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TRDELNÍK (; or rarely TRDLO or TROZKOL) is a kind of spit cake. It is made from rolled dough that is wrapped around a stick, then grilled and topped with sugar and walnut mix.

Origin

Trdelník has several origins. In the mid-19th century it was known as a Slovak dish,[1], and in the 20th century as a Moravian dish.[2][3] A similar pastry was also popular in the Hungarian speaking part of Transylvania (in today's Romania), where it is called kürtőskalács. The word _trdelník_ is of Czech-Slovak origin; the root of this word, _trdlo,_ is the name of the wooden tool the cake ingredients are wrapped around during cooking (which gives it its traditional hollow shape), and can also mean “simpleton” in English (see _trdlo_).

In the 21st century it became popular among tourists in the Czech Republic and Slovakia. Nowadays, _trdelník_ is very popular among tourists as a sweet pastry in many countries, mostly in the Czech Republic. A variation of trdelník with an ice cream filling was popularized by Prague cafés.[4]

The version from the Slovak town of Skalica (_Skalický trdelník_) was registered in December 2007 as a PGI (protected geographical indication) in the European Union.[5] The registration application with the detailed description of the product was published in April 2007 in the Official Journal of the European Union.[6]

Tourism in Prague

Although trdelník is usually presented as “a traditional Czech cake” or “the old Bohemian pastry”, and mentions of “_český trdelník_” can be found in 20th century literature,[7] trdelník is mostly mentioned in literature as a Slovak or Moravian, not Bohemian dish, and the mass spread of this dessert in Prague is recognized to have started more recently. Czech cinematographer and reporter Janek Rubeš argues that trdelník is only made for tourists, and that even the hamburger is more traditional in the Czech Republic.[8]

Skalický trdelník

[Baking of Trdelník] The production of trdelník has a long tradition in the Slovak town of Skalica near the border with the Moravian Slovakian town Hodonín. The original recipe was owned at the end of the 18th century by the cook József Gvadányi, a retired Hungarian general and resident of Skalica. The original recipe then was improved by the inhabitants of Skalica to its final form now known as _Skalický trdelník_.

The society _Skalický trdelník_ was founded in 2004 with the goal of keeping the tradition of the original open fire Trdelník production.

Similar products

[Slices of Skalický trdelník ready for serving. Note the hollow interior created by baking on a cylindrical spit.] [Trdelník booth at a market in Litoměřice.]

-   - Known in Hungary as _Kürtőskalács_

-   - Known in Austria as _Prügelkrapfen_

-   - Known in Germany as _Baumstriezel_

-   - known in Luxembourg as _Baamkuch_, has become a traditional dish served mostly on special occasions, such as weddings.

-   - Sękacz is a similar cake also cooked on a spit, normally over an open fire.

-   - Šakotis or Raguolis (Bankuchinas as known in western part of Lithuania) is made similarly but looks, tastes and is eaten completely different.

-   - _Colac secuiesc_ is a similar cake also cooked on a spit.

-   - Known in Turkey as _makara_

-   - Known in Israel as _kyortush_

-   - Known in South Africa as _stokbrood_

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title: Trdelník

question: What does the text say about other flavors of Trdelník aside from walnut mix?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the variation with an ice cream filling.

critique: The answer should mention the variations of trdelník with an ice cream filling.

critique: The answer should mention the ice cream variation.

question: What does the text say about the origins of Trdelník?

answer: Trdelník has several origins. In the mid-19th century it was known as a Slovak dish, and in the 20th century as a Moravian dish. A similar pastry was also popular in the Hungarian speaking part of Transylvania (in today's Romania), where it is called kürtőskalács. The word "trdelník" is of Czech-Slovak origin.

critique: The answer should mention the wooden tool.

critique: The answer should mention when the dish became popular.

question: What notable changes have been made to Trdelník nowadays?

answer: Tourists started to popularize it, so cafes started to get more inventive. Variations like an ice cream filling appeared.

critique: The answer should mention the PGI registration.

critique: "so cafes started to get more inventive." - is not supported in the text.

question: What does the text say about Trdelník?

answer: Trdelník is a kind of spit cake. It is made from rolled dough that is wrapped around a stick, then grilled and topped with sugar and walnut mix.

critique: The answer should mention the origins of Trdelník.

critique:
Changing "is," to "was," and "and is,"

"is a kind of spit cake. It is made from rolled dough that is wrapped around a stick, then grilled and topped with sugar and walnut mix."

critique: The response should include where Trdelník is from.

critique: The answer should include the origins of Trdelník.


split: train

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The first night at Janie's was some what normal. She was pouty & distrustful but glad to have sister company. She was in the mood to prepare dinner but I hadn't gotten so much as a whole sentence from her. Giving up  I sat down  at her home computer & started to reply to my sons messages through email. I was reminding him that we lived in a small country town & he was by no means a gangster & all this talk of attacks was making him paranoid.  He didn't need another gun & the roughest thing he had ever done was shoot arrows & bb guns in the back yard. I sat back in my chair tired from the day & my sons insistent reminders that I was to old to know what was really going on in the world when I  heard Janie in the kitchen babbling away about more incoherent things. I ignored her & sat back up typing my son a "I love you,be good,watch ur brothers,charge ur cell phone, & we will talk this gangster protection stuff out when I get home." message. When I got his reply & we said good night I turned my swivel chair around & called to Janie, "hey! You ok in there?"
    Of course I didn't get any response, I was use to this game by now but I was in no mood to play along. I wanted to be home with my children & a small grudge was forming inside me against my sister. She didn't wanna answer fine I wasn't getting up. I started to turn back to the computer when Janie let out a blood curdling scream & i heard a thump.
        I jumped up to go around her nook that separated the living room from the kitchen figuring another mouse was in the house & caused her to faint again. This had happened the first day we were there. She spooked easily. But when i came around the nook i found her on the floor,eyes wide open,mouth slack, cigarette burning on her chest where it must have landed when she feel. I hit my knees,brushed the cigarette on to the floor & off of her while grabbing her wrist. There  was nothing. No pulse,no twitch, no ha ha I got you! I scrambled to pull her head in to my lap,tears streaming down my face as i blubbered & begged snot filled pleases. "Please Janie, please get up" I  don't know how long i sat there, Janie with her empty stare & my high pitched screaming...until I felt her head move slightly in my lap.
    The house was inshambles,curtains were torn,a small fire had started on the kitchen rug from my sisters cigaret, the computer was smashed on the floor from me throwing it at Janies head as she clawed at me with a look of hunger & evil. I sat in our old torn recliner with my head in my hands,trembling & sobbing like a baby. My sisters & brothers standing around me confusion & pain making their faces shallow gray masks.
"what happened?" Joyce asked chewing her lip,taking on the big sister roll that was mine because I was to emotionally messed up to  be the elder this time. "people were going crazy in the streets, we had to drive threw front yards just to get here."
"I don't know!" I sobbed between hiccups "sssshe just screamed & fell over! Oh God it was horrible,I was so scared she was dead & then....& then she was but wasn't!"
 "well,was she just drunk? Like maybe she just blacked out & came to durning one of her insane episodes?"
I looked up from my hands & in to my sisters hopeful  brown eyes & knew she was going to make ME point out the obvious.
"and what?" I screamed "tried to kill me cuz that's normal behavior for her when she's drunk?!
"well" said Joyce"their was the butcher knife incident that one time with Jon"
     "Granted thats true,but has she ever tried to take a bite outta any of us!?Look at her!" I jumped up & pointed to my sister who was disheveled,with milky white eyes,bond & gagged to a chair in the farthest  corner of the living room,secure but scary & still trying to get away.
"Does she look like  normal Janie?!" I sneered letting my hysteria get the best of. It was as if they were questioning my sanity.
"um...ya. She kinda does.Like a mess,half clothed,angry mumbling,with blood on her hands. So yes she does look pretty normal for her." Joyce pointed out matter of factly.
  "The gash in her head alone should have killed her! She has third degree burns on her feet,she bit half her tongue off not to mention its fucking purple! & what the hell is wrong with her eyes?!" my energy spent I feel back in to the old recliner never taking my eyes off the "Fake sister" in front of me.
" you don't have to be so crazy & mean Jessica! How am I to know what's going on? I just thought it best to rule out all normal possibilities first" Joyce spat back as she twisted her hands.
 Our older brother Jon was pacing between the windows during this conversation when he turned around nose flared & whispered a "sssshh" all four of us girls turned to give him the best of our full attention with out losing sight of that thing tied to the chair.
    "the guns have stopped" Jon stated"maybe they have cleaned this mess up. Turn on the news,see if anything is on yet,something has to have been figured out by now"
Julia sitting closest to the tv hit the power button & on came the fuzz. Groans went around the room & not just from their tied up sister. Channel after channel was white noise.
"what do we do now?"  Julia asked
"pray" Janice answered bowing her dark head & folding her hands  in prayer.
"I don't hear any rucuss other then crying." Joyce stated
        moving from the window to the radio Jon hit the on button & looked for something anything that would explain the nights events. But there was nothing but the emergency signals.
"What is going on?" I whispered to myself holding my head in my hands again.
"pray" answered Janice again,"I told you it's the only way to stay safe. I prayed through this whole night for us to stay safe & togeather,& look we did."
"pray" Julia laughed"what will your prayer do now!? Do you people not realize this is the end of the world as we know it? A new way is here,a harder way. This is the zombie apocalypse I have been talking about the last few years! Only the strong will survive!"
Letting her diagnosis set in she stood up on her long legs & walked  only a few steps till she was face  to face with their sister. Julia looked at the milky white eyes,the head snapping back & forth with every movement Some one made. Bitterly julia shrugged her shoulders,running her hands over her shaved head she sighed & gave her remedy,
"A bullet to the head is the kindest we can do for her now. I don't know why she died or why she came back,but clearly we weren't the only people to deal with this. Guns & sirens have been going off all night. Jon saw it all as he sped over here from work,I don't know why we're so lucky to have all made it  home but we were." silence fell & we gathered together to await the sunrise in hopes maybe this would be some what better in the daylight.

title: The Falling a.k.a The Taste 3

question: Summarize the plot of the story.

answer: The story is written in epistolary form between the narrator and her son. Janie, her sister, seems unwell. She behaves in an erratic way and seems to have died. Joyce and Julia, her other sisters, arrive at their old farmhouse and try to revive Janie. Janie calms down and the sisters wonder what is happening. As the night progresses, the news fills them in on recent local events: zombies are sweeping the town. They hold a family prayer circle until the next morning. After the sisters decide that shooting her would be kinder than killing her, the oldest sister proclaims this is the end of the world, and the youngest calls her crazy.

critique: It is omitted that the narrator and Janie have been living together while their brothers and sisters try to figure out what to do.

critique: It is too early to say this is the end of the world.

critique: The story is not written in epistolary form.

critique: The answer is missing important details about Janie's behavior.

critique: "The sisters wonder what is happening." - is misleading because the sisters never wonder what's happening, Janice was the one who wonders. Replace this sentence with "When Janie calms down, her sisters try to figure out what happened and what to do next."

critique: The identity of the narrator is not relevant to the story.

critique: "The story is written in epistolary form between the narrator and her son." - irrelevant. Delete this.

critique: The sisters are not trying to revive Janie, they are trying to figure out what is happening.

critique: The first and second sentences are unattested to the story

critique: The narrator is not the narrator in the story. The narrator is the character Jessica.

critique: The narrator is not the one writing to her son.

critique: "The story is written in epistolary form between the narrator and her son." - this was never mentioned in the story. It's just the narrator's imagination.

question: Summarize the narrator's relationship with their son.

answer: The narrator is mostly a single mother. She is reminding her son about some things he'd been misbehaving. She ends the day by typing a good-night email.

critique: The narrator's relationship with her son is not mentioned in the story.

critique: The response is missing information about the narrator's relationship with her son.

critique: "She is reminding her son about some things he'd been misbehaving." - this is inaccurate. The son was not misbehaving.

critique: There are many problems with this response. For starters, it does not mention how the narrator usually talks with her son. Secondly, there is no evidence that the narrator is a single mother. A more appropriate response would include the narrator's comments about how she doesn't understand her son's experience and feels she has to watch him when he hangs out with dangerous gangs. However, the narrator would still be a mother, but maybe not a full-fledged single mother.

critique: This response is incorrect. It doesn't give any information about the narrator's relationship with her son.

text: The answer omits that the narrator's son wants to buy another gun for protection from gangs, but the narrator doesn't want him to and tells him they'll talk later.

category: coverage

refinement: The narrator is mostly a single mother. She is reminding her son about some things he'd been misbehaving. She ends the day by typing a good-night email.

question: Summarize the narrator's relationship with Janie.

answer: A supernatural horror novel, The Falling reveals that the narrator, Jessica, has a sister by the name of Janie. Janie is an angry and selfish alcoholic, and one day when Jessica is over at her house, Janie screams and she collapses, dead for a few seconds. After about 15 seconds, Janie gets up and bites Jessica on the neck. Jessica shoves Janie out the front door because her sister clearly isn't normal, and when Janie comes back, she attempts to bite Joyce as well but Jessica shoves Joyce out the door. That evening, Jon sees Janie now looking "normal" in the streets and he takes her home. Later, the narrator runs into their house and sees everyone tied up including Janie who is struggling. It is revealed that Janie bit Jon earlier and the entire situation is taking place in the midst of the zombie apocalypse.

critique: The narrator's relationship with Janie is not described as a supernatural horror novel.

critique: The second, eighth and ninth lines of the response do not make sense and should be rewritten.

critique: There is no evidence that Janie bites Joyce.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest that Janie bit Jessica or Joyce.

critique: The response contains numerous grammatical errors and result in poor coherence.

critique: "15 seconds," not "15 seconds", is incorrect and made up. The duration is measured in a greater number of seconds.

critique:
The narrator is Jessica, not Janie
The narrator is a woman, not a man

critique: The answer contains incorrect information and should be rewritten.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

text: The narrator is at Janie's house throughout the story, where only Janie is tied down because she attacked the narrator.

category: accuracy

refinement: A supernatural horror novel, The Falling reveals that the narrator, Jessica, has a sister by the name of Janie. Janie is an angry and selfish alcoholic, and one day when Jessica is over at her house, Janie screams and she collapses, dead for a few seconds. After about 15 seconds, Janie gets up and bites Jessica on the neck. Jessica shoves Janie out the front door because her sister clearly isn't normal, and when Janie comes back, she attempts to bite Joyce as well but Jessica shoves Joyce out the door. That evening, Jon sees Janie now looking "normal" in the streets and he takes her home. Later, the narrator runs into their house and sees everyone tied up including Janie who is struggling. It is revealed that Janie bit Jon earlier and the entire situation is taking place in the midst of the zombie apocalypse.


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“Hello?” is what I heard when I woke up.  The man sitting near me was rough looking with a dark beard, he was very tall and had a strong composure, he also spoke in a very strong Russian accent.  My head hurt.  The last thing I remember was being hit in the head by a rifle.  We were losing the war.  No one really knew what the war was about, we juts knew if you see someone that doesn't look, or walk like you, they were considered an enemy and they were to be killed immediately.  I had killed 194 people.  Men,women,children, you name it, I've probably killed it, just for not looking or walking like me.  I have seen things you could never imagine.  I've seen children being burned alive by the fires of Hell we would reign onto the random designated towns we were assigned.  The terrible things I have done.  I'm not sure how anyone could forgive me.  My memory was very vague and it seemed that I  suffered from amnesia.  I can never remember what I have done exactly.  I can remember in fragments of what I've done.  I asked the man what his name was.

“Vladimr, I was caught for walking the street past the curfew, what is your name?”

I couldn't remember because of the amnesia I was suffering from at the time.  I had realized I was wet, soaking in some very thick material.  It was blood.  I had a very hard time breathing after realizing this, my throat was cut from ear to ear.  I guess the people that caught me thought I was going to bleed out and die like some dog because of the wound I had received from them.  Vladimr seemed to realize I felt the blood.

“I got the same thing you did.”  He lifted his head up to show the same scar that I had.  A long cut, ear to ear, except he seemed to have been here for a much longer time than I had been here, since it was just a scar.  I tried to remember, but I couldn't.  I didn't even know what I was trying to remember.  Vladimr was looking at me oddly, almost devilishly.  He asked me when how I was going to die.  I was confused.  I had never thought about how I would die, just when.  I thought about how I was going to die.  My mind wondered.  Not knowing if I would die here, being caged like an animal or be set free in the hopefully near future and continue the war, but end up being killed that way.  Either way, I knew I wasn't going to get to go back to my home.

I had finally answered.

“I don't know.”

This was the first thing I had said to Vlad.  I had a very hard time talking because of my throat being cut.  I didn't know what else to say to him.  I couldn't remember his name.  The amnesia would wipe my memory.

“What is your name,” I had asked him again.

“Vladimr, I already told you twice now, I'm not going to say it again or I'll beat my name into you.”

It seemed Vladimr was very short tempered.  Even though I had done many bad things to the people in the towns, I was frightened by him.  He was very muscular.  It seemed like he might be able to lift an entire ship out of the water, but there was no water around to test that argument.  I got up and tried to walk around, but my legs hurt like someone ran my legs over with a train.  I pulled up my dark green camouflaged pants to see my legs broken with bone breaking through the skin.  I don't know how I hadn't felt this until I stood up.

As I looked at Vladimr again he had a different look on his face, one I hadn't seen since I had been home which was a very long time.  It had to be at least seven and a half years.  I could recognize the facial expression Vlad had now.  He had the same look that my wife had when she was sad.  Was I imagining things?  How could I recognize this look, but still have amnesia?  Maybe I was imagining Vladimr completely.  Maybe I tried to kill myself by jumping off of a bridge and broke my legs.  This didn't make sense though.  What about the memory of me being hit in the head with a rifle.  I tried to look at Vlad again and he was gone.  I didn't know where he had gone.  I didn't know where he was from, how old he was, if he had family...this list goes on.  I kept searching for him by looking around the room.  I think I was going crazy.  A random man locked in a cage with another man named Vlad.  The funny thing is, is I just blacked out because of the blood loss and had woken back up.  I think I had waited for at least two hours for him to return.  No one did.  Then another two, and then four.  I had waited what seemed like eternity for someone to return.

Until suddenly I hear a gate open close, Vlad was back in the cell alongside me once again.   I fell asleep almost instantly.  I was not sure how long I had slept, but Vladimr was still with me, so I felt somewhat safe, except for the bad temper he seemed to have.

“Where did you go?” I had asked him.

“You didn't know?” he replied.

“Know what?” I had said back to him.

“The people here, they are not like us, they are savages.  When the people are captured, they cut their throat to see who lives.  If you live, you are strong and you made to fight for your life in an arena.”  Vladimr had a very distraught look on his face because of this.  That is where he must have been, he must have been in the fight.

“When will they make me fight?”  I had asked him.

“When you stop bleeding, they can watch and know when you stop bleeding.  Which you have, so they will be in here for you within the next two days to stitch your throat back together and make you fight.” Vladimr said back to me.

It didn't even feel like it was one minute later and someone came to get me.  They shined a bright light into my eyes so it blinded me and I couldn't see and they put a bag over my head.

I shook the blanket off of my body, I was in a cold sweat and I had realized it was all a dream.
“Hello?”, is what I heard immediately after I woke up.  The man sitting near me was rough looking with a dark beard, he was very tall and had a strong composure, he also spoke in a very strong Russian accent.  My head hurt.  I think I have amnesia.

> **Authors Note**

> This is my first short story that I have posted on the internet.  This is also my longest and best so far.  It took my about a hour and a half to write this.  If you have any suggestions, please PM or comment!  I love to hear feedback on what I should do differently and make better.  Thanks for reading and hopefully you enjoyed,

> -Logan

title: [MF] Tales of Non-Existence Part 1

question: What does the text say about Vlad?

answer: Vlad is a man who was caught for walking the street past the curfew. He has a very short temper and is very muscular. He has a long cut, ear to ear, and has been here for a much longer time than the narrator. Vlad is also very short tempered.

critique: Vlad is short tempered with the narrator.

question: What does the story say about anger management?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to provide an answer to the task.

critique: Chop off this response, it is not called for

critique: The story doesn't really talk about anger, but it does talk about Vladimr's short temper. The story says that Vladimr is short-tempered and gets angry quickly.


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MICHAEL GARRISON is the former president of West Virginia University, succeeded by C. Peter Magrath on August 1, 2008.[1] A graduate of the WVU class of 1992 and earned a J.D. at WVU in 1996 after attending St. Anne's College, Oxford University on a Rotary Scholarship.[2][3] He lectured as an adjunct professor in West Virginia University's department of Political Science in the years preceding his appointment as president.[4] Garrison had been managing member of Spilman Thomas & Battle pllc in Morgantown. In 2003, Garrison was awarded a Toll Fellowship from the Council of State Governments [5] following his tenure as Chief of Staff to West Virginia Governor Bob Wise from 2001-2003.[6] He served as Cabinet Secretary in the West Virginia Department of Tax and Revenue until 2001.[7] In 2007, Garrison was selected as West Virginia University's twenty-second president.[8]

Garrison's selection as president was controversial with some on the university's faculty; the faculty senate voted no confidence in him in April 2007.[9] The _Pittsburgh Post-Gazette_ noted concerns about his lack of academic experience and the possibility that his inclusion among the finalists was the result of his political connections.[10][11]

In 2008 Garrison became involved in a controversy involving the granting of an MBA degree to Heather Bresch, who had failed to complete the required credits. A panel led by WVU faculty members produced a report on the incident described by the _Pittsburgh Post-Gazette_ as criticising the university administration for having made “a 'seriously flawed' decision fraught with favoritism.”[12] In May 2008 the faculty senate voted 77-19 to call for Garrison's resignation[13] - a demand repeated by a vote (565-39, with 11 abstentions) open to all WVU faculty at a mass meeting a week later.[14] In August 2012, West Virginia University officially closed its investigation, reaching no conclusion but foreseeing “unreasonable delays in investigating complaints of misconduct” raised questions about violations of due process rights.[15]

On June 6, 2008, Garrison officially announced he would resign as President of the University effective September 1, 2008.[16] In October 2008 a West Virginia grand jury decided not to indict Garrison on criminal charges relating to the degree scandal.[17] Some news accounts alleged a friendly relationship between Garrison and the Governor, but the official WVU investigation ended before reaching the same conclusion.[18]

After leaving West Virginia University, Garrison returned to his former law firm, Spilman Thomas & Battle,[19] Garrison's more recent work includes representing natural gas company Northeast Energy in its $42 million suit against the City of Morgantown, West Virginia.[20] Northeast is seeking an injunction against the city, to prevent enforcement of its recent ban on horizontal hydraulic fracking. Morgantown passed its ban after Northeast sited a drill pad near the city's primary drinking-water intake, and the ban and the issue have received increasing press coverage, both locally [21] and even nationally. [22]

[1] WVU Administration

[2] http://www.spilmanlaw.com/Attorneys/D-H/Garrison,-Michael-S

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[4] “WVU Committee Narrows Presidential Field to Three”, _State Journal_, 22 March 2007, accessed 2008-04-26

[5] http://www.csg.org/

[6] HighBeam

[7] WVU President's page

[8] http://wvutoday.wvu.edu/n/2007/04/13/5614

[9] Ian Urbina, “University Investigates Whether Governor’s Daughter Earned Degree”, _New York Times_, 22 January 2008, accessed 2008-04-26

[10] West Virginia U. Ignores Controversy and Picks Garrison as New President, _Chronicle of Higher Education_, 13 April 2007, accessed 2008-05-06

[11] Jonathan D. Silver and Eleanor Chute, “Controversy roils search for new WVU president”, _Pittsburgh Post-Gazette_, 1 April 2007, accessed 2008-04-26

[12] Len Boselovic and Patricia Sabatini, “University revokes degree after scathing report on M.B.A. awarded to Bresch”, _Pittsburgh Post-Gazette_, 24 April 2008, accessed 2008-04-26

[13] Len Boselovic and Patricia Sabatini, “WVU faculty wants president's ouster”, _Pittsburgh Post-Gazette_, 6 May 2008, accessed 2008-05-06

[14] Len Boselovic and Patricia Sabatini, “WVU faculty: President Garrison must go”, _Pittsburgh Post-Gazette_, 14 May 2008, accessed 2008-05-14

[15] http://www.post-gazette.com/stories/local/region/wvu-closes-book-on-fraudulent-awarding-of-mba-649973/?p=0

[16] Associated Press, “1”, _Yahoo! News_, 06 June 2008, accessed 2008-06-06

[17] Len Boselovic and Patricia Sabatini, “Degree Scandal Not a Crime”_Pittsburgh Post-Gazette_, 18 October 2008

[18]

[19] http://www.spilmanlaw.com/

[20] Ry Rivard ““Gas drillers want $42 million from Morgantown”,” _Charleston Daily Mail_, 7 July 2011, accessed 2011-07-12

[21] Ben Adducchio & Associated Press ““Company sues Morgantown over drilling ban”,” _West Virginia Public Broadcasting_, 27 June 2011, accessed 2011-07-12; Duane Nichols ““Judge Upholds Morgantown Frack Ban, Denies Injunction, Drilling Continues”,” FrackCheckWV, 25 June 2011, accessed 2011-07-12

[22] ; ;

title: Michael Garrison (politician)

question: Summarize everything related to Garrison's controversies.

answer: Garrison's selection as president was controversial with some on the university's faculty. The faculty senate voted no confidence in him in April 2007. The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette noted concerns about his lack of academic experience and the possibility that his inclusion among the finalists was the result of his political connections. Garrison was involved in a controversy involving the granting of an MBA degree to Heather Bresch, who had failed to complete the required credits. Some news accounts alleged a friendly relationship between Garrison and the Governor, but the official WVU investigation ended before reaching the same conclusion.

critique: The answer omits Garrison's resignation.

critique: The answer should mention the investigation into the degree scandal.

critique: I would add the investigation after Garrison resigned from WVU, which concluded that former university presidents were allowed to award degrees despite being required to sign an affidavit declaring any dating back to their tenure 10 years later which contradicted previous regulations.

critique: Remove the link to the university's faculty senate.

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

question: What does the article say about Garrison's personal life?

answer: No answer

critique: The article does mention Garrison's personal life.

critique: The answer should mention Garrison's time as President of West Virginia University.

critique: The article does not mention anything about Garrison's personal life.

critique: The section detailing Garrison's personal life is included in the article, but nothing means this confirms it isn't a secret.


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Strange Encounters

"It's weird officer, real weird." Mark Henderson was at the local police station in Alberton, Ontario on 4: 36am August 8th, 1951. Strangely enough, a building he's never seen, in a town he's never been to before, yet familiar.

"All right smooth talker, let's take it from the top once more. I know there's not much to it as you've continued to repeat but let's see if anything else pops out at you and then we will pay for your gas home." Officer Dan Richardson was becoming more and more tired with the story was hearing.

There just can't be anyway. Dan thought becoming more and more enraged within. The moment he walks out of here I'm just going to throw this case out. Hocus pocus my ass, what does he take me for, an idiot?! At best this is the best damn way to get free gas.

"Well like I said before, I had just filled up at half past 10pm, so I could drive out and get to the place that sells tobacco by the pound still..."

Yes, yes we all go out to New Market for cheaper cigarettes, not relevant.

"...and I was driving out to Bakersfield like I said,"
He didn't refer to it as Bakersfield before? The puzzled Officer thought.

"...on the way there I had to swerved out of the way of a truck with these god forsaken bright lights. I guess I was a bit sleepy Officer and woke up in the nick of time but after that I found myself just driving around an unfamiliar road.

I was having awful headaches, for a bit around that time too. Images that started accompanying them are hard to distinguish but almost always included me in a white setting... I don't know it sounds crazy now. Anyways, I pulled over till they subsided and drove straight here in hopes that you could help me figure out where I am so I can get home, but I still can't remember where that was again. Some rest will cure this forgetfulness. I feel like I've been up all night." Mark felt like that was all the information that he could give, he couldn't remember what town he lived in nor his wife or his phone number. He kind of felt a helpless feeling fall over him.

"We'll now that you've told us where you were driving to we can call that regions station and see if there is a match to your name anywhere close to there. It should only take a few hours."

Not long after that another Office came into the room and asked if Officer Dan could speak with him for a moment.
What did the results turn up Frank?

"He wasn't lying when he said things were weird. It turns out that there isn't  even a Bakersfeild anywhere near here. In fact, you have to drive 14 hours north to get to a small town called Bakersfeild." Officer Frank said as he started to debrief.

"...here's where things get truly disturbing. When we searched his name through the local police department Mark has a missing person out because his wife...."

"Wow, his wife sure gets worried quickly. Seems a bit much don't you think he's only been gone for half a day at most. Can't remember his name or town he lives in, probably doesn't remember setting out on a road trip. Likely to get away from her if she's that crazy." Office Dan remarked crudely as if this was all an elaborate funny joke.

"If you'd let me finish, his wife reported him missing August 8th, 1950, sir. This was reported after she spent a full day returning home from a place that was 8 hours away from their town. She reported being in the passenger seat of a driverless car after being at a gas station for an unknown reason. All she could remember before waking up was that there was a blinding white light that she couldn't help but look at. It actually says 'forced' in the report." Frank said growing more and grimmer as he read from the file between his trembling hands.

Officer Dan, started to sit in the closest seat he could find. He couldn't believe that Mark was 14 hours away from home. That would make his whole time scale false. Not to mention the fact that he has been missing for a full year, a full year exactly he would later realize.

He began to think about the crazy aspects of them all, his wife's story at the time; driverless cars, being at a gas station for no reason, it all makes sense now, only after hearing Marks story.

"Sir there is one more thing in the reports." Frank said with a grave look in his eyes.

"What more could it be?"

"The wife had three cuts into her skin going the length of her back; she said that's the first appearance  of them in her life. It was like they were skillfully cut as the doctors said there was no way any doctor could stitch a cut that clean without some kind of pain. She reported none."

"All right Frank thanks for all the intel." Dan has a hard enough time giving gratitude in the first place and was finding it particularly challenging to give it with what he just learned.

The door opens to the interrogation; with it brought an energy that mimetic death. Officer Dan began relaying the frightening news to Mark, which still hasn't sunk in, himself.
"One last thing before we send you on your way home to your wife, if you will Mark. Your wife reported three cuts on her back that she had never seen before that night. Could you remove your shirt and pants please, I just want to know if we should have medical look at you first." Officer Dan asked Mark in the most genuine and sincere way he could.

"No problem Sir, it was starting to itch a bit anyways. It'll be nice to readjust it." Mark said in a cheerful way. For he sees this all as a blessing. Finally, he can see his wife and start the laughing process.

As Office Dan brought his coffee cup down from a big deep, delicious gulp, the liquid left his mouth as fast as it came in. in one fellow motion Office Dan vomited, dropped his cup, and tripped on his own two feet.

With his eyes wide open from shock; he gazed at a man whose skin, from head to toe, was scalped. Only his muscles were visible. Each and every muscle strand picked clean of its protective layer of skin. No blood was seeping through, it was as if there was its own invisible skin that covered him. Which is likely why he hasn't miraculously died.

As Mark turned around to confront a mirror, the last thing to pass through his mind was his beautiful wife; he pictured the way her soft cherry red hair flowed over her shoulders like a creek over an edge. Her rosy cheeks gently glowing in the sun. It was comforting to his mind to have such a lovely mental image cross it because once his  eyes focused on the mirror, his hideously deformed body sent his body into a trauma that it couldn't handle and  at  10:29PM August 8th Mark Henderson collapsed dead.

As for Dan Richardson, well he wishes that the story ended there.

title: [SF] Strange Encounters

question: Summarize the source of tension in the story.

answer: At the beginning of the story, a man named Mark shows up at the police station with nobody having any idea of where he came from or why he is there. He seems disoriented, but appears to hold on to his identity, at least at the beginning. As he tells his story, it's revealed that he stated getting lost three years earlier. It appears his wife was in the car with him at that time, as she reported a similar scenario, however, she was missing for a year.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Mark was missing for a year, not three years.

critique: It is omitted that when Officer Dan questions the man to remove his shirt and reveals that he is missing his skin. (And metal rods are instead what supports his muscles.)

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Mark's wife was missing for three years, however it was only a year.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Mark's wife was not in the car with him three years ago. She was in the car with him the night he disappeared.

critique: This is incorrect. The woman was missing for a year and the story happened in 1951, not three years earlier.

critique: The story does not state that Mark stated getting lost three years earlier.

critique: The story does not state that Mark got lost three years earlier.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Mark stated getting lost three years earlier, however he was missing for a year.

text: The central tension in the story are the paranormal events that have occurred, and the ominous sense of what could have caused the mystery.


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((Note: This story is written by me and I have to say it's not grammar and sp checked. It is merely a rough draft that I thought you guys might like. I'm not very good at reddit spacing so i'm sorry for the block of text feel this has. If anyone has the solution please inform me! This is mainly to see if the plot and twists are interesting. Thanks for reading!))

Within the light of day I saw the greatest site. Small butterfly floating to my right. My eyes followed the dreamy creature through it fantasy glide through the cool summer breeze. Not a care in it’s mind aside from that of pollen. The trees around us encased secrets of these woods. No man outside had know of the well of eternity just below my feet.

Immortality hides away here. Having found sanctuary within the realm of magic. Hidden away for eons from the sight and mind of man except to only flourish in tales of myth and false legend. From the well a tree drew it’s source of life. Growing proud and tall around the many dead oaks of the forest. The leafs shone as if silver and gold while the branches seemed to a mere man to be as strong as steel. The tresure lay not in the strength, nor the twirling green, but in the golden fruit i bear only once a few hundred years or so. Some remained held high above while some lay at the bottom of the hill where I stand.

I look to my feet to see a slightly bruised fruit stuck in time. I reach down and scoop up the magic juicy ball and slice in half eating one and offering the other to my new found friend the butterfly. We sit there enjoying the sweet dreamy cream inside while a rustling in the trees begins. To my right I look to see a new path to have formed in the wood. Being adventurous I take up the challenge presented and trot off to the south.

Once I arrive to the opening in the dense thicket I notice a gate made of dark metals slightly ajar as if inviting me to take a stroll beyond into what it guards. I become wary for the trees around have died long ago it seems, the light of the eternity tree seemed dim from where I stood. Temptation grew louder than my guts.

I pushed the gate open to hear a soul wrenching creak that put me even more on edge.

Once I was through the passageway it seemed the sun its self fear this place. Darkness of pitch swallowed me whole as I pushed onward through the thicket of hate. Soon I felt my feet dig into what I believed could only be sand. Toes pushing through and wiggling I wondered if somehow a beach lay in the darkness ahead. With increased caution I carried on.

In the far distance I saw a light. Purple in color it seemed. I could tell it was very far away due to it being merely a spec on the invisible horizon ahead of me. I remained on the path though something inside of me most likely my soul urged me to run the other way. I surprised myself by doing the opposite. My pace quickened and my vision tunneled down to that only of the light. Nothing else seemed to matter. Only to reach that dark goal. To meet whatever fate lay ahead, head on.

As I ran I could feel something was different around me. My vision may be a slave to the light ahead my other senses noticed a change in the night. A rustling and tearing of branches followed on either side of the sandy path. Someone or something was keeping pace with me. Maybe there were other paths? More people like me racing towards the distant beacon like a swarm of moths to a flame? I didn’t know, but at this point my addiction and need to feel the false light had grown pitiful. I drooled, panted, and growled like a dog. My mind began to lose grip of reality. It seemed like all that mattered and will matter is the flame. The purple shining gem now closer, but somehow the same distance all the same.

The noises around me grew louder. Deafening and rabid to what I realized was just like my own. All of a sudden I reached the light. Much unexpected to me considering it was not a lamppost or a fire as I expected but merely a small light-bug floating softly in the air in front of me. I could have sworn as long as I had looked it the little beast smiled an evil grin. To what end I could not come to as to why it seemed so deadly yet my salvation all in one.

Soon I realized the bug grew in altitude. Floating higher yet somehow remaining still. The demon looked down at me and I could have sworn I heard a laughing voice speaking to my corrupted soul, “Should have stayed near the ocean of eternity for now you sink in the shores of false divinity.” With those words of burning truth finished I felt my lungs fill with sand as I slowly lowered beneath the broken path.

title: Sinking From Eternity (x/post from /r/Stories)

question: What does the story say about the name of the main character?

answer: No answer

critique: The response is incorrect. The story does not mention any names.

critique: It is omitted that the main character has no name.

question: What does the story say about the well of eternity?

answer: The well of eternity is a secret well hidden away from the sight and mind of man. It is a source of life for the eternity tree, which grows tall and strong around the many dead oaks of the forest. The tree bears golden fruit once every few hundred years. The fruit is the source of immortality. The well of eternity is hidden away from man, except to flourish in tales of myth and false legend.

critique: The fruit is not the source of immortality.

critique: The well of eternity is not the source of immortality.

critique: The final two lines are irrelevant to the question and should be removed.

critique: The well is not hidden from man, it is hidden from the sight and mind of man.

text: The source of immortality in the story is subjective, and the response should be rephrased to reflect that it offers an interpretation rather than a direct answer.

category: coherence

question: What does the story say about the woods beyond the sanctuary of trees that hide the well of eternity?

answer: The woods beyond the sanctuary of trees that hide the well of eternity are dark and dead. The light of the eternity tree seems dim. There is a passageway in the woods that leads to the darkness of pitch. The sun doesn't shine here, and the darkness of pitch swallows the narrator whole. The narrator sees a light in the far distance. The light is purple in color and seems far away. The light is a small light-bug floating in the air. The demon looks down at the narrator and laughs. The narrator sinks beneath the broken path.

critique: The light is not a small light-bug, but a small light floating in the air.

critique: The information about 'the demon' is inaccurate and unimportant to the question; remove this.

critique: The light is not a small light-bug, but a demon.

critique: The light-bug is not relevant to the question.

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: The answer is a summary of the story, not a description of the woods.

critique: The narrator sees a light-bug, not a light.

critique: The narrator doesn't sink beneath the broken path.

text: Add that the narrator being drawn to the light is the reason they go through the woods.

question: What does the story say about the protagonist?

answer: The protagonist is a man who is looking for the well of eternity. He is a curious person who is adventurous and likes to explore. He is tempted to go further into the woods, and he is tempted to go through the gate. He is also tempted to eat the fruit. He is also tempted to go after the light.

critique: "He is also tempted to go after the light." - this is incorrect because the protagonist was never tempted to follow the light.

critique: While the protagonist is a man, it's not clear he's looking for the well of eternity.

critique: The protagonist is not a man, but a person.

critique: The protagonist is a man who is looking for the well of eternity. He is a curious person who is adventurous and likes to explore. He is tempted to go further into the woods, and he is tempted to go through the gate. He is also tempted to eat the fruit. He is also tempted to go after the light.

critique: The protagonist is described as being female at the beginning of the story.

text: The narrator does eat the fruit.


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Cosmetic Dentist in Scottsdale, AZ

Home_/_Cosmetic Dentist in Scottsdale, AZ

About Todd Mabry, DDS

[]Dr. Todd Mabry earned his bachelor of science degree in biology from the University of Arizona in May 1995. He then graduated from Marquette University School of Dentistry located in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, in May 1999. After receiving his doctor of dental surgery (DDS) degree, he completed his residency in Southern California specializing in reconstructive and cosmetic dentistry. Upon completion of his studies, Dr. Mabry returned home to Arizona and opened his Scottsdale practice in March 2003.

[]Dr. Mabry was raised in Phoenix and enjoys volunteering in the local community. He is a volunteer dentist at the John C. Lincoln Children’s Dental Clinic, where his father has been a practicing physician at the hospital for more than 30 years. Dr. Mabry is also involved in the Give Kids a Smile® program through the Arizona Dental Association that provides dental care to underserved children. Furthermore, he is on the Board of Smile Beyond the Bars—a non-profit, faith-based organization committed to changing the lives of former inmates by enhancing the appearance of their smiles with dental implants and various other tooth restoration options. In 2017, he was presented a “Smile Maker Award” for the exceptional care he provided as part of Smile Beyond the Bars.

Dr. Mabry is an Arizona licensed dentist and an active member of the American Academy of Cosmetic Dentistry, American Dental Association, Arizona Dental Association, Spear Dental Study Club and Spear Continuing Education Center. He has also been recognized as a Top Dentist by Phoenix Magazine in 2014 and 2015, and he regularly lectures to dental hygiene students about restorative dentistry. In his free time, he enjoys golfing, road biking, mountain biking, running, swimming, hiking, skiing and generally enjoying the outdoors and spending time with his wife, family and friends.

For each and every individual, Dr. Mabry takes a big picture approach to dental care, aiming to promote long-term stability and oral health. Whether you are experiencing dental pain, seeking to resolve chronic bad breath or wanting to improve the appearance and/or function of your teeth, Dr. Mabry will treat you with the care and compassion you deserve while helping you achieve exceptional, lasting results.

My experience with this practice has been totally positive. Every person in this group – from the receptionist to Dr. Mabry – is friendly, positive and concerned about each patient’s comfort and knowledge of the procedures. Highly recommend to anyone wanting a positive experience with dentistry!

Dr. Mabry’s Passion For Cosmetic Dentistry

Dr. Mabry discovered his passion for dentistry by accompanying his mother—who was a dental hygienist in the Valley—to her job when he was a kid. He was always intrigued with the work she performed as well as what the dentist was able to do for patients in a single day. This experience, combined with his love of working with his hands, led Dr. Mabry to pursue a career in dentistry, which he finds to be an incredibly fulfilling profession.

In Dr. Mabry’s free time, he enjoys golfing, road biking, mountain biking, running, swimming, hiking, skiing and generally enjoying the outdoors and spending time with his wife, family and friends.

Dr. Todd Mabry is an Arizona licensed dentist and an active member of the American Academy of Cosmetic Dentistry, American Dental Association and Arizona Dental Association. He has also been recognized as a Top Dentist by Phoenix Magazine in 2014 and 2015.

  “I love cosmetic dentistry and being able to improve a patient’s smile! People who smile with confidence don’t really understand what it’s like to avoid smiling because of a cosmetic issue. Throughout my years in practice, I’ve come to truly appreciate what these individuals feel on a daily basis, and being able to hear them say something like, ‘I have not been able to smile like this ever!” after seeing their transformation is very rewarding.”

A cosmetic dentist has training in general and restorative treatments but is also specialized in cosmetic techniques that are designed to improve the aesthetics of your smile. Oral health should always be considered the foundation of beautiful teeth and gums. Using state-of-the-art solutions such as porcelain veneers and porcelain crowns, cosmetic dentists can use their honed artistic skill to rejuvenate the appearance of the smile with natural-looking results. By choosing a cosmetic dentist, you can feel confident that both the function and the form of your smile will be considered during your dental treatments.

Dr. Mabry In The News

Dr. Mabry discusses the sugar content of popular drinks

Questions To Ask Your Cosmetic Dentist

Choosing the best cosmetic dentist for your needs can have a significant impact on your satisfaction. Not all cosmetic dentists have the same educational background, experience or credentials. Spend some time researching your potential dentists. To help you in this endeavor, Dr. Mabry has compiled a list of questions to ask your cosmetic dentist during your initial appointment:

-   Which cosmetic procedure or procedures do you perform the most frequently?
-   What area of dentistry did you focus on during your education?
-   Are you involved in any continuing education coursework to remain up-to-date with the latest techniques and technology?
-   Are you a member of the American Academy of Cosmetic Dentistry (AACD)?
-   Do you have before-and-after photos of previous patients?
-   Are there any oral health treatments that should be performed before my cosmetic procedure?
-   What dental laboratory do you partner with, and what materials are used to make restorations like veneers and crowns?
-   How long can I expect the results of my cosmetic dentistry procedure to last?
-   How much will my procedure cost?
-   Do you offer any dental financing options?

At the end of your preliminary consultation, you should feel comfortable with your cosmetic dentist and confident in his or her ability to meet your expectations. If you have any reservations, do not hesitate to continue your search for a cosmetic dentist who is better suited for you.

If you would like to ask Dr. Mabry a question regarding your personal dental history, cosmetic dentistry and techniques, or general dental hygiene, please feel free to send him an e-mail by visiting our website’s “Contact Us” page. Dr. Mabry will respond within 24 hours. If you have a more immediate question, get in touch with our office by phone at (480) 582-1358.

In cases of medical emergency, please dial 911.

question: What does the text say about Todd Mabry's passions?

answer: Todd Mabry is passionate about his cosmetic dental practice. He is passionate about how he can help individuals feel beautiful and not hide their smile. He loves cosmetic dentistry and is motivated by the opportunity to improve a patient's smile. In his free time, he enjoys activities such as golfing, running, swimming, and spending time with friends and family.

critique: The answer should mention his love of dentistry.

critique: Todd Mabry's passions are not limited to his cosmetic dental practice.

critique: Doesn't mention what he does out of the office.

critique: The answer should mention his other passions.

text: 'He loves cosmetic dentistry and is motivated by the opportunity to improve a patient's smile.' This sentence is redundant and should be removed.


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**The Pro.**

You swing your car into the dingy lot in front of Gutter Ball's and kill the engine. You sit there for a few moments preparing yourself. Almost game time.

You hit the trunk release and get out of the car. The rain stopped about an hour ago and for the first time this week the evening air is cool rather than muggy. Opening the trunk, you retrieve you bag and head toward the entrance, passing Ten Pin's truck on the way.

Gutter Ball's is the kind of place where men take the game of bowling very seriously. Despite it's dim, dingy interior, the lanes are well-kept and gleam with fresh oil. It's like stepping directly into a hurricane sometimes, the balls roaring down the lanes sound like approaching thunder and you can feel the punctuating booms in your chest as they strike the pins.

Classic rock plays nonstop at Gutter Ball's. At the moment Don Henley is lamenting about a certain hotel he never should have stayed in. Gutter Ball is behind the counter chatting up a leggy brunette with an amazing case of acne. Gutter is no prize himself, though at well over 6' 4" his sheer mass seems to cause some women's panties to loosen and from what you can glean from the conversation, it seems to be working for him at the moment.

The place is packed tonight, you knew it would be. Everywhere people are gathered in small groups either at the bar or down in the alley. The chatter is so loud you can barely hear the music. You like it that way though, the chaos helps you concentrate. You can see a much larger crowd than the rest gathered at the far end of the alley, obviously occupying both of the last two lanes. That must be Ten Pin's crowd of admirers. Looking closer, you see him stand up and get into form. He takes a deep breath, moves forward 3 paces and throws a clean strike.

*Good,* you think, *I hope he's already warmed up.*

As you approach the counter Gutter glances at you in annoyance only briefly before resuming his conversation with the brunette.

"I swear. Just by *hearin*,'" he tells her.

"Ain't no way," she says.

Gutter holds up one finger. "Wait for it," he says.

Frustrated, you glance toward Ten Pin's groupies once more and see him going through his motions again. His release is silky smooth, the ball screams down the lane. Gutter stabs his finger in the brunette's direction.

"*That* one's a strike," he says. The brunette whips around to follow the sound. A half-second later Ten Pin's ball slams into the pocket with a crash- not a pin stands. The brunette jumps up and down and giggles with glee.

"AMAZING!" she exclaims. "Do it again! *Please?*" she whines.

"In a sec', sweetheart," he says, finally turning in your direction.

"I don't know you," he says, frowning. "The fuck do you want?"
"I'd like a lane." you tell him. "Down alley next to Ten Pin if you've got one."

Gutter's gaze loosens a bit and he raises an eyebrow at you."Ten Pin, huh?" he eyes you up and down, frowning a little once more. "You for real?" he asks.

You lean over the counter and regard Gutter closely, trying to appear intense.

"You just pay attention," you tell him. "Keep your ears peeled." you smile at Gutter and wink. For a moment he only stares at you and then he cracks a huge grin and slaps you on the shoulder.

"I like you, kid!" he exclaims loudly. Gutter gestures toward the brunette. She smiles at you politely, obviously uninterested. "This here's Sally," he says. She nods in your direction. "What's you name, son?" he asks.

"English," you tell him. "You can call me English."

"English, huh?" Gutter says, his frown returning. Gutter glances at Sally and she giggles once again.

"Well, you go ahead and see to your lane," he says, "*Mr.* English." Sally can't help but laugh loudly this time.

"Thank you," you tell him. Part of you really wanted to like Gutter but another part of you wanted to shove his stone face into the counter-top.

You take your score sheet and head down toward the end of the alley.

title: The Pro.(short fiction)

question: Summarize the narrator's relationship with Ten Pin.

answer: The narrator seems to be a fan of Ten Pin, and is hoping to play against him. The narrator is also a fan of Ten Pin's truck. The narrator is also a fan of Ten Pin's admirers. The narrator is hoping to play against Ten Pin, and is hoping to play against him.

critique: The narrator is not a fan of Ten Pin's truck.

critique: The narrator is not a fan of Ten Pin's admirers.

question: Summarize how the narrator feels about bowling.

answer: The narrator's most vivid emotion about bowling is doing very well and hoping their competitor is already well warmed up. Obviously, the narrator is in competition with Ten Pin, and wants to beat him because he's very talented at bowling. Being able to compete breaks down the geekiness of bowling into a much more practical understanding, which is playing a system in which humans have perfecting on an opportunity to win half the time- in this case at Gutter Ball, you win as much as you participate with a good attitude and spirit.

text: The last sentence is long and cumbersome and doesn't make much sense

question: Summarize the narrator's relationship with Gutter Ball.

answer: Gutter Ball is the owner of Gutter Ball's, a bowling alley. He is a rude man who doesn't like the narrator. He's also a bit of a bully. The narrator doesn't like Gutter Ball either.

critique: The relationship between the narrator and Gutter Ball is not described in the story.

critique: The narrator doesn't like Gutter because he is a bully.

critique: The answer is not clear on what Gutter's relationship with the narrator is.

critique: The narrator doesn't like Gutter Ball, but he doesn't dislike him either.

text: The feelings between the narrator and Gutterball appear to be mixed. "Part of you really wanted to like Gutter but another part of you wanted to shove his stone face into the countertop."


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JAN WILLEM STORM VAN LEEUWEN (born 1941, Dutch East Indies)[1] is a consultant in chemistry and energy systems. Storm van Leeuwen received his Master of Science, physical chemistry, at the Technical University Eindhoven. He is a senior scientist at Ceedata Consultants. He also develops courses for chemistry teachers for the Open University at Heerlen. He is the secretary of the Dutch Association of the Club of Rome. His two fields of expertise are technology assessment and life cycle analyses of energy systems, focussed on sustainability aspects. He published numerous reports and articles on various topics related to energy and environment, also in peer-reviewed scientific journals.[2]

Nuclear energy study

He is best known for the paper _Nuclear power the energy balance_ that he wrote with Philip Smith (also named _Stormsmith studies_), where they analyzed the energy payback from the entire nuclear power system. The energy inputs were calculated based on various assumptions and guesses about the technologies used in uranium production, rather than actually measuring them. They concluded that the major parameter determining the energy balance was the grade of the uranium ore, and ore grades lower than 180 ppm do not yield an energy gain when used in the nuclear fuel cycle.[3]

The study was heavily criticized, such as a rebuttal by researchers from the Paul Scherrer Institute.[4] With further criticism from Sevior and Flitney who issued the following statement:[5][6]

  _We compared the predicted energy cost [using Storm van Leeuwen's study[7]] of Uranium mining and milling for Ranger, Olympic Dam and Rössing to the energy consumption as reported. All are significantly over predicted (5 PJ, 60 PJ and 69 PJ vs 0.8 PJ, 5 PJ and 1 PJ respectively). [...]_

  _The energy consumption is predicted to be so large that is comparable to the energy consumption of a particular sub-section of the economy. In the case of Rössing, the over prediction is larger than the energy consumption of the entire country of Namibia._

Storm van Leeuwen noted that :

  _The method of Sevior and Flitney based on financial data appears to me full of hidden assumptions, bookkeeping problems, statistical pitfalls and uncertainties._

The paper has been used by anti-nuclear organizations to claim that nuclear power is not clean enough to be considered a part of a clean energy mix.[8]

Other papers

Storm van Leeuwen also presented his previous work as part of another non-peer reviewed controversial paper “_Secure Energy? Civil Nuclear Power, Security and Global Warming_”,[9] published by a think tank, the Oxford Research Group, an institute unaffiliated with Oxford university, in which it argues nuclear power is not a long-term reducer of greenhouse gas emissions.[10]

His original results has been used in a study[11] -'' Life cycle energy and greenhouse gas emissions of nuclear energy: A review. Energy Conversion and Management -'' with several modifications.

Storm van Leeuwen is recognized by Open Democracy as one of their notable authors.[12]

Personal life

Storm van Leeuwen lives in Chaam with his wife, the artist .

[1] Charles Barton, David Fleming and Jan Willem Storm van Leeuwen

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[4] http://gabe.web.psi.ch/pdfs/Critical%20note%20GHG%20PSI.pdf Dones, Roberto, 2007. Critical note on the estimation by storm van Leeuwen J.W. and Smith P. of the energy uses and corresponding CO2 emissions from the complete nuclear energy chain. Paul Scherrer Institute Policy Report, April |archive-url=https://web.archive.org/web/20111011225201/http://gabe.web.psi.ch/pdfs/Critical%20note%20GHG%20PSI.pdf |archive-date=10 Oct 2011 |url-status=dead

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title: Jan Willem Storm van Leeuwen

question: What does the text say about what Jan Willem Storm van Leeuwen is most known for?

answer: Storm van Leeuwen is best known for the paper "Nuclear power the energy balance" that he wrote with Philip Smith, where they analyzed the energy payback from the whole nuclear power system. They concluded that the major parameter determining the energy balance was the grade of uranium ore, and ore grades lower than 180 ppm do not yield an energy gain when used in the nuclear fuel cycle. The study was heavily criticized, with a rebuttal by the researchers from the Paul Scherrer Institute.

critique: The answer should mention the use of the paper by anti-nuclear organizations.

critique: The response could include the energy gain.

critique: The energy balance of uranium ore is not the only thing that Storm van Leeuwen is known for. The text also mentions his contributions to nuclear energy.


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I work as a junior executive at a large investment firm. It started off as an internship while still in university. That was all I needed. It was a foot in the door. I was goal oriented. I was motivated. I wouldn't allow myself to fail. I wasted little time moving up in the company. Before long I was promoted. Then promoted again and again. It didn't matter who or what I sacrificed to do so. It was the cost of doing business.

The value of my bank account and stock portfolio quickly approached the millions. I owned a large house in a gated community and a vacation villa in the Caribbean. I had a beautiful wife, whom I met in university and married soon after. We had a seven year old son that attended one of the most prestigious private schools on the eastern seaboard. Though my involvement with his education was limited. I paid the tuition. That's where it stopped. I knew to succeed in the corporate environment I needed to maintain a strict focus. There was little time for such events as school plays or movie nights at home. Not at this point in my career. My son understood. My wife understood. It was to provide a better future. For them. For us. It was all for a reason. It would pay off in the end.

I was at the airport when my wife called to tell me the school had admitted Jeremy to the hospital with flu symptoms. It was precautionary. It was to ensure the other students wouldn't be exposed. That it was routine. Don’t worry, it was normal at this time of year, she said.

I was waiting to board a flight to Chicago to meet a client when she called. They were one of our biggest accounts and had raised some concerns about reports that were recently published. The numbers weren't where they expected. Or where we projected them to be. They had questions and expected answers. The firm didn't have the answers. I didn't have the answers. There were more important things to worry about than the status of my sons flu symptoms.

This was a meeting that could help advance my career. There were rumours that the Senior Vice President of my department was moving on to pursue other opportunities. I coveted that position. At age thirty four I would be the youngest senior executive within the company. To achieve this would be a dream come true. If I could appease the client in such a way that they were not only satisfied with the response, but to potentially increase their investment the job would be mine for the taking.

The meeting was scheduled to take place in three days. This afforded me the opportunity to formulate an appropriate response to the questions that were raised. During this time my wife informed me that the doctors wanted to keep our son for a couple days to run some tests. It was to rule out worst case scenarios. I shouldn't worry she said.

There was little time to worry. The client expected answers. I was focused on the meeting and how to keep them from losing faith. They were important to us. They were important to me. It was critical to have this go well. If one client loses faith others are sure to follow. That wasn't an option. We needed this to be a success. I wouldn't allow it to be a failure. Not for me. Not for the company.

The day before the meeting my wife called to update me that Jeremy's doctor was concerned about the results of one of the tests. He was being referred to a specialist to be further evaluated. She asked me to come home quickly. He was scared. He missed his father. He wanted me there with him. I told her to tell Jeremy I was thinking of him and that I loved him. That he would be fine. He takes after me.

The meeting was a resounding success. The client was not only satisfied with the answers I provided, but were excited about my vision for the future. The firm was ecstatic. I was ecstatic. I was told that when I returned we would discuss my future. They said there was a huge potential for growth and saw me as a big part of it.

By the time I returned I was met with several messages from my wife. The specialist was troubled by the results of the tests. There was an abnormality on one of the scans and they wanted to explore it further. Jeremy was scheduled to have an exploratory surgery later that day to help decide what the next step should be. I called to tell her I would be there as soon as possible, but I had to stop by the office first.

I was in the board room when the call came in from my wife. I ignored it. I was sitting across the table from the top executives of the firm. These were men I respected. Men I wished to emulate. Men I sought to become. We were discussing my future goals and plans. Where I saw myself in five years. A decade. Several more. Despite her repeated calls, it wasn't the time or place to answer the phone. This was important.

When the meeting concluded my wife had left one message.

“Tim….” She was crying, “........Pl...Please call me...”

I think about the moments I missed. The moments I sacrificed. The birthdays. The first days at school and the recitals I wouldn't make time for. I think of the moments where he was happiest. Where he was smiling. Laughing. Carefree. I think about how scared he must have been. The complications that arose. That there was nothing the surgeon could do.

I think about the fact I wasn't there when he needed me most. I was in a meeting. A meeting I deemed too important to postpone. A meeting that informed me I wasn't to be considered for the senior VP position. They were looking to hire a person with more experience. They told me they appreciated all the hard work I put in because without that they wouldn't be where they are today. Keep doing what I’m doing, they said, and my future is limitless.

I think about the moments I missed with the delusion it was all for him. That was, after all, why I did all this. To give him everything. To provide for him. To give him a better future. I'm left to think I had more important things to worry about than the status of my sons flu symptoms.

title: [RF] My sons flu symptoms

question: What does the story say about the narrator's mistakes in life?

answer: The narrator has made countless mistakes in his life. He was always on a goal to become successful and wealthy and seem to have invested too much resources in his career. The first and biggest mistake was when his son, Jeremy was admitted in the hospital because of flu symptoms. Instead of accompanying his son, the narrator was waiting to board a flight to Chicago to meet a client who was one of their biggest accounts and the meeting was extremely important to the company and him. It was his son who had the flu symptoms that were rather were in the midst of failing and it would appear that Jeremy's immune system wasn't strong enough to fight off the flu. Another grave mistake the narrator made was when his wife called him to report that they had located something abnormal as a result of her son's scans, and instead of taking a break from the meeting to call her back, he simply ignored it. This could be particularly heartbreaking to his wife at this point since it would appear that she was almost sure he was already brain - dead. When the narrator got home, the only message that came was from his wife in tears, and it was all the husband could do to apologize and regret his mistakes.

critique: It's missing some key details, especially relating to the meeting.

critique: It is not stated that Jeremy was brain-dead.

critique: The narrator's wife was not the one who called him to report the abnormalities in Jeremy's scans.

critique: The response contains some inaccurate information.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The narrator is not described as having invested too much in his career.

critique: The response is not related to the question.

critique: There is no evidence that there was something "abnormal" on Jeremy's scans.

critique: The narrator's wife is not in tears when she calls him.

critique: This is a complete misrepresentation of the story

critique: The response inaccurately states that the narrator has made countless mistakes in his life.

critique: This isn't a mistake, it's a misconception.

question: What does the story say about C-level executives with families?

answer: Doesn't mention them in this version of the story.

critique: Descriptions of the story imply that there are other C-level executives with families.

critique: There is a mention of the narrator's wife and son.

critique: The answer should mention that it's implied that C-level executives with families are neglectful of their families.

critique: The story does mention C-level executives with families.

critique: The question is not answered correctly. The story mentions that the narrator is a C-level executive with a family.

critique: The answer is wrong. The C-level executives are the other men around Tim. They are led by someone above them, who wants to take Tim's position.

critique: The story is about a C-level executive, so this response is inaccurate.

critique: The answer is wrong. The story does mention C-level executives with families.

critique: The story mentions that the narrator is a C-level executive with a family.

critique: The answer is inaccurate. The story mentions them.

critique: "The C-level execs with families is an inaccurate statement and must be omitted"

critique: A missing word: "This version of the story"

question: Summarize the progression of the narrator's son's health through the story.

answer: It was a precautionary measure for the school to keep Jeremy in the hospital. He was then referred to the specialist since his redo did not come back at all. The nurse wanted to do further testing, which was the exploratory surgery, which ultimately killed the boy.

critique: "The exploratory surgery, which ultimately killed the boy" is incorrect and lacks the perspective of the narrator. It should be replaced with his thoughts of the eventual outcome.

critique: The second sentence is incorrect. It was the doctor and not the nurse who referred Jeremy to the specialist.

critique: The narrator's son is not referred to the specialist. He is referred to a specialist.

critique: The narrator's son was not killed during the exploratory surgery.

critique: "The nurse wanted to do further testing, which was the exploratory surgery" this is inaccurate and should be removed.

critique: The narrator's son did not die from the exploratory surgery

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

critique: The nurse did not want to perform the surgery.

critique: It was not the nurse who pushed for further testing; It was the doctors who asked for these tests.

critique: The narrator's son is not referred to a specialist. He is referred to a specialist.

text: There is no evidence in the passage that suggests the boy was killed because of the exploratory surgery.

refinement: It was a precautionary measure for the school to keep Jeremy in the hospital. He was then referred to the specialist since his redo did not come back at all. The nurse wanted to do further testing, which was the exploratory surgery, which ultimately killed the boy.


text:
Accustomed to working together with booksellers on distribution, Dutch publishers, says one veteran observer, may be particularly suited to collaborative efforts in ‘renewing the book.’

[Members of the winning startup team (Bookerang.com) and other participants in The Netherlands' first Renew the Book program. Image: RenewTheBook.com]

Members of the winning startup team (Bookerang.com) and other participants in The Netherlands’ first Renew the Book program. Image: RenewTheBook.com

_In our series with specialists (analysts, visionaries, and players) who will speak to issues in the seven pivotal publishing markets of Frankfurt Book Fair’s conference, we hear now from Wiet de Bruijn of The Netherlands. Publishing Perspectives last spoke with him in July on the topic of industry innovation. He’ll be speaking in the role of visionary at The Markets: Global Publishing Summit on October 18. We’re pleased to have this interview, which originally appeared in Buchreport.de. — Porter Anderson_

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Resilience and Growth

[300 Publishing_Perspectives_300x250px_EN_RZ lined]Known as a versatile serial entrepreneur, Wiet de Bruijn is CEO of VBK Publishers Group, the largest trade book publisher in The Netherlands. He’s also Chairman of the Dutch Publishers Association (GAU), and holds a masters’ degree in public administration from Harvard.

Three Points of Interest

1. In 2015, the Dutch book market was the fastest-growing in Europe. “The Dutch market,” says de Bruijn, “saw a 3.5-percent jump in sales. And only Sweden’s people were rated as reading more per capita than The Netherlands’ readers.

“Surveys show that 86 percent of the Dutch read at least one book last year, while 90 percent of Swedes reported reading at least one book in the same timeframe. On average, 68 percent of Europeans overall are cited reading at least one book annually.”

[Wiet de Bruijn]

Wiet de Bruijn

2. Dutch publishers and bookshops work together on distribution. “The modern organization of our distribution of books—both print and ebooks—by The Central Bookhouse, or ‘CB,’ is managed,” de Bruijn says, “through a logistical center created and owned by the publishers and booksellers. Ninety-five percent of our ebooks are distributed by the CB.”

3. The flexibility of the Dutch industry. “There’s great resilience in the Dutch industry,” de Bruijn says, “in overcoming challenges including the financial crisis, changes in customer behavior, and the progressive impact of the Internet.

“Our trade volume decreased by some 30 percent from 2008 to 2014, but the industry has proven agile enough to overcome these challenges, pursuing the highest standards through well-written literature. This can only happen thanks to the unmatched quality and talent of our authors and the people in the industry.”

Innovation and Piracy

WHAT COULD OTHER MARKETS LEARN FROM YOUR MARKET?

[RENEW THE BOOK LOGO LINED]WIET DE BRUIJN: The Dutch market has been focusing on innovation over the last years.

Because of the decline of the Dutch market, publishers had to be creative and innovative. A variety of initiatives were started. The Dutch Publishing Association, for instance, launched Renew the Book, a competition in which startups in the book industry from all over the world could participate. Five teams were selected last year for an accelerator program in Amsterdam.

Other examples of innovation here include a publishing house and university working on computer assists for authors and a couple of online book clubs and subscription services, along with an online data center for publishers and booksellers.

WHERE, IN YOUR OPINION, ARE THE WEAK POINTS OF YOUR MARKET?

WDB: A weak point of the Dutch publishing market is piracy. The Netherlands has one of the highest levels of piracy in the world. One way of combatting it might include Bitcoin technology, as well as making it easier, not harder, for readers to access ebooks legitimately.

HOW, IN YOUR OPINION, WILL THE DIGITAL MARKET IN YOUR COUNTRY DEVELOP?

[300 VBK LOGO LINED]WDB: Digital will certainly continue to impact the traditional market, and is becoming a more serious element in our industry. For generations growing up as digital natives, this is increasingly significant, and not only in terms of distribution channels for ebooks and audiobooks, but also in the way books are written and stories are told.

We’re now starting research into the reading trends of millennials. What can we learn from them? What is the effect of their approach on reading?

HOW COULD RELATIONS BETWEEN PUBLISHING COMPANIES BE IMPROVED?

WDB: In these days of rapid changes and challenges, publishing companies need to pool their knowledge and strengths. Publishing houses in The Netherlands often don’t have the means to invest substantially in innovation or in new technology or business models.

So the key to survival is this growing collaborative economy. Publishing houses should try to be more trusting of each other. After all, we’re all facing the same challenges. The Dutch Royal Association of the Book Industry (KVB) is coordinating this the data center we’ve launched and will create best-practice guidance on innovation.

At the European level,  publishers can work together, too. Let’s organize a European conference in which we share our innovations and lessons learned: what worked well and what didn’t?

WHICH FOREIGN BOOK MARKET INTERESTS YOU, PERSONALLY?

[300 DUTCH PUBLISHERS ASSOCIATION LOGO LINED]WDB: The German market interests me a lot, not only professionally but also  because my mother was German. We’re working together more closely with German publishers because Flanders and the Netherlands are Guest of Honor at Frankfurt, which is a good start. There are many German authors of interest to Dutch readers and vice-versa.

WHICH AUTHOR FROM YOUR COUNTRY WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HAVE MORE INTERNATIONAL SUCCESS?

WDB: There are many Dutch authors ready to go international. The Internet makes that a lot easier.  Besides well-known authors, we have great young authors who write for an international audience, including Nina Weijers, Ellen Deckwitz, and Hannah Bervoets.

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_This interview originally appeared in Buchreport.de_

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_In addition to our Markets white paper, you can read our series of interviews and information relation to The Markets: Global Publishing Summit (18 October 2016) from Publishing Perspectives and the Frankfurt Book Fair._
_[The Markets logo]_

_This year’s program will showcase the following seven markets:_

1.  _Brazil_
2.  _Flanders & The Netherlands (2016 Frankfurt Book Fair Guest of Honour)_
3.  _Philippines_
4.  _Poland_
5.  _Spain_
6.  _United Arab Emirates_
7.  _United Kingdom_

_The Markets’ programming highlights each of these seven publishing territories from three perspectives: analysis, vision, and industry players. The day is devised to provide attendees not only with information and insights into the most important features of each industry market, but also with extensive networking opportunities during the event._

Guest Contributor

Guest contributors to _Publishing Perspectives_ have diverse backgrounds in publishing, media and technology. They live across the globe and bring unique, first-hand experience to their writing.

question: Of the given concerns, problems, and solutions, which is the most difficult problem to solve?

answer: Piracy is hard to combat.

critique: The answer should be more specific about the difficulty of piracy.

critique: The article does not say which problem is the most difficult to solve.


text:
WILLIAM ALPHONSUS “WEE WILLIE” CRILLEY (29 August 1901 – 16 September 1955) was a Scottish-American football forward who holds the record for the greatest number of goals scored by an Alloa Athletic player in a single season of the Scottish Football League. He had an itinerant career, spending most of it in the United States with a few seasons, or parts of seasons in Scotland.

Career

During his youth, Crilley played for Pale Ale, a local Glasgow amateur team. In 1920, he began the season with Cambuslang Rangers. During the season, he moved to Alloa Athletic of the Scottish Football League Second Division. In his first season with Alloa, he scored the game winners in Alloa's first and second round victories in the Scottish Cup. He also scored in the third round replay with Rangers F.C., a 4–1 loss for Alloa. Despite the loss in the Scottish Cup, Alloa won the 1921 Penman Trophy and Stirlingshire Cup. The next year, Crilley carried Alloa to the Second Division championship as he scored a record forty-nine goals, an amazing feat for a five-foot three center forward. Alloa transferred Crilley to Celtic at the end of the season, but he played only three first team games, scoring a single goal. Celtic sent him back to Alloa at the end of the season, but injuries hindered his playing time.[1]

He then left Scotland to sign with New York Field Club in the American Soccer League which had not yet finished its season. He played five games, scoring five goals. Crilley began the 1923–1924 season in New York, played two league games, one National Challenge Cup game before being transferred to the New York Giants. He played two games, scoring one goal, then returned to Scotland to rejoin Alloa.[2] According to the Alloa history, he was “transferred down south for £1,250” but it does not identify Crilley's new team. However, at some point he returned to the United States where he played eleven games of the 1924–1925 season with Indiana Flooring.

Crilley returned to the Giants for the 1925–1926 season, seeing his greatest number of games during any stint with a US team, twenty-eight. By this time, he was no longer a center forward and had become better known as a top winger and an excellent play maker. Crilley resumed his nomadic career during the 1926–1927 season, bouncing between three teams during the course of the season. He began with the Giants, played nine games for J&P Coats and finished with two games at Philadelphia Field Club. He then played for the New York Nationals in 1927–1928.[3] In the 1928–1929 season, he was with Brooklyn Hispano, New York Hungaria and the IRT Rangers of the Eastern Professional Soccer League.[4][5]

He apparently returned to Scotland intending to play for Alloa Athletic, but was deported from Scotland because he had become a US citizen.[6] Therefore, he was back into the ASL in the fall of 1930 with the Newark Americans and the New York Soccer Club. While he played only one league game with New York SC, he saw another five cup games in which he scored seven goals. He continued his itinerant ways in 1931, playing for both the Fall River F.C. and the Brooklyn Wanderers before joining the New York American in the fall of 1931. Crilley replicated his early career goal scoring heroics for these last two teams, scoring 14 goals in 7 games for Brooklyn and 9 goals in 10 games for the Americans.[7] In 1932, he attempted to rejoin Alloa Athletic, but was rebuffed.[8] In 1935, he played for Brooklyn Hispano in the second American Soccer League.

He returned to the United States and joined the US Army on 18 November 1942, serving in the Air Corps with Fifteenth Air Force during World War II.[9]

[1] Alloa Athletic History

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[4] The Year in American Soccer – 1929

[5] April 22, 1929 The Globe

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title: Willie Crilley

question: What makes William Alphonsus Crilley distinctive?

answer: He holds the record for the greatest number of goals scored by an Alloa Athletic player in one season (1921 Penman Trophy and Stirlingshire Cup).

critique: It is omitted that he was a Scottish-American football forward.

critique: The answer should mention that he also holds the record for the greatest number of goals scored by an Alloa Athletic player in a single season of the Scottish Football League.

critique: The answer should mention that he holds the record for the greatest number of goals scored by an Alloa Athletic player in a single season of the Scottish Football League.

critique: The answer should mention that he is also distinctive because he was a nomad.

critique: The answer does not mention that Crilley was a center forward, which is the reason for his record-breaking feat.

critique: Does not mention why he is significant in soccer.

question: Describe Crilley's early career.

answer: He played for Pale Ale, a local Glasgow amateur team. He then moved to Cambuslang Rangers. He then moved to Alloa Athletic of the Scottish Football League Second Division. He then moved to the New York Field Club in the American Soccer League.

critique: The answer should mention that he scored the game winners in Alloa's first and second round victories in the Scottish Cup.

text: The response gives information about the Crilley's career with the New York Field Club, which could be considered later in his career.

question: Where did Crilley go after playing in Scotland?

answer: Crilley went to the United States.

critique: The answer should mention that he went to the American Soccer League.

critique: It is omitted that he went to the American Soccer League.

critique: Does not mention the New York Field Club.

critique: The answer should mention the specific club he went to.