of Shōin Joshi Senmon Gakkō (now Osaka Shoin Women's University). Author of numerous novels, she won the Akutagawa Prize, Yomiuri Prize, and Asahi Prize, and received the Order of Culture for her contributions to literature.[1]

Biography

Tanabe was born on 27 March 1928. Her father was a photographer and operated a photography studio.[2] She was familiar with the Japanese classic literatures since her young days. The cultures and tradition of her birthplace, Osaka, largely affected her life and literature.

After World War II, she engaged in the coterie activities while working in a company. Her novel _Hanagari_ () in this period was nominated in the literature competition and adopted as a radio drama. In 1956, she won the Osaka Citizen Award for literature for her story _Niji_ (). After that she became a professional writer.

In 1964, she won the 50th Akutagawa Prize for her novel _Sentimental Journey_ (, Kanshō Ryokō). In the following years, she wrote and published a wide range of literary works, such as novels of love romance, biographies, many essays of various themes including Japanese classic literature, translations and adaptations of the classic works of Japan such as the _Tale of Genji_ and _Makura no Sōshi_.

She married Sumio Kawano () who had been a husband of her literary friend Shōko Kawano (川野彰子). After the death of Shōko, Tanabe married Kawano as a second wife in 1966, and lived with him until his death in 2002, for 36 years. They lived in Osaka, but in 1976, they moved to Itami city in Hyōgo Prefecture.

Tanabe received various literary awards. In 2000, she became a Person of Cultural Merit and then, she received Order of Culture for her literary contributions of Japanese culture in 2008. Her literary works had unique characteristics which reflected the cultures of Osaka and its dialect. She created successful love romances using Osaka dialect, which is one of Kansai dialect.

Tanabe died by ascending cholangitis on 6 June 2019 at a hospital in Kōbe, Hyōgo.[3]

Prizes

-   1956 Osaka Citizen Award, for _Niji_ ( 虹 )
-   1964 50th Akutagawa Prize for _Kanshō ryokō_ ( 感傷旅行 )
-   1987 Women's Literature Award for _Hanagoromo nuguya matsuwaru ... Waga ai no Sugita Hisajo_ ( 花衣ぬぐやまつわる......わが愛の杉田久女 )
-   1993 Yoshikawa Eiji Prize for Literature, for _Hinekure Issa_ ( ひねくれ一茶 )
-   1994 42nd Kikuchi Kan Prize, for _Hinekure Issa_
-   1998 26th Izumi Kyōka Prize for Literature, for _Dōton-bori no ame ni wakarete irai nari - Senryū sakka Kishimoto Suifu to sono jidai_ ( 道頓堀の雨に別れて以来なり-川柳作家·岸本水府とその時代 )
-   1999 50th Yomiuri Prize for _Dōton-bori no ame ni wakarete irai nari_[4]
-   2007 Asahi Prize

Awards

-   2000 Person of Cultural Merit
-   2008 Order of Culture

Selected works

Novels

-   _Hanakari_ () Touto shobou 1958
-   _Kanshou ryokou (Sentimental journey)_ () Bungei shunjuu-sha 1964
-   _Amai kankei_ () San-ichi shobou 1968
-   _Onna no hidokei_ () Yomiuri shinbun-sha 1970
-   _Joze to tora to sakana-tachi_ () Kadokawa shobou 1985
-   _Fukigenna koibito_ () Kadokawa shoten 1988
-   _Hinekure Issa_ () Koudan-sha 1992

Essays

-   _Onna no nagaburo_ () Bungei shunjū 1973
-   _Eve no okurege_ () Bungei shunjū 1975
-   _Raamen nieta mo gozonjinai_ () Shinchōsha 1977
-   _Rakurōshō_ 1, 2, 3, 4 () Shūeisha 1999, 2007, 2008, 2009

Translations and adaptations of classic Japanese works

-   _Mae mae, katatsumuri, Shin Ochikubo monogatari_ () Bungei shunjuu, 1977
-   _Shin Genji monogatari_ () Shinchou-sha, 1978–79

-   _Shihon Genji monogatari_ () Jitsugyou-no-tomo-sha, 1980

-   _Haru no mezame wa Murasaki no maki, Shin shihon Genji monogatari_ () Jitsugyou-no-tomo-sha 1983
-   _Mukashi akebono, shousetsu Makura no sōshi_ () Kadokawa shoten 1983
-   _Tanabe Seiko no Ogura hyakunin isshu_ () Kadokawa shoten 1986
-   _Tanabe Seiko no Kojiki_ () Shuueisha, Watashi no koten 1986

-   _Kiri fukaki Uji no koi, Shin Genji monogatari_ () Shinchousha 1990

Biographies

-   _Hanagoromo nuguya matsuwaru ... Waga ai no Sugita Hisajo_ () Shūeisha 1987
-   _Douton-bori no ame ni wakarete irai nari - Senryuu sakka Kishimoto Suifu to sono jidai_ () Chūōkōronsha 1998

[1]

[2]  (My father and my mother) Chuo Koronsha, 1994, PP. 113-120.

[3] Sankei news online Retrieved June 10, 2019 (Japanese)

[4]

title: Seiko Tanabe

question: When was Tanabe born?

answer: March 27, 1928

question: When did Tanabe die?

answer: June 6, 2019

question: Who did she marry?

answer: She married Sumio Kawano in 1966

question: When did she win the Akutagawa Prize?

answer: 1964

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Seiko Tanabe was a prolific Japanese author who won several prizes for her contributions to literature. She was born in 1928, and died in 2019.


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Floral Patterns

The young man handed a ten dollar bill across the counter, exchanging it for the freshly wrapped flowers the lady gave him.
A lovely bouquet, she said. He smiled, thanked her, and walked out of the market pavilion, exiting onto the downtown side street.

The late afternoon was bright and hot and the dewy flowers glistened optimistically. He headed down the street clutching the bouquet, passing market patrons and other sidewalkers, holding the flowers tightly to avoid them being jostled.

He passed through a crowd gathered at a bus stop, avoiding eye contact where possible. Two shirtless, rudely tattooed men sat reclined against a convenience store looking at him.

Faggot, one muttered, hoping his buddy thought he was overheard, hoping he was not overheard.

Probably.

The young man proceeded down the busy city thoroughfare, passing restaurant patios where glasses clinked and couples laughed. A group of ladies in large sunglasses and large necklaces drinking cocktails ogled him quietly as we walked by. He heard them titter and coo and knew their looks followed him. He would be the subject of their conversation for a few minutes.

He paused at a corner, putting the flowers into the crook of his arm to light a cigarette. A large, Greek-lettered man asked approaching him from across the street.

Yo man, could I bum a dart off you bro? he asked while groping his pocket for a lighter.

Sure.

Thanks bro. Cool flowers dude.

Thanks.

Take ‘er easy man, and he walked off back across the street, leaving the young man to light his own cigarette.

He took a few drags before starting down the street again. It was very warm, and sweat pooled on his back. He decided to cut down a shaded alley and get off the main street. His shoes sounded on the chipped asphalt as he stepped off the sidewalk over a torn garbage bag and into the cool, fetid air of the alley. Old brick rose on both sides and the flaked paint of some decayed mural remained visible beneath the city grime.

The alley exited onto a nearly vacant parking lot, and he crossed the hot pavement towards the street. He flipped his half-smoked cigarette back into the alley to join its numerous kin. The moisture had long since evaporated from the flowers he gripped, and their original lustre had faded.

The street was less busy than the one he had just left and he was thankful. The only person visible was a homeless man sitting on a spread of cardboard sipping from a worn paper cup. The young man considered crossing the street to avoid contact but decided it would be too obvious.

Spare some change?

Sorry, he answered looking away as he walked passed quickly.
I’ll take those flowers instead.

Ha, he stated and didn’t break his pace.

The street exited onto another main road and he took a right onto it, joining the herds of people swarming along the sidewalk and the traffic oozing between intersections. Buskers played on either side, and between the noise of engines and tires and voices, acoustic music was audible there, percussion there, and a wailing street person there.

His mouth was dry and his feet swam in his shoes. There was a Starbucks just ahead and he decided to stop for an ice water.
The line was long, almost to the door, but it was densely air conditioned inside and it cut through the sweaty grit that covered him. He stood as the line slowly progressed forward, the haggard baristas pouring ices and syrups into taxed blenders. He got to the front of the line and ordered his water. The cashier smiled with relief for the brief respite.

Those are beautiful flowers, who’s the lucky g—person? she asked, but he was already moving to the pickup table and her question was ground out in the sound of masticating ice.

He grabbed his water and moved through the crowded café towards the exit. A girl in a short sundress was coming through and he held the door for her with his elbow, hands clutching flowers and water.

Thanks, she said looking up at him, smiling.

You’re welcome, he said, returning her smile.

They paused for a moment, her looking at the flowers in his hand. Her smile dropped and she stepped passed him without another word. The young man exited out of the cool air into the city street.
The sidewalks were filling with nine to fivers finished the grind, inappropriately dressed for the sunny heat. They shoved passed him on both sides headed towards parking lots and bus stops, desperate to get home. He sipped his water and moved slowly upstream against the city.

Despite his best efforts the flowers were getting jostled. A small yellow carnation was crushed down and in, the cellophane folding over it. He stopped at a garbage and discarded his cup and ice, pausing to readjust the crumpled flower, unfolding the plastic from over it.

He crossed the street to cut across the park. Large trees shaded couples sprawled on benches, eating, laughing. He watched as they held hands and touched each other. Teenagers sitting too close, kissing too hard, listening to music too loud. They watched videos on their phones and they sat in each other’s laps. He walked across the grass watching them frankly. No one watched him.

The grass ended and concrete began. His destination was just up the street and he could see the squat grey building sprawled before him. He was a bit later than intended. He wanted another cigarette but didn’t want to smell like smoke.

He got to the parking lot and stopped. Cars were pulling out and he stopped to let them pass. The drivers looked at him. He climbed the steps to the front of the building and stopped. The large doors and a small garbage can with cigarette butts littered around it stood before him. He stood.

Fuck.

He took the decaying bouquet and shoved it into the ashy garbage.

Fuck.

Gripping the door handle he pulled hard and entered the building.

title: Floral Patterns

question: Who were the flowers for?

answer: That information can't be found

question: Where is the story set?

answer: An unnamed city

question: What is a "Greek-lettered man?"

answer: That information can't be found

question: Describe the bouquet.

answer: Initially, they are bright and dewy, but as the main character moves through the city, they wilt and get crumpled

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: A young man picks up a bouquet of flowers and then walks through a city, encountering various people who comment about the flowers along the way. He gets water at a Starbucks and continues, but when he gets to his destination, he throws the flowers in the trash and goes inside.


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SHU may refer to:

China

-   Sichuan, China, officially abbreviated as Shu (蜀)
-   Shu (state) (conquered by Qin in 316 BC), an ancient state in modern Sichuan
-   Shu Han (221–263) during the Three Kingdoms Period
-   Western Shu (405–413), also known as Qiao Shu, a state founded by Qiao Zong during the Eastern Jin Dynasty
-   Former Shu (907–925) during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period
-   Later Shu (934–965) during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period
-   The _Book of Documents_ (_Shū_ 書)

People

-   Shu, the guitarist in the Japanese rock band, BACK-ON
-   Shu (surname), Chinese surname 舒
-   Frank Shu (born 1943), Chinese-American professor of astronomy
-   Quan-Sheng Shu, American physicist
-   , Japanese footballer

-   Will Shu (born 1979), American businessman, the co-founder and CEO of Deliveroo

Fictional characters

-   Shu, the main character in the Xbox 360 game _Blue Dragon_
-   Shu, a character in the _Dragon Ball_ franchise
-   Shu (_Suikoden_), a character in the video game _Suikoden II_
-   Shu Shirakawa, a recurring character in the _Super Robot Wars_ video game series
-   Shū, a fictional character in the _Fist of the North Star_ manga and anime franchise
-   Shu, a fictional character in the manga series _Hikaru no Go_
-   Shu Kurenai, a character in the manga and toyline _Beyblade Burst_
-   Shuzo “Shu” Matsutani, a character in the anime series _Now and Then, Here and There_ and _Legendz_
-   Shu Ouma, a character in the anime and manga series _Guilty Crown_
-   Shū or Drew (Pokémon), a fictional character from the _Pokémon_ series
-   Shu Murakami, a fictional character from the 2017 film _Life_
-   Shū Tsukiyama, a character from the series Tokyo Ghoul
-   Shu Sakamaki (逆巻 シュウ), a character from the visual novel and anime _Diabolik Lovers_

Acronyms

SHU may be an acronym for:

-   Finnish Elite Athletes' Union, a trade union in Finland
-   Scoville Heat Unit, a measurement of _hotness_ or spiciness in food
-   Security Housing Unit, a solitary confinement space in a maximum security prison
-   Special Handling Unit, a super maximum security prison located in Sainte-Anne-des-Plaines, Quebec
-   Scottish Hockey Union, governs field hockey in Scotland

Universities

-   Sacred Heart University, Fairfield, Connecticut, US
-   Seton Hill University, Greensburg, Pennsylvania, US
-   Shanghai University, China
-   Sheffield Hallam University, England
-   Shih Hsin University, Taipei, Taiwan

Other uses

-   Shu (Egyptian god)
-   Shu, the Kazakh name for the Chu (river) in Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan
-   Shu, Kazakhstan (disambiguation)

title: Shu

question: How many different things can SHU refer to, according to this article?

answer: SHU can refer to a few different things such as China, people, fictional characters, acronyms, universities, and other uses, according to this article.

question: Is "SHU" a term that can be easily misused?

answer: Yes, this term can be easily misused because it is used for so many different purposes and when using this term, it is important to dictate for what it is being used for (i.e. a person, or a fictional character).


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This is a selection of modifications I’ve done for Diablo 2. They’re mostly small gameplay tweaks or fixes that you can mix and match with each other or mods from other authors as you see fit.

All mods require the LORD OF DESTRUCTION expansion and at least version 1.12.  Some mods may have different requirements, though, so check the included readme files for more information.

Mods on this Page

1.  Demon Hunter Class
2.  Consistent Leveling
3.  10 x 10 Stash
4.  Balanced Better Drops
5.  Fixed Font
6.  Easy Unsocket and Respec
7.  No Intro
8.  No Equipment Loss on Death

Demon Hunter Class Mod

This mod modifies the Amazon class to be more like the Demon Hunter from Diablo 3. This is mainly done by replacing the useless spear and javelin skills with all new skills. Many of these new skills are based on Assassin trap skills, so you could say that this is a merging of the two classes.

New Skills

-   Caltrops (1) — tosses a cluster of spikes to slow pursuers
-   Smoke Screen (6) — creates a cloud of smoke to cover your escape
-   Shock Turret (6) — constructs a turret that fires lightning bolts at nearby enemies
-   Poison Shuriken (12) — throws a poisoned ninja star that hits every enemy in its path
-   Engineering (12) — increases the number of shots that each turret takes
-   Grenades (18) — tosses a cluster of grenades that do fire damage in a small area
-   Fire Turret (18) — constructs a turret that fires exploding arrows at nearby enemies
-   Perimeter (24) — creates a magical barrier that enemies cannot cross
-   Mine (30) — drops a mine at your feet that does massive damage in a large area when triggered
-   Strafe Turret (30) — constructs a rapid-fire turret that shoots regular arrows at nearby enemies

Other Changes

-   Amazon bows add points to any of the three skill trees now instead of only the bow and crossbow tree
-   Amazon starting weapon is changed to a short bow and quiver instead of a javelin and shield

 [Demon Hunter Skills]
    Demon Hunter Skills

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Demon Hunter Class Mod

442 kB - RAR

Consistent Leveling Mod

_Improves game pacing by making characters level more consistently instead of progressively slower_

This mod changes the amount of experience needed to reach levels 4 through 30 such that the frequency of leveling is more consistent. This change fixes the default leveling system where players level up very quickly early on (gaining 16 levels in Act 1) and hardly ever in the late game (gaining three levels in Act 4). Though it’ll take longer to access higher skill tiers, I feel that this change really improves on the pacing of the game. I know I can trace back at least one of my own games going unfinished due to getting bored with the long stretches of time between leveling late in the game.

To balance the resultant difficulty differences, monster levels have been lowered by the number of levels which the player level is behind the original player level. This affects monster hitpoints, defense, attack rating, and damage; any other attributes, like resistances, are unaffected. However, during the last play-test, I didn’t notice any areas where monsters felt harder or easier than in previous plays without the mod.

Here are a few statistics to give you a rough idea of the changes to the leveling system.

-   Levels 10-12 have the monsters with the most reduced difficulty (74% of original values)
-   Level 15 is the level farthest behind the original levels at -3.31 levels behind
-   Level 20 is the level with the greatest difference in XP needed for the next level compared to the original XP (i.e. the point you will level slowest comparatively)
-   Level 25 is the level where the modded leveling system is gaining levels faster than the original system
-   Level 29 is the level with the greatest negative difference in XP needed for next level compared to the original XP (i.e. the point you will level fastest comparatively)

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Consistent Leveling Mod

53 kB - RAR

10 x 10 Stash Mod

_Doubles the amount of storage space in the stash_

[Diablo 2 10x10 Stash Mod]This simple modification increases the stash inventory space from 6×8 (48 spaces) to 10×10 (100 spaces).

Note that any items in a character’s stash before applying this mod will still be intact afterwards.

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10x10 Stash Mod

38 kB - RAR

Balanced Better Drops Mod

_Improves chances of getting Unique and Set Items from monster drops and gambling_

This mod gives the player better chances to find unique and set items. I was quite disappointed to only find two set items in the whole game and the only uniques dropped by Baal at the very end. This mod should be a balanced way to give the casual player a decent chance at some quality items.

Also, gambling has a much improved chance for set and unique items. The mod also allows all class-specific items to appear when gambling.

The general breakdown for drop improvements are as follows:

-   110% Better Chance for Unique Items
-   35% Better Chance for Set Items
-   10% Better Chance for Rare Items
-   0% Better Chance for Magic Items
-   16% Better Chance for High-Quality (e.g. superior, socketed) Items
-   100% Better Chance for Normal (non-junk) Items

Also, lower level monsters have a better chance to drop higher quality or higher level items now.

Gambling breakdown:

-   79% Chance of Magic Item (was 89.85%)
-   15% Chance of Rare Item (was 10%)
-   4% Chance of Set Item (was 0.1%)
-   2% Chance of Unique Item (was 0.05%)

Note that because certain item types don’t have a unique or set item available (either by design or it’s already been dropped), the perceived chances for unique and set items may be lower.

And finally, skulls have just as good a chance to drop as other gems now.

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Balanced Better Drops Mod

55 kB - RAR

Fixed Font Mod

_Fixes the 5 looking like a 6 in one of the game’s fonts_

[Fixed Font Mod]This mod merely fixes the game’s 16pt font (used on tooltip descriptions mostly) so that 5’s don’t look so much like 6’s.

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Fixed Font Mod

9 kB - RAR

Easy Unsocket and Respec

This mod makes it much simpler to unsocket a weapon or respec your character. Both employ existing Horadric Cube recipes but with more common items. Unsocketing destroys any gem/rune/jewel, but leaves the weapon/armor intact. Respec gives you the Token of Absolution, which when right-clicked resets your character skills and stats. The recipes are as follows.

-   Unsocket: One socketed item + one town portal scroll
-   Respec: One town portal scroll + one identify scroll

[] 3.78K

Easy Unsocket and Respec

5 kB - RAR

No Intro Mod

_Replaces the intro videos with short, blank ones that don’t waste your time_

[] 2.07K

No Equipment Loss on Death Mod

This mod removes the endlessly frustrating death penalty where your equipment is put on your corpse, often forcing you to have to retrieve it in the midst of a swarm of tough monsters. Gold and XP penalties still apply.

[] 3.49K

No Equipment Loss on Death Mod (1.13d)

436 kB - RAR

[] 1.66K

No Equipment Loss on Death Mod (1.14d)

1 MB - RAR

Changelog

5/13/17
-updated No Equipment Loss on Death Mod to 1.14d

5/11/17
-all mods tested with 1.14d and updated where required
-fixed bug with Demon Hunter Class Mod where act 2 mercs couldn’t use their skills

2/18/15
-added Demon Hunter Class Mod

2/3/15
-added No Equipment Loss on Death Mod

12/18/14
-added Easy Unsocket and Respec mod

12/15/14
-added No Intro mod

10/29/14
-fixed text in Balanced Better Drops mod

7/15/2014
-updated Balanced Better Drops mod to add class-specific item gambling and bonus set

2/21/2014
-updated for patch 1.13d

4/17/2010
-updated for patch 1.13

1/27/2009
-initial release for Diablo 2 1.12

question: Why would a player want to implement these mods?

answer: Because they significantly improve the game experience, from improved game pacing with characters leveling consistently, to better chances for collecting items, these mods make notable improvements to the gaming experience.