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Tick....Tick....Tick...

That old clock still has my number. The cats eyes go back and forth, but they're always watching me. From the kitchen, to the living room, and though the walls seperate us, I can feel it watching in the bathroom. Shampoo bottles half empty, my blow dryer and bubble bath. I don't need these things, but I need to take them. I picked a few empty boxes from the grocery nearby, but havent filled up one yet.

Tick....Tick...

If I just sit on the floor..no, if I lay actually, I can see the colors of the curtains and couches swirling around. I'm not high yet, nothing to drink this early, and still I'm spinning. I want to rip the books off of the shelf and hurl them at the TV, but then I won't have the white noise. Maury or something is playing, they're about to find out if some guy is the father to a child of a loud woman. I hope he's not.
    If I get up now, and start collecting and packing, I'll likely feel a sense of accomplishment, that's what I've been primed to believe, but what really will be done? I'll have moved on from a place of comfort, even if it has grown less familiar. I'll be carrying my things, physical and emotional, from block to block, searching for a new place to put down my baggage. Who does that help, and what does it accomplish?
    Maybe I'll just leave it all. Who needs these things; pots and pans, frilly curtains and polished oak poles. If I'd spent less time picking them out, maybe I wouldn't feel so conflicted. What do I need from here anymore, and what did I need from here to begin with? I'm wondering if I ever felt truly at home here, or if I bought these accessories to distract myself from an empty feeling I've always had inside these walls.

Tick....Tick...

If I step onto the balcony and look below, I can see the flower garden meant to be cared for by this floor, the apartments above and below, and mine. A bare area in the middle where I got lazy, or apathetic, or forgetful. I don't remember the last time I planted something, and It's harder to remember if it was out of a gradual lack of interest, or if there was a clear and defined event that curbed my desire to make the patch of earth I was responsible for a nicer and more beautiful thing to see and touch. I normally have an ashtray, but I think It's in one of the boxes now, so It can't hurt too much to flick one cigarette off the porch, just this time.
    I've been avoiding our room. I can't be in there, I keep thinking. It's too hard, I keep saying. I wonder though if I feel ashamed, or If I feel betrayed. I don't know why he did it, but I wonder if it was my fault. Maybe I wasn't loving enough, or maybe I was distracted dwelling in my dark times and failed to see his. I've been told before about the distraction. My parents, my friends, I'm always reffered to as if I'm empty headed, or just careless to others feeling. Maybe I am? Is this an opportunity to work on a bad habit and salvage future relationships? Should I take the plates and silverware? I could just buy more, but I did pick these out specifically because they matched our dining room walls and table. If I find myself lying on the floor again, does that say something about my desire to take what's mine anymore? What is mine, anymore?

Tick....

I think I should just leave this place behind and move on, to something scary and brand new and different. Maybe I should change my hair, my name, throw out all of my clothes and start a new life. I'm lost, but still alive. I'll leave these possessions, and the boxes, and just walk east.
    I will walk into our room one last time, and say goodbye, and kiss his forehead. That at the very least will save me from worrying about taking my red lipstick, and I may as well leave the rest of my makeup too. The clock is still watching though, so perhaps I'll just send a postcard from my new life.

'Love From Sunny Somewhere, Wish You Were Here!'

And I do, wish you were here. Just like I know I'll wish you were with me anywhere I go. I can't pretend things are a certain way anymore though, just like I know now you couldn't.
So If I just leave it all behind, what will be waiting for me outside?
    The trees and sidewalks, the birds and buses, all with purpose, ill defined, with expectations just like mine. Dependent on the will of other people to make our purpose known, and weak enough to be benign as soon as others cease to use us.

So I do, leave the boxes, but I think I'll take that fucking clock.

title: [MF] How Small We Are

question: What does the story say about the theme of moving on?

answer: The narrator is moving out of their apartment and thinks about the things they will take with them. They are conflicted about what to take and what to leave behind. They are also conflicted about their relationship with their partner. The narrator is not sure if they want to move on from the comfort of their apartment and their relationship.

critique: The narrator is not moving out of their apartment, they are moving to a new one.

critique: The response is missing the part where the narrator is conflicted about moving on from their old life.

question: Summarize everything relating to the narrator's plans for the future.

answer: They consider moving on from a place of comfort, even if it is less familiar. They imagine seeing the colors of the couch and curtains swirling, wondering if they're moving too quickly-if they will have moved on from a place of comfort. They try to put the motion on, but lack an accomplishing feeling. Focusing on the past, then, might imply the narrator will stay for support, for another person in their lives. The narrator, who had been deep in thought and consideration, does these impulsive things at the end because of a gut feeling.

critique: The narrator is not considering moving on from a place of comfort. They are considering leaving their possessions behind and moving on to something new.

question: What does the story say about what the narrator's ex's family thinks of him?

answer: No answer

critique: The story does not mention anything about the narrator's ex's family.

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention anything about what the narrator's ex's family thinks of him.

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention anything about the narrator's ex's family.


split: test

text:
'Tomorrow will just have to be what today wasn't'. That was my mother’s mantra. She said it after every hard shift, every failed test, every break up, and every argument. She whispered it into my ears as she wiped tears off my cheeks. I used to tell myself the same thing when things went awry. I had always put faith into words, especially those words. Words defined my life.
It was 4:15 in the morning on the sixteenth of July. There was nothing special about the time or the date, but my brain woke me up regardless. I remember how cold it was in my room. I reached out of bed, tapped the small touch lamp on the bedside table, grabbed the robe that hung off the post of my bed and buried myself inside of it. Sliding my feet into my slippers, I crossed the room to turn on my space heater.

Had I lived anywhere else, the heater probably would’ve been stored away with holiday decorations and winter jackets, but I didn’t live anywhere else. I lived in a studio apartment with very little space. I didn’t own any holiday decorations and all of my winter clothes were hung up and stuffed into my little closet behind all of my summer clothes. I crossed the room and turned the knob on my fourteen dollar space heater to the single notch that signified power level one. The lamp lost a little bit of light. I shuffled toward my bed, kicked off the slippers and did a belly flop onto the mattress. The room filled with the quiet hum of the heater converting the temperature of the air and I squirmed under the comforter. Laying in my bed, wrapped in a robe and snuggled under a blanket, I knew I wasn’t getting back to sleep that night. I had only slept for about three hours and already my brain had kicked me into consciousness and given me the finger. I laid there for a few minutes and decided, ’Fuck it. If I’m going to be awake, I’m going to work’. I grabbed the laptop from the other side of the end table, nearly knocking the lamp off as I did. I pushed the lamp back into place, increasing its brightness ever so slightly. I flipped the laptop open and was greeted by a page full of text.

Words had always comforted me. Growing up, my mother always knew exactly what to say to make things better. She had so many pearls of wisdom to hand out and I had always eagerly accepted them. It had just been her and I growing up. After I was born, the doctor told her she wouldn’t have any more children. Her husband, who I refused to acknowledge as being my father (why should I, I never even saw his face), couldn’t stand to be with a woman who couldn’t provide him with a son so he left her with her daughter without a trace. Kids at school were always kind enough to point out how weird it was that Lindsay didn’t have a dad and when I would report their observations to my mother, she would always get down on her knees, put her hands on my shoulders and ask me, “Are those children smarter than you?” to which I always replied, “No”. Her follow up would be something similar to “Are the girls prettier than you?” This question had bothered me because I looked nothing like my mother (which, naturally, meant that I looked like her ex-husband). But, in the end, the answer was usually “No”. She would ask if they were stronger or braver than me and, as the queen of dares and arm wrestling, I always responded in the negative. She would wrap all of these questions up with one final one, the only one that really mattered.

“So then, Lindsay, are the kids with fathers better than you?”

And I always knew they weren’t. There were some kids in town that were, but they all went to a private school and I never had to see them anyway. I went to the only public school in my town. Everyone knew everyone else and we were all poor. No one had a guest bedroom and most of the houses had only one bathroom. My mom worked as a nurse during the day at the local nursing home and bartended during the night. She was always home when I woke up, when school let out, and when I went to sleep. As soon as I was old enough, I got a job helping out at the library after school. I got lost in books and excelled in English and ended up writing my way out of that little town and into Chicago. I took my mother with me, but she didn’t make it very long in a big city. She was exceedingly proud of my success but I always told her that she was the one who had given it to me.

I opened the laptop to find a page mostly filled with words. They were small money words. I hadn’t produced big money words since my mother died. I watched the cursor blink, waiting to be jettisoned across the screen by a slew of creativity or inspiration but it just stood there and blinked at me. I was in the middle of reading the paragraph preceding the boring cursor when I heard a rattling outside of my bedroom. My brain shut down and I stared at my bedroom door, waiting to see if it would bust inward. Someone was in my apartment. I knew that because the closest I came to a pet was the plastic tree by the front door and the dead fern by the window. I remember thinking ’Who the fuck would break in to my shitty apartment?’ but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that somebody had. My lamp was on and my laptop was illuminating my room, so whoever it was probably knew that I was awake. Did they know that I knew they were there?

title: [MS] Actually looking for feedback on my firsts few paragraphs

question: What does the narrator have to say about single parenthood?

answer: The narrator suggests her mother was always there to help her overcome bullying from kids at school and provide the parenting she didn't have. She recognizes that she is better off without a father and does not dwell on it.

critique: It is omitted that people in the narrator's hometown recognized the absence of a father, and the fact the lack of a father made them feel like they were lesser.

critique: The narrator does not say that she is better off without a father.

critique: The narrator does not say she is better off without a father.

critique: The narrator doesn't dwell on the lack of a father.

critique: Does not mention that her mother's life was not without sacrifice.

critique: The response is not related to the question.

critique: Does not mention how her mother tried to comfort her with her words.

critique: The narrator does not recognize that she is better off without a father.

critique: It should be added that she also commends her mother for providing her with wisdom and comfort in the absence of her father.

critique: The answer misses to mention that the narrator is proud of her mother and appreciates her for all the things she has done for her.

critique: The narrator does not address the single parenting issue directly.

critique: The narrator's mother was not always there to help her overcome bullying from kids at school.

critique: Nowhere does the story dwell on whether or not she is better off without a father.

question: Why would someone break into Lindsay's apartment?

answer: The location is not described, as in Chicago (if she moved there from a small town) she's in a large apartment. Why she never considered a roommate. It could be an exciting place for a someone to live.

critique: She never thought about a roommate because her mother never had another child, so the apartment is meant to be just her own.

critique: The answer is not relevant to the question.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: "The location is not described, as in Chicago (if she moved there from a small town) she's in a large apartment. Why she never considered a roommate. It could be an exciting place for a someone to live." - this is not relevant to the question and should be deleted.

critique: The location is not described, as in Chicago (if she moved there from a small town) she's in a large apartment. Why she never considered a roommate. It could be an exciting place for a someone to live.

critique: It does describe the location. It's Chicago.

critique: This is written in past tense and the passage uses present pretense. Fix tense of answer.

critique: She didn't consider a roommate because she was from a small town and was living in a small apartment.

critique: This is a good answer, but the passage doesn't say that Lindsay is living in Chicago.

text: The question is not answered by the text.

category: other

refinement: The location is not described, as in Chicago (if she moved there from a small town) she's in a large apartment. Why she never considered a roommate. It could be an exciting place for a someone to live.

category_text: The question is not answered.

question: Summarize what the story has to say about self-worth.

answer: The narrator's mom always made sure to remind Lindsay growing up that she had tremendous backbone, was stronger and tougher than anyone else, and was as brilliant as her mother. At one point, the narrator reflects that despite her hometown school being one of the poorest, filled with children with absent fathers, she knew she was better: she had a mother who was always there to support and help raise her as she grew up. Her mother also worked hard, so her children never had to worry about their finances. This seems to give her a perspective and foundation on which to build a sense of self-worth.

critique: There is no evidence that the narrator's mom had a sense of humor.

critique: This has way too much irrelevant detail contained in it. The story has actually nothing to say about the town containing a lot of kids with absent fathers.

critique: The narrator's mother told her she was better than the kids with fathers.

critique: The narrator's mother never told her she was better than anyone else.

critique: This is inaccurate. Lindsay's mother never said she was smarter than anyone, only that she was as tough, strong and brave as anyone.

critique: Doesn't mention the part about the girl's father leaving her mother.

critique: The mother didn't work hard to be there for her children because they never had to worry about their finances. She had to work hard to provide.

critique: It's omitted that Lindsay's mother died.

critique: The narrator's mother died, not her father.

critique: The last sentence is inaccurate and should be omitted.

critique: The narrator's mother died when she was a teenager, not a child.

question: Who does Lindsay appear to be as an adult?

answer: For one, she lives alone, so she appears to not have many friends. Lindsay also doesn't have pets.

critique: The information about Lindsay's living situation is irrelevant to the question.

critique: This is not accurate and could be omitted.

critique: "For one, she lives alone, so she appears to not have many friends." - this is not a good indicator of how she appears to be as an adult.

critique: It is omitted that she has set up her own life in a big city, away from her town of origin, and has achieved success.

critique: It is not stated anywhere in the passage that Lindsay doesn't have any pets or that this makes her appear lonely.

critique: "For one, she lives alone, so she appears to not have many friends." - this is incorrect. She doesn't have friends, but she lives with her mother.

critique: The answer should mention that Lindsay is a writer.

critique: "For one, she lives alone, so she appears to not have many friends." - this is incorrect. She does not live alone. She lives in a studio apartment.

critique: Lindsay is at home and not at an office or a job. This sentence is subjective.

critique: This answer is not related to the question.

critique: The answer is not relevant to the question.

critique: This passage is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer misses to indicate that Lindsay seems like a reflective, and perhaps lonely, person.

critique: "For one, she lives alone, so she appears to not have many friends." - Lindsay also has friends. She has a friend named Emma.

critique: It is omitted that she does not have a job, and it seems that she does not have a family.


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[Caroline Matilda Dodson, “A Woman of the Century”] CAROLINE MATILDA DODSON (December 17, 1845 – January 9, 1898) was an American physician.

Early life and education

Caroline Matilda Dodson was born near Keosauqua, Iowa, December 17, 1845. Her father, Stiles Richard Dodson, was the son of Richard Dodson and Hannah Watson, being a descendant of Thomas and Mary Dodson, of whom the doctor's mother was also a descendant. Her mother, Mrs. Caroline Matilda (née Harrison) Dodson, was the daughter of Stephen Harrison, and Mary Dodson. Miss Dodson's father and mother were natives of Huntingdon Valley, Pennsylvania and married in 1836. Her mother was Mrs. C. Matilda Dodson About six weeks after marriage, they left Pennsylvania for the West and settled in Van Buren County, Iowa. Stiles R. Dodson died in 1847, leaving his widow with four daughters, the youngest less than two years of age. Her sisters were named Melvina (d. 1862), Mary, and Susan. That winter, the mother taught school in her own house. In the spring of 1848, she returned with her family to her father's house in Pennsylvania. Caroline was baptized in November, 1857, and thereafter, she was a member of the Baptist church.

Study at home under private teachers and at the district school supplemented the early lessons from the mother. At about twelve, she was sent to an academy and normal institute. She began to teach in the winter of 1861. Returning at intervals to school, she followed the profession of teaching until the fall of 1871 when she matriculated at the Woman's Medical College of Pennsylvania, and entered upon the three-year course just inaugurated. Dr. Ann Preston was then Dean. The summer of 1872, she spent in the Nurses' Training School of the Woman's Hospital of Philadelphia. The course required was completed and Dodson received a certificate of the Training School for Nurses. The summer of 1873, she spent in the same hospital as student in the wards and out practice. She received her diploma in March, 1874, and went to Ypsilanti, Michigan, for further study with Dr. Ruth A. Gerry, one of the first women to practice medicine.

Career

After a year spent in hospital and private practice with Gerry, Dodson went to Rochester, New York, and there, in connection with a practice, opened a drug store. In 1877, her mother having gone West again, Dodson started for Iowa, going by the Hudson and Great Lakes. She lost a car load of valuables in the riot at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

After her trip West, she returned to Philadelphia and worked at whatever appeared to be profitable. For a time, she depended upon per week to meet the living expenses of three in her family, but offers came, and among them, unsolicited, one from the Philadelphia Society for Organizing Charity to act as superintendent of one of its districts. Dodson accepted the position, and for eight years, filled it in connection with her private practice of medicine.

National Woman's Health Association of America

As a teacher, she wrote and spoke boldly for better methods of education, and advocated broadening the opportunities for study. She saw that a general movement might help to educate the masses and to spread a knowledge of self-care. To this end, after much deliberation, a call was issued for a public meeting to be held in Association Hall, Philadelphia, July 23, 1890, and an organization was effected under the name of the National Woman's Health Association of America. The association was chartered November 1, 1890. and Dodson was elected first president. The plan of the association was broad and provided for extensive work. Its objective was to bring the medical profession into closer relation with the general public by the discussion of health topics.

Personal life

Dodson read widely on subjects concerning the movements of women, speaking and writing in their interest. In 1888, at the 19th annual convention of the Pennsylvania Woman's Suffrage Association, Dodson's missionary work was noted in laudatory terms.[1]

Dodson founded the Baptist Sisterhood in Philadelphia.[2] She died at her home in Philadelphia, January 9, 1898, of sarcoma.[3]

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title: Caroline Matilda Dodson

question: Summarize Caroline's life during the 1910s.

answer: No answer

critique: It is omitted that Caroline Matilda Dodson died in January 9, 1898, of sarcoma.

critique: This answer is incorrect and needs to be rewritten.

question: Summarize everything relating to Caroline's mother.

answer: Caroline's mother was Mrs. Caroline Matilda Dodson. She was the daughter of Stephen Harrison and Mary Dodson. She married Stiles Richard Dodson in 1836. She taught school in her own house after her husband died in 1847. She returned to her father's house in Pennsylvania with her daughters in the spring of 1848. She died in 1877.

critique: The answer should mention that Caroline's mother was a teacher.

text: It's false that Caroline's mother died in 1877. In 1877, her mother had gone West.

category: accuracy

question: Summarize the various places Caroline lived.

answer: Caroline was born in Iowa, but her family moved to Pennsylvania when she was a child. She returned to Iowa when she was a teenager, but then moved to Philadelphia. She moved to Rochester, New York, and then back to Philadelphia.

critique: "Caroline was born in Iowa, but her family moved to Pennsylvania when she was a child. She returned to Iowa when she was a teenager, but then moved to Philadelphia." - this is inaccurate. Caroline was born in 1845 in Iowa and returned to her family in Pennsylvania in 1857. The movement of her family to Philadelphia was added into the response, so it should be removed.

critique: She moved to Philadelphia after her mother went West again.

critique: "She returned to Iowa when she was a teenager, but then moved to Philadelphia." - this is incorrect. Caroline was born in Iowa and her family moved to Pennsylvania when she was a child. She returned to Iowa when she was a teenager, but then moved to Philadelphia.

critique: She moved to Philadelphia after her mother went west again.

critique: It is omitted that she moved to Philadelphia after her trip to Iowa.

critique: She moved to Philadelphia after her mother moved West again.

critique: She moved to Philadelphia when she was a teenager, not when she was a child.

critique: Her family didn't move to Pennsylvania when she was a child. They returned to her father's house in Pennsylvania after her mother taught school in Iowa.

text: It's omitted that Caroline went to Michigan to study medicine further.

category: coverage


text:
Taking a deep breath, Daniel turned the knob. He walked into the room trying to assess his surroundings quickly while still maintaining his composure. The room was medium sized. Guards flanked the doors and lined the walls. The table in the center contained a machine, placed in front of its terrified operator, and wires leading towards--Daniel heard the door lock behind him, sealing him in with that ... _thing_. The creature lay in the center of the room, its presence consuming and demanding. It did nothing to warrant this attention, it lacked even the slightest hint of movement, yet it commanded the attention of every human. Daniel approached the table.

His steps reverberated throughout the room, cleaving the silence.

Each step brought discomfort.

Daniel hid is unease.

He wore his face like a mask.

But, his eyes tore the room apart instinctively, looking for separation.

Yet, he continued forward.

Daniel closed the distance between him and the thing until he was close enough to look down upon it.

He dragged the chair back. There was a sigh of relief in the room as the sound put an end to the silence. The guards readjusted their weapons; the operator began to fiddle with his equipment; and the thing … rippled. Perhaps it was a welcoming-- Daniel sneered, or a challenge. Daniel looked at the operator who continued to nervously fiddle with his equipment in a transfixed manner.

Daniel quickly lifted his briefcase onto the table, unconsciously determined to keep the silence at bay. The briefcase opened with a satisfying click. He spread the pages across his end of the table. He hadn’t even had time to read up on the literature before he was rushed here, so he slowly began to rustle through the documents one by one.

In one of the dossiers, Daniel saw pictures of the thing taken a few hours ago when it had first arrived. It looked ... different. Daniel dared a glance at the thing. It was duller now, more opaque, than it was in the photos. Its “flaps” and “fins” drooped, and its entire body looked like it was being compressed and squashed against the table. It reminded him of melted ice cream. Daniel’s stomach churned and he looked back down towards the reports. He only scanned the next fifty pages. In total, the reports said nothing about it in thousands of words. It was an enigma and unlike anything else.  He was the first. He had his shot before even the scientists could get their hands on it. He didn’t know whether to feel honored or terrified.

Daniel noticed a slight noise coming from the receiver on the table. Grimacing, Daniel picked up the receiver and placed it in his ear. He disliked this but it was “standard” procedure.

“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice demanded.

Daniel did not recognize the voice but it was filled with an arrogance that enraged him. Daniel turned his steely gaze towards one of the cameras.

“I assume you’d like me to know what it is exactly that I’m doing sir. Perhaps next time you should give me more time to read th--“

“Colonel Lehmann! You were sent to communicate with the threat and decide the best course of action. Now if you are incapable of this very simple task you will be relieved. Understood?”  That was the Secretary of Defense. How many bureaucrats hid in the shadows, watching with safety behind their cameras and walls? If you turned on a light would they scatter…?

“Crystal,” said Daniel.

He slid his papers away, clearing the field. He looked back at the thing’s side. It seemed even duller than the last time he had looked but he couldn’t be sure. Daniel nodded to the operator and received a shaky thumbs-up.

They were good to go. “Why are you here?” Daniel inquired.

The machine began to beep as the operator quickly worked on deciphering each letter into dots and dashes. Finally the operator slumped back into his seat. He fidgeted with items near him to occupy himself until it answered--if it answered.

Daniel felt the hairs on his neck rise and tasted ozone. There was a sharp crack as the operator dropped his pencil. Daniel looked around to see that the guards had raised their weapons slightly and the operator was stiff with his eyes staring straight out, staring slightly past the thing, like a deer caught in headlights. They sensed it too. The machine began to hiss with static. Then the voices began, like several people speaking at once, not fighting for air but sharing it.

“We are here as messengers,” the voices said.

Then the bureaucrats began. It started with disconcerted mumbling occasionally loud enough to be transmitted and then broke out into yelling and arguments. Daniel rubbed his temples. They were already at each other’s throats. Doing his best to ignore the receiver, Daniel glanced around the room admiring the unflinching guards. They held their weapons with a trained ease, confident in the superiority they provided. But in such a case as this, could they really be sure?

“What do you mean by “we?” Daniel said.

“Those who stand before you and those we represent.”

The thing’s--perhaps things’-- antennae gave a lazy dismissive flick. Could it really be multiple creatures?

“What are you?”

“There is no auditory representation of us. You may choose your own.”

“How many of you are here?”

“Just us.” The thing began to ripple more erratically. “We do not have time for this.”

Daniel leaned forward, “What is your message?”

“End all emission of electrical signals--immediately.”

The noise from the receiver broke into a roar. The bureaucrats knew exactly what was at stake. Economies would be crippled. Society and development would be flung decades back. Preventing a few people out of seven billion from using electrical signals is infeasible. Most importantly, even if it were possible, reelection after implementing such a procedure would not be.

“You want us to turn off all our wireless transmissions?”

The creature … expanded. “Yes.”

“We cannot.” Even with the continuous yelling, the humans listening in seemed to agree on this much. Daniel waited for the operator to transmit his message. He was slow in doing so, and his actions and responses were slurred like a man in daze.

Before the operator had transmitted the message, the static hissed from the machine again, causing the operator to nearly leap backwards into the arms of one of the guards.

“Why?!”

Daniel nearly flinched. His heartbeat quickened and he had to forcefully pace himself. In an effort to mask his unease he nonchalantly motioned for someone to bring him water. Daniel turned his impassive face towards the thing again with renewed hostility.

 “We do not trust you.” He heard the bureaucrats murmur an agreement--the stars must have been aligned.

The fins rippled and groups of voices took turns to speak, “Your emissions are a beacon, a beacon that could lead them to us or yourselves. They are close. And if they find you, they will destroy us all.”

“Who are they?”

“Nomads. Parasites. Conquerors. If they find you it will only be a matter of time before you reveal us. You _must_ stop”

Additional Info: This was originally a homework assignment. It's been long since completed and submitted and I wish to continue it for my own benefit. However, I feel like I hit a wall in the writing and can't continue. I want the encounter to end with hostility but I cannot get it to unfold in such a manner. Any critique and suggestions would be hugely appreciated.

title: [SF] The Encounter

question: What does the story say about what type of alien the creature is?

answer: No answer

critique: The story mentions that the creature looks to be made of "flaps" and "fins".

question: What does the story say about the protagonist?

answer: Daniel is a man who is sent to the room in which the thing is held to communicate with it. He is instructed to talk with it and decide on the best course of action. Daniel doesn't like being in the room with the thing and is afraid of it.

critique: Daniel is not afraid of the thing. He is tasked with communicating with it.

question: What does the alien creature want?

answer: The alien creature wants the humans to stop emitting electrical signals.

critique: The answer should mention that the aliens are afraid of being discovered.

critique: It is omitted that the alien creature believes that the humans' emissions are a beacon that could lead the nomads to them.


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BY SUMANT SINHA
This year’s World Economic Forum (WEF) meeting at Davos, Switzerland, that will take place during January 23-26 comes with a very different background from the last few years. For one, 2017 turned out to be a much better year for the global economy than had been anticipated.

Global growth was a healthy 3.5% and well distributed across the world. Stock markets were on a tear, including here in India, clocking returns not seen since the halcyon pre-financial crisis days. While there has been a lot of talk about ‘economic nationalism’, nothing fundamentally changed in the global order.

The conversation at Davos is likely to be more optimistic than it has been in the last few years. This year’s theme is ‘Creating a Shared Future in a Fractured World’.

The first subagenda, the ‘Global Agenda’, seeks to support efforts to improve global governance mechanisms and advance major multilateral processes, such as the UN’s Sustainable Development Goals. The ‘Geopolitical Agenda’ seeks to improve the adaptation to change by global leaders. The ‘Economic Agenda’ will focus on supporting sustainable and inclusive economic development, while the ‘Regional Agenda’ will examine the social and economic transformations occurring across the world.

In the ‘Industry and Business Agenda’, participants will contribute to the shaping of new industry ecosystems and help industry and government leaders prepare for the Fourth Industrial Revolution. Finally, in the ‘Future Agenda’, attendees will share ideas, innovations and discoveries that will have a global impact.

About 3,000 business leaders, 350 high-ranking officials, including 60 Heads of State and Government, will participate in the four-day forum. The presence of US President Donald Trump has created unprecedented media attention. There will also be French President Emmanuel Macron.

For India, this year will be even more important due to the participation of the Indian PM after 20 years. For Prime Minister Narendra Modi, there are two clear agenda points. The first is to continue to aggressively promote India as an investment destination. We need much more investment, and what better forum than Davos with its high concentration of global CEOs, investors and influencers to make a pitch.

The ‘Make in India’ campaign needs to be re-energised for better results. There is much for the PM to tout as far as his economic track record is concerned, not least of which is the Goods and Services Tax (GST), the sound macro fundamentals, the resolution of non-performing assets (NPAs), the structural reforms of specific sectors, and the positive outlook for faster growth. India continues to be the fastest growing large economy in the world with increasing consumer demand.

The PM will need to nudge foreign investors further in that direction. At Davos, he has to be India’s marketing chief. The second agenda for Modi will be to lay out India’s position in this ever-changing world, and his personal views as the prime representative of a sixth of humanity. Are we willing to shelve the shibboleths of the past – India’s ‘socialist’ orientation, the vestiges of our ‘non-alignment’, our aloofness from global trade and investment, and our ‘difficulties’ in doing business -- and boldly take the lead, especially as the US vacates leadership space and China rushes in to fill the vacuum?

In such a context, the world will be comparing and contrasting the positions of Xi Jinping from last year’s forum -- where the Chinese premier appeared willing to take on leadership for an open global order and made quite a splash in doing so -- with the vision that Modi will present.

The PM is likely to use the Davos platform to state India’s views on this emerging new world order. India has also taken a strong domestic position on climate change. But combating climate change needs constant leadership and the world needs to be shepherded along in that direction. India can take the lead in this area and Modi can put his weight behind it. So this year, Davos will move the global agenda forward.

_THE WRITER IS CHAIRMAN-CEO, RENEW POWER AND WILL BE AT DAVOS 2018_

(Disclaimer: The opinions expressed in this column are that of the writer. The facts and opinions expressed here do not reflect the views of www.economictimes.com.)

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[Students released from a lockdown are overcome with emotion following deadly shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla.]

Students released from a lockdown are overcome with emotion following deadly shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla. (John McCall/AP)

We don’t want your prayers and we don’t need your thoughts and wishes, President Trump. And all of you, you members of Congress and senators just shut up and stay off of TV if you have any shred of morality left — especially if you have refused to vote for gun control.

Seventeen innocent, frightened students and staff were shot dead in a public high school and how does our President respond? He tweets. "My prayers and condolences to the families of the victims of the terrible Florida shooting. No child, teacher or anyone else should ever feel unsafe in an American school."

Really? Then ban assault weapons. Then stop telling everyone that the terrorists are coming, the terrorists are coming when the terrorists are here and they are us. WE kill one another by the thousands and thousands in more than one mass shooting every single day in this country.

We don't want your prayers. What we want from you right now is to ban assault weapons; we want you to make it impossible for civilians to have AR-15s. Period. We want YOU, elected officials, to stop killing our children while praising God. You know nothing of God, because if you did, you phony liars, you'd stop the killing without question by changing the law.

[Students hold their hands in the air as they are evacuated by police from Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla.]

Students hold their hands in the air as they are evacuated by police from Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla. (Mike Stocker/AP)

If you are such God-fearing, God-loving people, you'd put the Sixth Commandment before the Second Amendment.

Ronald Reagan, your hero, believed in banning assault weapons.

Today, incredibly, marks the 18th school shooting since the first of the year. That's one school shooting every 2.5 days. How is it possible that American public schools are now among the most dangerous places on the planet?

Parents now know that each time they put their children on the school bus, they may in fact be putting them in harm's way. They could be sending their own children into what was a formerly safe place, but is now a place where their kids have targets on the heads, kids who could very well be trapped and killed by a lunatic armed with an easily acquired assault weapon.

In fact, today's killer, Nikolas Cruz, a former student, showed his cache of weapons to other students. Everyone knew he had guns. They kicked him out of school but no one took his guns away.

Hell, taking guns away is UnAmerican.

[President Trump tweets regarding the school shooting.]

President Trump tweets regarding the school shooting. (Twitter)

Yes, there have always been lunatics and troubled teens. But they didn't have assault weapons. Our government put them in his hands and continues to give these killers their blessings.

But instead of admitting that we are the terrorists — killing each other by the thousands every year — 1,806 people have been killed by guns in the first 45 days of this year, the President scares the hell out of everyone by saying foreigners are sneaking over the border to kill us.

Nearly 2,000 people have been killed by gun in 45 days. How is that possible? It's possible because our legislators won't even ban the popular mass killer gun, the AR-15. They are legal in the United States. Legal.

[Why hasn't our cowardly President banned assault weapons?]

Why hasn't our cowardly President banned assault weapons? (Pool/Getty Images)

Yet we listen to a paranoid xenophobic President who says a wall will keep us safe. Walls? What about banning assault weapons?

I condemn every sociopathic senator and member of Congress who will show up on TV tonight, or tweet your sorrow while praising God and then thanking Him for His goodness.

We all feel terrible, yet the President of the United States stated unequivicably — to great applause — in his State of the DisUnion that he was an absolute believer in the Second Amendment. You elected officials won’t even pass a bill to keep people on the watchlist from buying guns. You want everyone to have the right to open carry. You want to ban doctors from reporting gun shootings.

So all of you: Keep your thoughts and prayers to yourself. You are not people of God.

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_COOKING MAMA: COOKSTAR_ is a cookery simulation-styled minigame compilation video game, and the sixth main installment in the _Cooking Mama_ series of video games. The game was briefly released before its official release date on the Nintendo Switch eShop on March 26, 2020,[1] but was taken down just a few hours later due to legal issues between the publisher, Planet Entertainment, and the owner of the _Cooking Mama_ intellectual property (IP), Office Create. The fact that the game released without a public announcement or press statement and was taken down so quickly has led to much speculation about the game's development and if the game will be properly released.[2] The game was then officially released on March 31 in the United States despite legal concerns, but the European and Australian releases were delayed to April 28.[3] Office Create publicly issued a statement condemning the breach of contract on April 15, 2020. However, the European and Australian releases were not impacted and released as normal.

The game is the first main entry in the _Cooking Mama_ series since 2014's _Cooking Mama 5: Bon Appétit!_, and the first _Cooking Mama_ game on console since 2008's _Cooking Mama: World Kitchen_. A PlayStation 4 version was also announced with the game's initial announcement in August 2019 with a planned April 28, 2020 release, but has not released or been advertised by Planet Entertainment since.

Gameplay

_Cooking Mama: Cookstar_ plays similarly to previous entries in the series. New in _Cookstar_ is the introduction of a vegetarian mode, as well as the ability to share photos of completed recipes on social media. The former was praised by PETA, which had criticized previous _Cooking Mama_ games for having few vegan recipes.[4]

Development

_Cookstar_ was initially revealed as _Cooking Mama: Coming Home to Mama_ in August 2019, with an estimated release date for Q3 of that year. Its publisher claimed that it was the first implementation of blockchain technology on a major video game console, using the technology to implement a form of digital rights management.[5] The game was developed by American[6] studio 1st Playable Productions, but the company later removed all mentions of the game from its website.[7]

Release

_Cookstar_ ostensibly released on March 31, 2020. The game was briefly made available on the Nintendo Switch eShop, but pulled shortly after its release.[8] Additionally, the PlayStation 4 version was never released despite being listed on several storefronts. Unconfirmed rumors that the game acted as a cryptocurrency miner emerged shortly after its release.[9] 1st Playable responded that the implementation of blockchain technology was only “hypothetical” and explained that the game's removal from Nintendo eShop was due to an ongoing legal dispute between the publisher Planet Entertainment and IP rights holder Office Create.[10] Office Create stated it has started taking legal action against Planet as they had terminated their license to use _Cooking Mama_ on March 30, 2020, after which Planet had started selling the game.[11]

Reception

_Cooking Mama: Cookstar_ received mixed reviews from critics.

Travis Northup of _IGN_ gave the game 3 out of 10, praising the detailed recipes featured in the game, but criticizing the monotonous gameplay, poor motion controls, “nightmarish” voice acting, and lack of meaningful progression. He also noted that the game does not offer anything new compared to past entries, which combined with the flaws, make _Cookstar_ a “tedious game that does almost nothing well.”[12]

Conversely, TheGamer's Bella Blondeau gave _Cookstar_ a 4 out of 5. She praised the game's variety and amount of content, as well as the “nuance” to mastering the mechanics. In addition, she praised the game's photo mode and Yoko Nishino's “charming” performance as Mama, stating that the character felt “like a tangible, adorable dork of a mother.”[13]

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[Arms] RICHARD NATHANIEL CURZON, 2ND VISCOUNT SCARSDALE (3 July 1898 – 1977) was an English peer and landowner, a member of the House of Lords for more than fifty years.

Life

Curzon was the only son of Colonel Alfred Nathaniel Curzon, by his marriage to Henrietta Mary Montagu. He was also a nephew of George Curzon, 1st Marquess Curzon of Kedleston, head of the family.[1]

The young Curzon was educated at Eton and the Royal Military College, Sandhurst, commissioned into the Royal Scots Greys, and saw active service in the final months of the First World War, in France and Belgium, then after the Armistice of November 1918 in Germany, Egypt, Syria, and Palestine. In 1923, he was appointed as Honorary Attaché to the British embassy in Rome.[2] [Kedleston Hall] His uncle's marriage had produced only three daughters, and he was widowed in 1906, leaving Curzon's father as the heir presumptive to the family estates based on Kedleston Hall in Derbyshire and the peerage of Baron Scarsdale.[3] His uncle was also given other peerages, and in 1911 was created Viscount Scarsdale, with a special remainder to his father and his father's heirs male. In 1917, Marquess Curzon, by now in his late fifties, married secondly Grace Duggan, a rich young widow, hoping for a son and heir, but it was not to be.[4] Curzon's father died in 1920, leaving him as the heir presumptive, and on the death of Marquess Curzon in 1925 Richard Nathaniel Curzon became head of the Curzon family. His inheritance included Kedleston Hall, the baronetcy created for his ancestor Sir John Curzon (1598–1686), and the new title of Viscount Scarsdale.[5]

On 14 April 1923, Curzon married firstly Mildred Carson Dunbar, a daughter of William Roland Dunbar. They had four daughters and were divorced in 1946. On 10 August of that year he married secondly Ottilie Margarete Julie Pretzlik, daughter of Charles Pretzlik and Ottilie Hennig, but had no further children.[6] His daughters were:

-   Anne Mildred Curzon (born 1923), who in 1942 married Major W. J. L. Willson, son of Sir Walter Willson, and had two sons and a daughter.[7]
-   Gloria Mary Curzon (1927–1979), who in 1951 married J. G. Bearman and had two sons.[8]
-   Juliana Eveline Curzon (1928–2006), who in 1948 married firstly G. D. S. Smith, and had two daughters and a son before they were divorced. She was later married to Frederick Nettleford (1953–1956), Sir Dudley Cunliffe-Owen (1956–1962) and John Roberts (1962–1972).[9][10]
-   Diana Geraldine Curzon (1934–2013)[11]

Scarsdale returned to the army in the Second World War, as a Captain in the Derbyshire Yeomanry, and was awarded the Territorial Decoration. He was also appointed Commander of the Most Venerable Order of the Hospital of St John of Jerusalem.[12]

On his death in 1977, Lord Scarsdale was succeeded by a cousin, Francis Curzon.[13]

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Category:1898 births Category:1977 deaths Category:Baronets in the Baronetage of England Category:Commanders of the Order of St John Category:Derbyshire Yeomanry officers Category:Graduates of the Royal Military College, Sandhurst Category:People educated at Eton College Category:Royal Scots Greys officers Category:Viscounts Scarsdale Richard Nathaniel Category:British Army personnel of World War II Category:British Army personnel of World War I

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YU-CHIN CHEN is an economist and researcher at the University of Washington. Her research fields include international finance, macroeconomics, open economy macroeconomics, trade and development, and applied economics.[1] She has served as a staff economist for the Clinton administration[2] and is currently an economics professor at the University of Washington. Classes she teaches include Macroeconomic Analysis, International Financial Monetary Economics, and Computational Finance and Financial Econometrics.[3]

Education

Yu-Chin Chen earned her bachelor’s degree in physics at Harvard/Radcliffe Colleges, graduating with honors in 1993. In 1996, she completed her Master of Public Policy (M.P.P.) degree from the John F. Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University. From 1996 to 2002, she continued her education at Harvard University and completed her Master of Economics (M.Econ) degree in 1999 and completed her Doctor of Philosophy degree also in economics in 2002, where her dissertation was on exchange rates and productivity.[4]

Research and career

From 1993 to 1994, Chen served as the executive secretary of the Hwa Yue Foundation, a charity organization located in Taipei, Taiwan that was founded in 1990 and has supported numerous Buddhist and charity projects across Asia[5].  During Clinton’s presidency, she served as a staff economist in the Council of Economic Advisors in the White House from 1999 to 2000. In 2000, she returned to her alma mater Harvard University as Advisor of Undergraduate Studies for the Economics Department, and a postdoctoral researcher from 2002 to 2003. From September 2003 to the present, she has been an associate professor in the Department of Economics at the University of Washington, where she is a Gary Waterman Distinguished Scholar and Graduate Program Director of the Department of Economics at the University of Washington. S [6] Moreover, she is a research associate for the Centre for Applied Macroeconomic Analysis for the National University of Australia[7].[8]. From 2005 till 2011, she has served as a visiting researcher and visiting assistant professor. She has served as a visiting researcher for the San Francisco Federal Reserve Bank (2006), Reserve Bank of New Zealand (2006), and at Academia Sinica in Taipei, Taiwan. In 2007, she served as a visiting assistant professor for the Department of Economics at Harvard University.[9]. She has also done extensive research on international finance, macroeconomics, open economy macroeconomics, trade and development, and applied economics and has published several publications. In 2019, she helped organized the inaugural Australasian Conference on International Macroeconomics.[10]. Her research includes “Can Exchange Rates Forecast Commodity Prices?”[11], “Forecasting Inflation using Commodity Price Aggregates” , and "“Accounting for Differences in Economic Growth”[12]

Grants

In 2005, Chen received the Royalty Research Fund Grant from the University of Washington.[13]

Publications

Her most cited publications are:

-   Chen YC, Rogoff K. Commodity currencies. _Journal of international Economics_. 2003 May 1;60(1):133-60. According to Google Scholar, this has been cited 739 times.[14]
-   Bosworth, B., Collins, S.M. and Chen, Y.C., 1995. _Accounting for differences in economic growth_ (No. 115). Washington, DC: Brookings Institution. According to Google Scholar, this has been cited 225 times.[15]
-   Chen YC, Tsang KP. What does the yield curve tell us about exchange rate predictability?. _Review of Economics and Statistics_. 2013 Mar 1;95(1):185-205. According to Google Scholar, this has been cited 127 times.[16]

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"Guys, I think we need to think about the Christmas lunch. I know a lot of you are attached to the gift exchange, but I think this year we should try something new. It's called charity." Diane opened her arms like a basket overflowing and there was a long pause as everyone in the group simultaneously choked puke back down their throats. "I think we should buy gifts for a needy family instead of exchanging them with each other."

"That's a great idea, Diane. But maybe we should just do our charity on our own. A lot of us like the gift exchange." Tim said, fighting back the anger at the idea of being made to give to charity. Tim was a conservative in the sense that he conserved most of his emotions for blowing way the fuck up at small slights he felt were forced on him.

"Tim, Christmas is about giving - not taking. Why don't we go the extra mile here and -" But Diane was cut off mid sentence by

Jessica! "Christmas? Christmas? Is this 1960? Are we on the set of Mad Men? Please don't use that word to describe our seasonal exchange of peace! It's called 'The Holidays' or 'Seasonal Party'. Christmas? I don't believe you, Diane. I thought you were more informed than that. George is Jewish. Talia is Islamic. And Ruth is that one where they don't believe in holidays..."

"Jehovah's Witness." Ruth said.

"What about my rights? I'm Christian and I don't like you people taking the Christ out of the holiday." Glenda chimed in.

"You people?" Michael X asked.

"The bible is my favorite book, and I think we should all take a note from Joh -"

"Which version?"

"Version of what?"

"Which version of the bible?" Stan was upset.

"King James."

Stan made a fart noise. "Please."

"You know there's many books of the bible, not just the -"

"Bah, you're Mormon."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I heard Mormons believe in a monster God that flew to Earth in a 747!"

"That's Scientologists!"

"They're all crazy!"

"I'm a Scientologist!"

"Yeah, and you're crazy."

"STOP!" Diane yelled. "Look, I thought maybe you all would like to join in a charitable effort. But I guess not. I guess..." She began weeping. "I guess you're all too enamored in your own beliefs to believe in the one belief we all hold true - love."

Stan made the farting noise again.

"Why don't we have a potluck?"

"Is that some Indian thing?"

"They're called Native Americans!"

"Not if their Indian. Like from India, you fuckhead."

"Fuck you, I don't want a potluck. This isn't Kwanza. It's Christmas!"

"What's wrong with Kwanza?"

"Nothing, it's just a made-up holiday."

"So is Christmas."

"Oh, you would say that, you helped kill Christ afterall you stinking -"

"STOP IT! STOP! We need to pull together." It was Tim this time. He was crying. But not out of sadness for our souls, but out of pure rage. "I will NOT be forced to give to charity. Or vote for Obama. Or wash my hands EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I. USE. THE. BATHROOM!"

Everyone stopped and looked around at each other and then at Tim. "You don't always wash your hands? Gross." Diane made a face. She had stopped weeping and found a new charity - the one where you give ridicule. "Tim doesn't wash his hands!"

Everyone started laughing.

I looked around and there was a general sense of togetherness, something that religions, charities, and politicians cannot put together. Something stronger. Something beautiful. It was the act of not being the person being made fun of.

Tim looked around the room and finding no clear target for his rage, decided to punch the coffee maker and then he stormed out as laughter followed him down the halls.

Finally, the room composed itself and Diane began again. "OK. I'm not feeling a lot of love for the charity. So, let's go ahead and just do our gift exchange, at a restaurant, like usual." She smiled at the group.

"What restaurant?"

And with that, chaos ensued. Employees shot from their chairs and grabbed whatever was nearby and began pummeling their neighbor.

"Outback!"

"Red Robin!"

"Ninos!"

...were the battle cries that day. I hid under a desk and watched Diane use a letter opener to stab Jane in the ear repeatedly. The idea of charity was long gone and she only craved the sound of metal plunging into brain.

Jon was trying to fit Harry down the garbage chute, Becka was strangling Don with a phone cord, Thom was in the corner raping a fern for reasons unknown...

The battle went on and I was able to ride it out under my desk smoking cigarettes and drinking mini bottles of Rum that I had received at the last Peace in the Middle East and End Smoking lunch.

Finally, a champion appeared. It was Ruth. She was dragging Michael X's body on a cross she had made from the cubicle uprights. The rest of the employees were dead, dying, or too injured to protest when Ruth, bloodied, stood on her desk and proclaimed "We shall have a white elephant gift exchange. At Denny's. We will call it a Seasonal Party. We will wear ugly...ugly...sweaters..." and then she gasped and fell to the ground dead.

The only sound was Thom continuing to have sex with a fern.

I slowly walked out. I was the only survivor of the Seasonal Party discussion. It was 1996. Hallmark headquarters.

title: [hm] Seasonal Party

question: What is the message that the writer wanted to convey in this satirical work?

answer: The message is that people are too caught up in their own beliefs and traditions to be able to see the bigger picture of what Christmas is all about.

critique: The response misses to mention that the message is that people are too caught up in their own beliefs and traditions to be able to see the bigger picture of what Christmas is all about.


text:
Before time existed, there was a forest. No animals lived in the forest, & one ever entered the forest. It remained silent & still for eons.
That is of course, until one rainy night. A raindrop, just like any other raindrop, hit the ground. More & more raindrops fell, and a puddle appeared. From the puddle, a small, chubby hand reached out. It grabbed the dirt & pulled itself out. The small hand was attracted to a young girl.
She blinked.
In front of her stood thin, spindly trees. They were golden, like the harp strings whom’s music echos faintly in her mind.
Silence & rain.
No more rain.
Silence.
A flash of white fur struck the corner of her eye.
Suddenly there in front of her stood a stag.

“Hello?” The little girl trembled.
The stag stood watching. Then, it lowered it’s head. It’s eyes were as black as obsidian.
It placed it’s head in her arms. “I made you, & I will keep you safe.” The stag said, “I love you very much.”

“What is your name?” She asked.

“I am who I am,” the stag bellowed, “I will call you Lucy.”

“I like the name Lucy. You are very beautiful Mr. Stag.”

The rain, which had stopped briefly, returned.

“Walk with me, Lucy.” The Stag stomped the ground, & an umbrella emerged.

Lucy grabbed it, & winced slightly at the sudden pause of rain.

She got up, & neared the Stag. She held his on to him to keep herself steady.

They walked for a minutes, or hours, or seconds. No one could really be sure. “I wish to be like you, Mr Stag. You are so lovely with your white fur.”

“You don’t know what you ask.”

However long they were walking, the trees were now as large as the pillars from the heaven Lucy came from, but no longer recalls.

The Stag laid down to rest, & beckoned Lucy to come rest with him.

As he laid down to rest, Lucy took a piece of his horn, and used it to cut off his flesh, which she wrapped over herself. Lucy was now covered in rich, soft white fur.
When the Stag awoke, he noticed his fur was gone, and he was naked. He knew what had happened.
This cursed Lucy to be a doe of mere flesh and bone, condemned to die.
Time was set into motion. Death was the first clock.
Lucy hid from the stag till her death.

The Stag found Lucy three hundred & sixty five days later while he was rounding the forest. He was crushed.

He decided to call her demise a year.
He was so moved, he decided to lay down by her one last time. He fell into a deep sleep.
The trees, saw the Stag’s mourning. They were crushed, because they felt the pure love the Stag had for his creation.
The trees mourned as well. They rid themselves of their leaves, turning them into a blood red, before they fell off. This was the first time they had done anything so risky. The Stag would later call this Fall.

When the Stag woke up, the sky was sunny & blue. The trees were full of leaves & heavy with a bright red fruit. He walked up to one & tasted it. The fruit was sweet. he called it an apple.
That’s when the Stag saw him.

The boy jumped. He had just opened his eyes. In front of him was the corpse of a deer, long dead and rotting.
A few paces behind the rotting deer, stood a stag.
The Stag looked at the boy. His empty skull showing no expression.

“A-are you Death? Did you kill that deer?” The boy asked.

“No I am not death,” the stag answered.

“Who are you?”

“I am a friend. May I sit with you?”

The boy glanced warily at the Stag for several moments before nodding.
“You May call me Ternate,” said the Stag,” for I am the sky, the forest’s trees, & this stag.”

“You’re the sky? I came from the sky, I think,” the boy pointed upward,” can I have an apple?” Ternate nodded.

“Ternate, are you sure you aren’t death? You seem very scary.”

The Stag, realizing that he was currently nothing but bones, shook the trees down, and dressed himself in leaves.
They sat together, until the sun set.
The boy eyed Lucy.

“Am I going to die like that deer, Ternate?”
The stag looked over at Lucy’s body, seeing himself in her fur.

“I don’t know. Only time will tell.”

“Oh.”

“Can we go somewhere else? It’s getting dark.”

The stag nodded, lifting its heavy frame up from where it sat.
The Stag walked up to Lucy one last time and pressed his forehead to hers. The ground opened up and took her in.
The leaves the stag wore turned back to white fur.
Without hesitating, the boy’s eyes lit up “You’re beautiful, Mr. Stag.”

title: [MF] The Stag

question: Discuss the setting of the story.

answer: The setting is a forest. The trees are large. The forest is alive. The forest has been around since time existed. The forest covers the earth.

critique: The forest covers the earth is not stated.

question: What happens between Lucy and the Stag?

answer: The Stag tells Lucy that he made her and will keep her safe. He names her Lucy and tells her that he loves her very much. Lucy asks the Stag if she can be like him, and he says no. Lucy cuts off pieces of the Stag's flesh and wraps it around herself, turning her into a doe of mere flesh and bone. The Stag curses Lucy to die.

critique: The response is missing the part where the Stag lays down and Lucy cuts off his flesh.

critique: The event of the stone not being able to punish the crime of Lucy did not happen.

question: What happens after the stag finds Lucy again?

answer: The stag lays down by her one last time, falls asleep, and dies.

critique: Does not mention that the stag wakes up.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The stag does not die.

critique: It is omitted that the Stag wakes up and meets a boy.


text:
The Betrayal

When did it all begin? Where it always does I suppose, with the vows. Do you take this woman, to have and to hold in sickness and in health? Bullshit! Michael thought to himself. It ought to say are you taken with this woman. That’s exactly what he had been with Irene…. Taken! The better question he thought to himself as he sat there, alone in the waiting room was where did it all go wrong?

	Sitting there alone in the twelve feet wide by twenty-three foot long white box. Michael sat in the same waiting room chair that decorated every waiting room across the country. Two plastic arm supports thinner than any person’s forearm he had ever encountered. Who the fucks arm is this suppose to support? A predetermined back angle as if everyone set with the same posture. Michael was angry, not with the room although it did irritate and enrage him for many reason but no, Michael was angry at life and how his had turned out in particular.

	Sitting there in only chair in the white, picture less, waiting room Michael rotated his wedding band between his fingers like a magician does before making the coin disappear, starting at his pinky finger ending at his index finger before starting the process over again. One might look upon Michael as if he was lost in thought had they walked in on him, but he was not lost in thought for Michael knew exactly where his thoughts were at. They were on the wedding band, for that he surmised is where everything went wrong.

	A white gold band size ten in his case, with ten little diamond chunks set inside the band itself when it was purchased. It of course was bought as a match to Irene’s. He remembered the event like it was yesterday and not ten years ago. They had been in the mall and both spotted the Kay’s sign and went in. Irene and Michael were doing it backwards, they had married just hours earlier at the Bell County, Courthouse.

	Her face lit up when she saw the one carat diamond, it was one of the many smiles he would see on her face during the first two years of their marriage, but like everything else in life even the smiles fade he thought. The woman behind the counter Camille, Michael never forgot the name of a person that made Irene smile. It was a blessing back then and a curse as of the last few years. Camille placed the ring on Irene’s finger with all the tenderness and caring that Michael did not get to do back at the courthouse.

	He had to admit that when he first looked at the rings on their hands after they purchased them. “No need for bags he had told Camille! We will wear them out give everyone a chance to see an ordinary ring on an extraordinary woman!” Irene use to eat up his compliments back then no matter how cheesy he thought they sounded, she would always smile or squeeze his arm tighter. Yes, even he believed in the happiness they represented when they walked out of the store ten years ago to the day.

	Looking at the weathered ring now brought him back to a sobering reality. The scratches some deep, some minor, the diamond that fell out once and was replaced. It fell out again along the years and like most stuff in life you get tired of trying to fix it and you let it be. In some ways the wedding band had outlasted him. It was still on his fingers albeit worn and beaten but still there. Michael wished he could say the same for his Irene.

	He thought about how if he had never bought her the ring or stood in front of that justice of the peace then there would have never been broken promises. There never would have been late nights. There never would have been whiskey on his breath. Most of all Michael thought there never would have been him.

	Hindsight’s twenty/twenty his father had told him. Bill, his name was Bill. He had never had such rage in his heart for any name as he did for that name. The name that stripped everything from him, his life, his passion…his soul mate. He had never met the face behind the name; Irene had not afforded him that opportunity. Michael chose not to dwell on the memories of Bill; after all he had so few only the details that Irene had provided him before waling out of his life.

	She told him only enough so that he could understand why. Irene had not wanted to hurt Michael so she left out how they met after all that wasn’t important. What was important is that they met. Michael sat there in the only chair in that white picture less box of a waiting room when the buzzer sounded signaling that one patient was coming out and the next one would be buzzed in. A woman who looked to be about twenty three exited the room casually glanced at Michael before leaving.

	Michael stood slowly wondering if the blonde had smelled the whiskey on his breath as she passed by. If she had then she had not let on. She probably had problems of her own. The doctor stepped into the doorway bridging his office and the waiting room glancing up from his clipboard to pronounce Michaels name. Michael pointed the 357 Magnum Solid Black Revolver, one shot rang out and as the Doctor slumped to the floor Michael turned the Revolver toward his temple squeezing the wedding band tight in his left hand pulling the trigger with his right. One Shot rang out in the room as Michael’s lifeless body fell to the floor.

     The size ten white gold band rolled out of his hand…..ending where it all began.

title: [RF] The Betrayal

question: Summarize the significance of Michael's wedding ring.

answer: The wedding band was the first thing Michael bought Irene, the woman he vowed to love until the end of his days. He saw it as a way to show the world that Irene was an extraordinary woman, and he wanted everyone to see it. Now, the ring is worn and damaged, just like Michael and Irene's marriage. The ring was also the last thing Michael held onto before pulling the trigger on himself.

critique: The ring is falling apart and Michael is wearing it. The ring is not simply one item because Michael is holding onto it when he commits suicide. Needs a complete revision.

critique: The answer should mention that the ring is a reminder of the broken promises in Michael and Irene's marriage.

critique: The model should consider rewriting the statement about how Michael and Irene's marriage was damaged. The model should consider rewriting the statement about how Michael and Irene's marriage was damaged.

critique: The answer should mention that the ring was the last thing Michael held onto before pulling the trigger on himself.

question: Summarize Michael's relationship with Irene.

answer: Michael and Irene had been married for two years when she left him. She had told him only enough to explain why she left him. He had never met the man she left him for.

critique: It is omitted that Irene was unfaithful to Michael.

critique: "He had never met the man she left him for." - this is incorrect. Irene never told him who Bill was.

critique: The answer should mention that Irene left Michael for Bill.

critique: "He had never met the man she left him for." - this is incorrect. Irene never mentioned the man's name and Michael didn't want to know.

critique: Add that they had hatred for each other's wedding bands.

question: What does the text say about Michael's personality?

answer: Michael is an angry person. He is angry with life, and he is angry with his wife. He is angry with his father, Bill, for the part Bill played in the downfall of his marriage. Michael is also a lonely person. He is alone in the waiting room, and he is alone in the world, as his wife is dead. He is also a person who is violent. He has a gun, and he uses it to kill the doctor.

critique: The answer is full of inaccurate information and should be rewritten.

text: The answer can be framed in a more meaningful manner.

category: coherence


text:
-   English
-   News

 LIVING FILM HERITAGE. A total donation of 30 million kroner from three foundations is making it possible to digitise, study and disseminate more than 400 silent films from the golden age of Danish cinema.

11. December 2018

One of the most important chapters in Danish film history will now become available thanks to a donation of DKK 30 million from the A.P. Møller Foundation, the Aage and Johanne Louis-Hansen Foundation and the Augustinus Foundation.

From around 1910, the Danish film industry was a world leader, both commercially and artistically, with Nordisk Films Kompagni (now Nordisk Film) at the forefront. Stars like Asta Nielsen, Valdemar Psilander and Fy & Bi were famous way beyond their home country, and Denmark’s greatest film director, Carl Th. Dreyer, was prolific during this period as well. When sound films gained ground in the early 1930s, production companies scrapped their inventories of silent films. Only an estimated 20% of the Danish silent film production exists today.

The archives contain at least 50 titles that have not been shown since they were first released more than a century ago. Among them, we might find forgotten masterpieces that could change our understanding of Danish silent film history.

In the coming years, the Danish Film Institute will digitise, study and disseminate Denmark’s entire silent film heritage, consisting of some 415 titles with a combined running time of around 350 hours. The films range wide and far, from prestige productions with international appeal to run-of-the-mill farces and test films, illustrating the technical evolution from silent to sound, colour to black and white, and so on.

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The biggest stars die young. The world famous silent film actor Valdemar Psilander died only 32 years old.

Studying and disseminating the film heritage

The project is the biggest film-dissemination effort ever in Denmark and follows four years of work mapping the collections. The many films and supplementary materials will now be made freely available to curious viewers and institutions of learning around the world, where Danish silents are already part of the curriculum for students of film history.

The masterpieces in the collections are being restored and scanned for theatrical screening, and an online universe is being created featuring all the films, accompanied by dissemination and research articles. Along the way, the Film Institute will share knowledge about the restoration and digitisation efforts.

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Asta Nielsen and Urban Gad were both a married couple and colleagues who worked in Germany.

A three-year Danish-German research project affiliated with the digitisation effort will map the cross-border traffic of ideas and people between two leading nations of the silent film era, Denmark and Germany. The project is carried out in partnership with the University of Copenhagen and the University of Cologne. The research team comprises five senior researchers, a Ph.D. fellow and a research assistant.

Jakob Buhl Vestergaard, Deputy Managing Director of the Danish Film Institute, says

CONTACT

LARS-MARTIN SØRENSEN
Forskningsleder
Tlf. +45 3374 3574
larss@dfi.dk

JAKOB BUHL VESTERGAARD
Vicedirektør
Tlf. +45 2020 1838
jakobv@dfi.dk

"It is with great gratitude to the contributing foundations, and tremendous anticipation, that we are launching this comprehensive project. The archives contain at least 50 titles that have not been shown since they were first released more than a century ago. Among them, we might find forgotten masterpieces that could change our understanding of Danish silent film history. In any event, we have now been given a unique opportunity to learn about our shared past, as told in motion pictures. This is what film can do."

FACTS

In the coming years, the Danish Film Institute will digitise, study and disseminate the entire Danish silent film heritage: 415 titles, with a total running time of around 350 hours. Apart from the films themselves, documentation materials, such as film programmes, stills and posters, will be digitised and made available, including in an online universe and at a silent film festival organised by the Cinematheque.

The project is made possible by a donation of DKK 30 million from the A.P. Møller Foundation, the Aage and Johanne Louis-Hansen Foundation and the Augustinus Foundation.

_Physical and digital dissemination of the film heritage_
The Danish Film Institute aims to bring the film heritage to life for everyone. This is done through events at Copenhagen’s Cinematheque and in partnerships with cinemas nationwide. It is also done digitally via the streaming site "Danmark på film" (Denmark on Film), featuring documentaries from the 1899-1995 period.

question: What are the major reasons why some of the old, silent Danish films are being digitalized and made available for free?

answer: Old cinemas are re-fashioned, and making it easy to access various digital contents. Additionally, providing free online catalogues to anyone will increase the knowledge of classic Danish films.

critique: The article does not mention anything about old cinemas.

critique: It is omitted that the films are being made available for free because of the donation of 30 million kroner from three foundations.

critique: The article does not mention anything about re-fashioning old cinemas.

critique: The article does not mention anything about old cinemas being re-fashioned.

critique: "Providing free online catalogues to anyone will increase the knowledge of classic Danish films" is not given as a reason.

critique: This is not the major reason why the films are being digitized.


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TONI LANDER née PIHL PETERSEN (1931–1985) was a Danish ballerina who specialized in the ballets of August Bournonville. After becoming a solo dancer with the Royal Danish Ballet in 1950, she was a guest dancer with the Original Ballet Russe in 1951. She was then engaged by the Paris Opera Ballet until 1954. Lander also appeared with the London Festival Ballet in the late 1950s and with the American Ballet Theatre in the 1960s. After a few years back in Denmark in the early 1970s, in 1976 she joined the Ballet West in Salt Lake City. After a short illness, she died there of cancer in May 1985.[1][2][3]

Early life

Born in Gentofte on 19 June 1931, Toni Pihl Petersen was the daughter of Knud Åge Carl Pihl Petersen (1905–1972) and Agnes Margrethe Andersen (1907–1950).[4] When she was six, she began training under Leif Ørnberg (1904–1977), who immediately recognized her talents. In 1939, as an eight-year-old, she was admitted to the Royal Danish Ballet School where she advanced quickly. Thanks to her height, she was able to join the ballet corps while still studying. The ballet sequences of Bournonville were the basis for the ballet school but as she became an aspirant, Harald Lander took a personal interest in her training, introducing her to Russian ballet.[5]

Career

When she was 15, she make her début as Sophie in Vilhelm Christian Holm's _Livjægerne paa Amager_ (The Lifeguards on Amager). A year later, she gained wide acclaim, dancing Margot Lander's difficult part in _Étude_. In 1951 Lander rewrote the part for her. Ten years later, under the name _Études_, it became her most notable part for the rest of her career.[6]

In 1950, she became a solo dancer. On 15 April of that year, she married Harald Lander (1905–1971) but her relationship with him was to bring her major problems. In 1951, he was dismissed from the Royal Danish Ballet for misusing his position. She followed him to Paris where he became artistic director of the Paris Opera Ballet but in order to avoid accusations of favoratism, she continued to train in Russian ballet under Ljubov Egorova, and Olga Preobrajenska. For a few months, she danced with the Ballets Russes but moved to London in 1954 where she appeared as a replacement at the London Festival Ballet, taking on the role of Odette in Swan Lake at short notice. She performed so well that she was engaged by the company for the next five years.[7]

She travelled widely with the Festival Ballet, performing both Russian ballet and Bournonville roles. In 1957, she appeared at the Tivoli Concert Hall in Copenhagen where she danced in _Études_ and _Swan Lake_. She was honoured with the Order of the Dannebrog. She returned to the Falconer Centre in Copenhagen in 1959, where both she and her husband were widely acclaimed, preparing the way for _Etudes_ at the Royal Danish Theatre.[8]

In 1960, she moved to New York for an engagement with American Ballet Theatre. She appeared in a more extensive repertoire, including _Miss Julie_ and _The Moon Reindeer_ by the Swedish choreographer Birgit Culberg, as well as Antony Tudor's _Jardin aux Lilas_. When Flemming Flindt became artistic director of the Royal Danish Ballet in 1966, he invited Toni Lander to appear as a guest dancer in 1967. She demonstrated her wide experience by dancing the pas de deux from _Don Quixote_, Eliza in Bournonville's _Konservatoriet_ and the title role from _Miss Julie_, all in one evening.[9]

In 1964, After she and Harald Lander had divorced in 1964, in January 1966 she married the American dancer Bruce Marks with whom she had three children: Eric Anthony (1968), Adam Christopher (1970), Kenneth Rikard (1974). Her last assignment with the American Ballet was in the première of José Limón's _The Moor's Pavane_.[10] In 1971, she returned to Denmark after an international career lasting 20 years, quite exceptional for a Danish ballerina. In parallel with appearances in _The Moor's Pavane_ (1971–1976), she taught at the ballet school while Marks performed as a solo dancer. When Marks was invited to become artistic director of Ballet West in Salt Lake City, Lander once again followed her husband, becoming head of training there. While with the Ballet West, she presented _Études_ at the Paris Opera, Budapest Opera and the National Ballet of Amsterdam.[11] She collaborated with Flemming Ryberg on presenting a new version of Bournonville's _Abdallah_ which premièred in February 1985. In 1983, she had divorced Marks and was ready to accept an invitation to become the first female artistic director for the Royal Danish Ballet. She was prevented from doing so from a rapidly developing cancer which led to her death in Salt Lake City on 19 May 1985, aged only 53.[12][13]

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title: Toni Lander

question: What does the article say about Toni Lander's private life?

answer: She was born in 1931. She married Harald Lander in 1950, but they divorced in 1964. She married Bruce Marks in 1966, and they had three children. She divorced Marks in 1983. She died of cancer in 1985.

critique: It's omitted that she was born in Gentofte.

critique: The answer should mention that she was a ballerina.

critique: The answer should mention that she was born in Gentofte.

critique: "She married Harald Lander in 1950, but they divorced in 1964. She married Bruce Marks in 1966, and they had three children. She divorced Marks in 1983. She died of cancer in 1985." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: The question asks about her private life, not her career.

question: What does the article say about Toni Lander's career?

answer: Lander was a solo dancer with the Royal Danish Ballet in 1950. She was a guest dancer with the Original Ballet Russe in 1951. She was then engaged by the Paris Opera Ballet until 1954. Lander also appeared with the London Festival Ballet in the late 1950s and with the American Ballet Theatre in the 1960s. After a few years back in Denmark in the early 1970s, in 1976 she joined the Ballet West in Salt Lake City. After a short illness, she died there of cancer in May 1985.

critique: The answer should mention her marriage to Harald Lander.

critique: Correct spelling (Royal Danish Ballet to Royal Danish Ballet).

critique: It is omitted that she was a guest dancer with the Ballets Russes.

critique: The answer should mention her most notable role.

critique: The answer should mention her career highlights.

critique: The answer omits the years Lander worked with the Ballet West.

question: What does the article say about why Lander divorced her Harald Lander?

answer: No answer

critique: This response is incorrect and could be more substantial and informative.

critique: The answer should note that the article doesn't mention a reason for the divorce.


title: Caroline Matilda Dodson

question: Summarize Caroline's life during the 1910s.

answer: No answer

question: Summarize everything relating to Caroline's mother.

answer: Caroline's mother was Mrs. Caroline Matilda (née Harrison) Dodson. She was the daughter of Stephen Harrison and Mary Dodson. She married Stiles Richard Dodson in 1836. She taught school in her own house after her husband died in 1847. She returned to her father's house in Pennsylvania with her four daughters in the spring of 1848.

critique: The answer omits that her mother was a teacher.

critique: The answer omits that Caroline's mother was a teacher.

critique: The answer omits the fact that Caroline's mother was a teacher.

critique: She returned to her father's house in the spring of 1848, not the spring of 1848.

critique: The answer should mention that Dodson's mother was a teacher.

critique: "Mrs. Caroline Matilda (née Harrison) Dodson " - has unnecessary spaces. Rephrase to take out the unnecessary spaces.

question: Summarize the various places Caroline lived.

answer: She was born near Keosauqua, Iowa. She was baptized in November 1857 and thereafter was a member of the Baptist church. She taught school in her own house in the winter of 1861. She then went to an academy and normal institute. She started teaching in the winter of 1861 and returned to school intermittently. She matriculated at the Woman's Medical College of Pennsylvania in the fall of 1871. She then moved to Rochester, New York. She then moved to Iowa in 1877. She then moved to Philadelphia. She then moved to her home in Philadelphia.

critique: "She then moved to her home in Philadelphia." - this is redundant and should be deleted.

critique: All the locations mentioned, except the last two, are in Pennsylvania

critique: The answer is a bit confusing and needs to be re-written.

critique: The answer should mention her work with the National Woman's Health Association of America.

text: Remove the second sentence, it's not relevant to the question.