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During life people are called many things, some good, some bad. Within a short eight years I’ve been called; a student, worker, son, good listener, hero, savior, and many more. Since I was ten I’ve been talking people out of suicide online. During my eight years of helping people, I’ve helped many people, created an online organization, and learned many new things. This has forever and will constantly change my life.

Many people ask me, how did this happen? How does a ten year old get mixed up with people’s lives? It was three days after my tenth birthday, the smell of my moms homemade cake was still tangible in the air. I logged onto the computer and found a chat room. I came across a man inside the room. He was talking about ending his life because his wife was cheating on him and getting his kids. My heart was in my ears beating hard, my palms were clammy and wet like a river. I talked with him till late in the night past any ten year olds bed time. This man was set and ready to die, a mere child stopped him. Me.

A few months after helping the man, I met a girl my age who was rather interested in the “work” I did. She wanted to be part of the action. Lillie and I decided to work together helping people we would find in chat rooms. This continued for about a year. Lillie started to struggle with herself, the constant pressure of someone’s life in your hands at that young of an age takes a heavy toll upon the beholder. Lillie messaged me one night, “Dominic I have a problem” I asked her what it was and she stated, she wanted to die. She couldn’t take helping people anymore. I remember crying, panicking, wanting her to see it my way and not do what she was planning. It all ended so fast only three words remained “Lillie Signed Off.”

Three years have passed since Lillie’s death, I created an online organization, filled with teens helping people out of dark thoughts. I created this organization in memory of Lillie. DarkShadows. DarkShadows, was constructed of teens from around the world, looking for people with suicidal thoughts that wanted to help prevent suicide. One hundred and ninety-seven teens joined DarkShadows. Each night we would have meetings and we would talk with one another to see if everyone was ok. I learned that this “job” is to hard for one child to take on alone day in and day out, there needs to be an escape route. DarkShadows showed some amazing results, the teens in DarkShadows were able to talk to five hundred plus people out of suicide. With every construction there is a destruction.

I had a hard time destroying DarkShadows for I was proud of it. I closed down DarkShadows because the stress was enormous, two people were talking people into suicide, three people committed suicide from the pressure, and people started to not care. DarkShadows lasted three years and I was shocked that I could uphold it for so long, but I knew it had to go. I will never forget what I’ve learned from these past experiences.

I’ve learned, many things over the past few years. I’ve learned that even though the world seems to burn like a raging fireball, there are many people out there still that care for others. I’ve learned that it doesn’t take a hero to save someone, you don’t need a utility belt, powers, cape, gadgets, or a “cool” name to save someone. All you need is a heart, and the will power, and the determination. Everyone is a hero in a way, you’re a hero to your kid, give someone some change for the bus, do something that is not expected from you. You are a hero.

My life has changed drastically due to this “job”. I have become a better listener, I became mature, I met new people. I think back from when I was ten, I would have never imagined that helping that one guy would take me this far. I feel that due to this, I have a good understanding of people. I can “read” them easier. At times I have thought is it worth it? Is it worth spending hours upon hours helping someone that I don’t even know? When you help someone the end result of them being alive thanks to you is by far the best feeling you can think of. My life will never be the same due to this and for that I am grateful.

During my short life span I’ve been a lot of things and experienced even more things. Do these names and experiences define me? Or simply give a better understanding of me? By helping one man live through the loss of his wife and kids. I met a great friend that I hold dear in my heart. I became a leader, making tough decisions for a lot of people. I learned, people still care for one another in this world. This has ultimately affected, and effected my life forever and I will never forget it. To be a Hero, you don’t need a cape or a utility belt, just a heart.

title: To Be A Hero You Need A Heart

question: What does the text say about how to get help for depression?

answer: No answer

critique: The text doesn't say anything about how to get help for depression.

critique: There is an answer, it just needs to be written out.

question: What does the text say about being a hero?

answer: The narrator believes that anyone can be a hero. He says that you don't need a cape or a utility belt to save someone. All you need is a heart and the will power and determination. He says that everyone is a hero in a way.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator feels that helping people is heroic.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is talking specifically about being a hero to people who are considering suicide.

critique: The narrator is not the one who says that everyone is a hero.

question: What does the text say about DarkShadows?

answer: DarkShadows is an online organization created by Dominic three years after Lillie's death. It is filled with teens from around the world looking for people with suicidal thoughts that want to help prevent suicide. The teens in DarkShadows are able to talk to five hundred plus people out of suicide. DarkShadows lasted three years and Dominic closed it down because the stress was enormous. Two people were talking people into suicide, three people committed suicide from the pressure, and people started to not care.

critique: The answer should mention that Dominic created DarkShadows in memory of Lillie.

critique: The text does not mention how many people the teens in DarkShadows are able to talk to out of suicide.

critique: DarkShadows is not Dominic's organization.

critique: Dominic created DarkShadows three years after Lillie's death.

critique: DarkShadows' goal is to talk people out of suicide, not prevent it.

question: What does the text say about Dominic and Lillie?

answer: Dominic meets Lillie, and they quickly bond over helping people. First, they lure a man Dominic had talked out of suicide on his tenth birthday to kill himself again by their own hands. Heartbroken, Dominic and Lillie agree to shut down their companionship for good. Three years pass, and Lillie remains dead, but Dominic managed to salvage some of the support system that they've built by creating DarkShadows: a support channel for teens. Dominic managed to help many desperate and suicidal victims, but he has to shut it down after two of DarkShadows' members started urging people to end their own lives.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: Dominic and Lillie did not lure the man Dominic talked out of suicide on his tenth birthday to kill himself again by their own hands.

critique: Somewhat of an inaccurately worded answer.

critique: Dominic did not lure the man to kill himself again.


split: train

text:
A stroke of a brush to touch my face up. I have become someone I no longer recognize. As I speak to another potential mate, I'm painting a picture of their perfect partner. Obedient. Mindful. Domestic. I don't have to tell them about my looks. It was evident from the way they assaulted me with their eyes, disrespected me with their hands. It never is about the long run. Only the night.

I make my choice. A striking man with dark hair and gold flecks in his green eyes. He oozes sin. From the lies he promises me to the way he caresses my skin with his lips. No. There is no turning him down tonight. He invites me up into his bed and there is no way for me to resist.

While he steers his hands around my curves, I empty myself. I am not going to think about what drove me here. I am not going to dissect why this is the fourth bed I've climbed into this week. My feelings are shut off, and I turn into a sexual being. I am driven by his desires. Eager to give him what he wants.

Mr. Green Eyes does not disappoint. My appetite is fulfilled one, two, three, five times. He loses control only twice. He calls me out of my name, curses me. It makes him feel good. Controlling. He goes until he can no longer hold his eyes open. He slowly drifts into sleep. I find the bathroom and stare at my despicable self.

My brown hair matches my eyes, reminding me of chocolate. Just like the color of the counter. The color of the sheets of the last bed I slept in. The last one that actually belonged to me. Suddenly, my emotions are on. It all comes flooding back.

A misplaced hand, intentions that were more clear than the sky is blue. But this was all wrong. We are supposed to be in love. This wasn't love that reached out to me. Love wouldn't hit me, knocking me out. Love wouldn't chain me up and abuse me. Love would have freed me before any of this happened.

I am angry. I look to Mr. Green Eyes sleeping peacefully. Suddenly, I am less myself than I have ever been. I search for something, anything that I can use. I find a pen. I walk over to him, and stand over him with alien intentions. I am not in control.

He wakes up as I’m finishing the note and I dart out the door, making my way through the hotel. I find myself outside and I sit on the curb, uncaring of the disgusted glances that are shot my way. At least I know who I am.

Mr. Green Eyes joins me on the curb and I cannot look at his face. I’m ashamed. One night only. I knew the deal. He took my hand gently and I chance a look in his direction. Without alcohol, Mr. Green Eyes has a kindness and sincerity that rests in his eyes. He smiles. Maybe I should call him Mr. Teeth. They are perfect.

He tells me he meant every promise. I want to run away. Find somewhere warm to hide until he forgets about me. Because they all do. His eyes hold me there on that curb. With the gold flecks. His hair with it’s subtle movement.

I wanted to let my inhibitions die. I wanted to let him love me. I wanted him to show me how it was supposed to be and teach me to love back. But life is no fairy tale. I grab my phone number and rip it into tiny pieces. He pats me on the back and that’s when I realize I’m sobbing.

No. I will never know this man. He will never know me. I leave him there and find my way to another hotel. I sleep and eat and shower. I get dressed. I paint my lips with lipstick. I promise that tonight I will be less memorable and more fulfilling than the night before.

title: One Night Only

question: What does the story say about what led the narrator to become promiscuous?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator became promiscuous because she was abused and felt unloved.

critique: The answer should mention the abuse she suffered.

critique: The answer should mention the abuse the narrator suffered.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is abused.

question: Describe the narrator's lifestyle and how she feels about it.

answer: The narrator is a woman who is promiscuous and has a lot of one-night stands. She is ashamed of her lifestyle and feels that she is not in control of her life. She is also ashamed of her promiscuity.

critique: The narrator is not ashamed of her promiscuity.

critique: She is not ashamed of her promiscuity, she is ashamed of her one night stands.


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BURBANK CITY HALL is the site of the municipal government of Burbank, California, and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.[1]

Designed by architects William Allen and W. George Lutzi in the Moderne or Art Deco style, ground was broken in February 1941 and construction was completed in 1943.[2] The structure was partially funded by the Federal Works Agency, Works Progress Administration (WPA). It was completed at a total cost of $409,000.

Burbank City Councilman Ted McConkey told the Los Angeles _Daily News_ in 1996: “Anyone walking into City Hall would recognize that it's something unique. It's special because of the period in which it was built, because of the way it's been maintained and because of all the murals at City Hall. We get an inordinate number of requests to use City Hall from film companies.”[3] When it was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1996, it became the second listed building in Burbank — the first being Burbank's main post office.

The structure's 77-foot tower serves as the main lobby and features art deco detailing and more than 20 types of marble, which can be found in the city seal on the floor, the trim, walls and in the treads and risers of the grand stairway.[4] Its artistic features include several works: cast medallions, one bas-relief sculpture by Bartolo Mako titled 'A Tribute to Craftsmen" along Third Street, two bas-relief sculpture panels on the front facade of an unknown artist and a framed painting titled "Justice, also by Mako, for hanging in the City Attorney's office.

Burbank City Hall's most notable artistic features are the large murals painted by muralist Hugo Ballin. Ballin also painted the murals at the Griffith Observatory and Wilshire Boulevard Temple. There are two major Ballin murals at the Burbank City Hall: “The Four Freedoms” in the Council Chamber and “Burbank Industry” in the rotunda. In 2001, the building underwent a renovation project that included restoration of the Ballin murals.

The Council Chamber located on the second floor is noted for its teakwood-panelled walls and Ballin's “Four Freedoms” mural. The mural was inspired by Franklin Roosevelt's 1941 “Four Freedoms” speech and is considered one of Ballin's finest works. The chamber has built-in rails and tables. In 1978, the original carved wooden pews were replaced by padded theater-style seating, and the checkered floor was carpeted. During the 2001 renovation, the ceiling was returned to its original height revealing the top of the Four Freedoms mural that had been obscured for decades.

The “Burbank Industry” in the rotunda features Burbank-built airplanes, the motion picture industry, agriculture, and a power plant. In 1964, the bottom portion of the Burbank Industry mural was removed to make room for a bridge to an adjacent municipal building. After being stored for 37 years rolled in a plastic sheet at various times under a street bridge at the city's yards, in a bedroom on Amherst Drive, and at the Burbank Historical Society's Gordon Howard Museum, the 1964 building (and the bridge to it) were demolished and the lower section returned to its place and reattached by art conservators. The unveiling ceremony for all the restored art took place on September 10, 2001.

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title: Burbank City Hall

question: What kinds of improvements that can be done to the Burbank City Hall?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should be "That information can't be found."

critique: The answer should mention that the question is not answered in the text.

critique: The answer should mention the restoration of the Ballin murals.

critique: The answer should be that no improvements were mentioned in the text.


text:
The writing is a bit choppy due to the vocab I had to incorporate, but here it is. Sort for the lack of paragraphs.

       I slowly strolled into the restaurant, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. I kept my head down, as if some sort of wandering eye might notice my appearance. And there the man was, sitting in the corner booth. He had a nebulous feel about him, as if I wasn't even sure if he was really even sitting there in front of me. But it was all real, almost, just almost too real. All of his emotions just seemed to barren, as if any sort of expression was some elusive happening. His face was desolate, so void of any uniqueness an overwhelming neutrality washed over me. His posture, formidable, his manners laudable, his movements so conscientious and exact, yet his face so bland. It was almost disturbing. It was like staring into an infinite loop of television static, a bland mesmerization permeating every ounce of my body. Even though his stark aura would have seemed to hypnotize every living entity in a mile range, his presence was hardly noticeable. I sat down in front of him, ever so gingerly, as if I had made a wrong move he would viciously pounce or I would elicit a din and alert everyone of my being there.  To my surprise he gave me a cordial welcome "Good afternoon, how are you today?" He said in a cool, subtle, and ceaseless tone. "Fine, fine." I replied. He could sense my nervousness and lapse of repose. I suppose I had never encountered such a enigma before. He was rather empathetic, and did his best to keep me calm. I placed the envelope from my jacket in his hands, and he carefully tucked it away into his pocket. After which, he placed his hands on the table, palms to the ceiling, in a very deft and exact manner. He spoke in innuendo, as if he was trying to avoid confessin. He preferred implication rather than a cold matter-of-factness. I suppose that's what I needed at the time, any statement which held a lick of reality would have sent me into panic. The gravity of the matter was just too much to handle. I quickly tried to calm myself, seeming serene yet not apathetic. I didn't want him to think any less of me, even though it would be the last time we meet. He then opened his mouth, speaking slow and cool, making sure I understood the message he was trying to convey. "I am willing to help you, in fact I am glad to help. And I don't mean to impose or offend you, however you have peaked my curiosity and I can't help to ask why? Don't feel obliged to answer, I just raise the question because I have never done such a job before." He didn't seem very vehement about knowing, but I supposed I owed it to him. I opened my pursed lips to speak, and my chest fluctuated due to my massive amounts of bottled emotions. "It's not really one thing I suppose. I just want to subdue that routed feeling. I usually happy, even extatic, it's just that I feel a serf to all the things around me. There is no moksha from this endless cycle, just a perturbing repiditiveness. I know it seems ilocgical, probably even erroneous to you, it's just..." "It's alright." He interjected abruptly, yet neccisarily. "I understand, I've felt that way an innumerable amount of times, I just guess you could say I'm an optimist." I was dumbfounded, I would have never expected he was cappaible of such warmth. I gave him the closest thing to a smile I could manage and said "I'm ready" I said in an almost languid tone. He slowly reached under the table and into his coat pocket. He looked me in the eyes, and I reciprocated, and I nodded reassuring him. A loud "BANG" erupted from the booth. My body slumped over,my face hit the booths soft leather padding, and blood slowly trickled forth.  He stood up, and calmly walked away, disappearing into the night. Anon, all of the patrons of the restraunt had quite an incredulous look on their face. They didn't know quite what was going on, nor will they ever.

title: A short story I wrote in my Sophomore year for a vocab assinment.

question: What does the excerpt say about the man in the booth?

answer: The man in the booth is a hitman. He is described as having a bland, neutral expression, and his movements are meticulous. He seems to be empathetic, and he is willing to help the narrator. He is also a professional, as he executes the job without any hesitation.

critique: The man in the booth is not a hitman. He is a professional assassin.


text:
I miss milk and butter. From the cows. Floodin' got 'em as well. Ain't had nothing but cold beans for brekky in years. The whole city's full o' the stuff if you can dive for it. Can't remember the smell o' bacon n' eggs. The chickens n' the pigs are gone too. I used to throw an omelette together for the family. Eggs, bacon, milk. Butter the pan. Low heat 'till its browned by the pan n' gooey once you bite. Smell o' butter heatin' up in the mornings, warm dry day, can remember that. Would kill to have just one plate o' it, 'cept there ain't nobody to kill.

Still plenty o' clothes around. In the stores. Don't wear nothin' but for me jeans though. Never saw clothes like this in ol' times but for on the farms. The kind that's been bled on, covered in fat, soaked n' hung to dry like nothin' else. Couple o' years in they'd started crackin' like a leather belt. Now you couldn't get a knife through 'em. Can get a new shirt every mornin' but I been wearin' the same damn pair o' jeans since the start. All I got from ol' times since Ozzy left. Been years since he passed. Still keepin' track o' the dates 'cause o' him. Don't know what took 'im in the end of it. Malnutrition, weight loss, flu. I'm no doc. Poor bugger just got too old for a drowned city.

For a while after the floodin', people didn't realise they'd need water in a city full o' it. Not one o' us thought the water would turn poisoned. Don't know what did it. Could be all the dead soiled it. Could be the waste of the city under it. Could be what was it that made it rise in the first place. Could be somethin' none of us know 'bout. Nobody to find out. We just knew if you got it in your mouth, you hadn't a hope left.
Me n' the other smart ones scrabbled for water what wasn't deadly n' food you could keep. Bottles, cans, anything sealed in. Soon the city was noisy. Death is loud. Screams for help n' prayers to whatever God the folks kept. Me, I ain't got no faith keepin' me goin. Faith doesn't stitch me wounds, keep me wetsuit together or point the shots from me rifle. Faith didn't do much good for the others anyways. Could be there's some fella 'cross the world been keepin' alive with prayers, gettin' some bloke upstairs to send him food, drink n' medicine. Maybe if I heard from that fella I'd pray.

When the last o' 'em shut their eyes, city went quiet for 'bout a year. Soon enough some bushes n' tough trees started growin' on top o' the buildings n' birds moved in again. Started gettin' woke by the chirps like in ol' times. Also gave Ozzy n' I some meat, if we could get the loud bastards. Soon enough the birds got 'emselves poisoned by the waters, too.
Years later there's still ol' dead floatin' to the top, unhinged by some rotten wood or some pane o' glass crackin' under a fallin' building in the deep. Smells of decay, just the birds ain't smart enough to keep from drinkin'. There weren't silence though, even then. There were the bugs, feastin' on all the drowned n' killed they could get their mouths around. They're quieter now. Since Ozzy died I don't hear nothin' but the waves n' me own voice.

Hard to describe a city underwater. Forgot the familiar lanes n' started orientin' myself with the skyscrapers pokin' out the top. It ain't quiet underneath either. There's always somethin' fallin' apart when there's that much work bein' broken down by the wet. Distant crashes what echo for kilometers in the deep, you weren't ever sure if it was the buildin' you were divin' in what was collapsin'. Got caught out once. Thought I was goin' to get flat under a whole shoppin' center. Thought of Ozzy, that I hadn't said goodbye. Lucky I made it out. Dive less now.
Been talkin' to meself lots. Want to have last words to remember when I go out. Hell, they could be the last words anyone says ever. I don't know if I'm the last n' I don't much care. No way to reach 'cross the sea. Figured I'd only find more water. Stuff doesn't just rise in one place. Maybe some could be 'round still if it wasn't poisoned the planet over. Already come to accept the whole world drowned with us.
When I think, I talk. Turns out I just think about death. Used to think o' life. What to eat, where to dive, how to keep Ozzy going. Since he head out I don't much think of that stuff. Wondered if I should finish it myself. Nothin' to jump off. Could drink the water. Thought it would be a shame though. What if the last man alive took his own? Figured it wasn't far, I'd let me life run its course. Caught a reflection o' my face the other day. Its lined, worn. Been sixty years since the flood. Livin's hard.

Miss Ozzy. It kept me goin', havin' an ol' mate to care for.
Miss the way he would look at me, thankin' me when I brought food I'd farmed or birds I'd shot. He needed the help, poor fella.
Miss the way he walked. Knew he was tough from his walk. Had a bad leg but never slowed up. Didn't feel the pain like most, or he did n' he ignored it.
Miss the way he purred when I pet him.

If I am the last, I reckon I did us a fair job. I've been tough. Lived up until my body was weak n' lived some more. Took me losin' the world to realise what I missed. Meat. Land. Family. Ozzy.
Happy we didn't tear ourselves apart like they always said we would. 'Bout all I can be glad for. I've lay here in the sun to die.
Guess that's something I could smile for. Many breathed their last as screams. I've got the song of the tide and the heat o' the sun. Realised Ozzy had the same. Could be this ain't too bad a way men to head out. Been fightin' since we came to this place. Decided not to say anythin'. I ended the world in peace.

title: The Last

question: What does the story say about the consequences of the flood?

answer: The flood happened because the city was full of waste and dead bodies, and it was probably caused by some kind of disease. The water turned poisonous and killed all the people who drank it. The city was noisy with screams and prayers to whatever God the folks kept. The narrator and the other smart ones scrabbled for water what wasn't deadly and food you could keep. The city was underwater, and the narrator had to orient himself with the skyscrapers poking out of the water. The city was noisy underwater, and there was always something falling apart. The narrator and Ozzy survived for 60 years and were the last two people alive. The narrator was the last man alive and decided to let his life run its course.

critique: The answer is a summary of the story, not the consequences of the flood.

critique: The narrator and Ozzy were not the last two people alive.

critique: The answer should mention the birds and bugs.

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

critique: The narrator and Ozzy are not the last two people alive.

critique: The narrator talks mostly about himself and Ozzy. Ozzy was the one with the bad leg, who never slowed down. Ozzy was the one who permed while the narrator scratched. Ozzy purred when the narrator pet him. The narrator might have trouble saying his own name let alone Ozzy's.

question: What does the story say about how many people used to live in the flooded city?

answer: No answer

critique: The passage does not say anything about how many people used to live in the city.

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator mentions that the city is full of people but they are all dead.

critique: The story mentions that there used to be plenty of people since it was a city rather than a small town.

critique: The response misses to answer the question.


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DENNIS ALEXIO VS. BRANKO CIKATIĆ was a heavyweight kickboxing bout that took place at the Thomas & Mack Center in Las Vegas, Nevada, US, on March 16, 1992, which ended in a controversial technical draw.

Background

Dennis Alexio was the golden boy of American kickboxing, having lost only one bout in his career (a controversial decision to Don "The Dragon" Wilson at light heavyweight in 1984) and co-starred in the film _Kickboxer_ with Jean-Claude Van Damme.[1] The undisputed World Heavyweight Kickboxing Champion, he held titles for all the major kickboxing associations such as PKA, IKF, ISKA, KICK and WKA.

Branko Cikatić, meanwhile, had spent the majority of his career fighting in Muay Thai matches as a cruiserweight throughout Europe. After a storied amateur career, he became the European Muay Thai Champion in 1985 before going on to take the world title two years later. In 1989, he won the WKA Cruiserweight Kickboxing Championship and then the IKBF Cruiserweight Kickboxing Championship the following year.[2]

The fight

Alexio faced Cikatić on March 16, 1992, at the Thomas & Mack Center in Las Vegas, US, live on pay-per-view as part of the World Martial Arts Challenge event. The only title on the line was the inaugural WMAC Heavyweight Championship. 14,000 spectators were in attendance at the venue.[3]

The rules of the bout were disputed between both fighters right up to the day of the fight. Alexio, who had competed exclusively under American kickboxing rules, wanted both fighters to wear foot pads and low kicks to be illegal. Cikatić, a Muay Thai fighter, wanted low kicks as well as the Thai clinch to be allowed. In the end, low kicks were allowed and Alexio wore foot pads, and knees and the clinch were banned. The duration of the fight was set at eight, three-minute rounds.[4]

The first two rounds were close, with Alexio utilising better boxing skills but Cikatić using his powerful low kicks to his advantage. Cikatić was docked a point in the second round for kneeing Alexio in the clinch. The fight then ended in confusion in the third round when a stoppage was called as Alexio's right foot pad came off. Referee Pat Burleson decided to continue the fight without retrieving the foot pad as it had fallen out of the ring. However, before the fight was restarted Alexio hit Cikatić with two left hooks and then kicked at him but missed as he fell to the canvas.

The fight was stopped there and, as it had gone less than half of the set eight rounds, was ruled a technical draw.

Aftermath

The fight was considered to be a disappointment due to the nature that it ended in. The rules and the referee, Pat Burleson, were also criticized.[5] Cikatić claimed the decision to rule the fight a draw was biased as he was the foreign fighter, stating that due to the nature of the stoppage, Alexio should have lost via disqualification. As the WMAC Heavyweight title was won by neither man, Dennis Alexio was set to face Maurice Smith, who had defeated Steven Kruwell that night in a contender match, for it. Despite talks, Smith and Alexio would never meet in the ring.

In his next bout, Alexio faced Stan Longinidis under a similar rule-set in Australia and had his leg broken by a low kick from Longinidis. Although he recovered and went on to fight many more times afterwards, the loss virtually removed Alexio from contention as the world's best heavyweight kickboxer. Branko Cikatić, on the other hand, went on to win the first K-1 World Grand Prix in December 1993. By defeating Changpuek Kiatsongrit, Masaaki Satake and Ernesto Hoost in the same night, he went down in history as one of the sport's greatest fighters.

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[2] Pay-Per-View Card Features Alexio, Long

[3] World Martial Arts Challenge does kickboxing no favours

[4] Ringside at the WMAC by Bill Wallace

[5] Puzzled by Alexio-Cikatic bout

title: Dennis Alexio vs. Branko Cikatić

question: What does the article say about street brawls?

answer: No answer

critique: There is no evidence that suggests street brawls can be found in the article.

question: Explain Alexio's stance on the debated rules of the fight with Branko Cikatić.

answer: Alexio wanted both fighters to wear foot pads and low kicks to be illegal. Cikatić, a Muay Thai fighter, wanted low kicks as well as the Thai clinch to be allowed. In the end, low kicks were allowed and Alexio wore foot pads, and knees and the clinch were banned.

critique: The answer should mention that Alexio was the one who wanted low kicks to be allowed.

question: Summarize Alexio's fights in the article.

answer: Alexio's first fight was against Don "The Dragon" Wilson in 1984. He lost that fight, but he went on to win the World Heavyweight Kickboxing Championship. He also co-starred in the film Kickboxer with Jean-Claude Van Damme. Alexio's next fight was against Stan Longinidis in Australia. Longinidis broke Alexio's leg with a low kick, and Alexio never fought again at the top level.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Alexio's first fight was against Don "The Dragon" Wilson, however it was against Branko Cikatic.

critique: The part about Alexio's first fight is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer omits that Alexio's fight against Cikatic was a draw.

critique: The answer should mention the fight with Cikatic.

critique: This is not a fight, but a summary of Alexio's life.

critique: This is not a fight, but a description of his career.

text: "Alexio's first fight was against Don "The Dragon" Wilson in 1984. He lost that fight, but he went on to win the World Heavyweight Kickboxing Championship. He also co-starred in the film Kickboxer with Jean-Claude Van Damme." - this is inaccurate. It was never mentioned that Alexio's fight with Wilson was his first fight. Co-starring in a movie (Kickboxer) is not fighting.

category: accuracy

question: Summarize Alexio's career.

answer: Alexio had only lost one bout in his career. He was the golden boy of American kickboxing. He co-starred in the film Kickboxer with Jean-Claude Van Damme. He held titles for all major kickboxing associations including PKA, IKF, ISKA, KICK, and WKA.

critique: The answer should mention that Alexio's loss was controversial.

critique: The answer could mention his loss to Don "The Dragon" Wilson.

critique: The answer omits that Alexio was the undisputed World Heavyweight Kickboxing Champion.

critique: The answer should mention that Alexio was the undisputed World Heavyweight Kickboxing Champion.

critique: Doesn't mention his loss to Don "The Dragon" Wilson.

critique: Doesn't mention Alexio fighting Stan Longinidis.


text:
    During life people are called many things, some good, some bad. Within a short eight years I’ve been called; a student, worker, son, good listener, hero, savior, and many more. Since I was ten I’ve been talking people out of suicide online. During my eight years of helping people, I’ve helped many people, created an online organization, and learned many new things. This has forever and will constantly change my life.

    Many people ask me, how did this happen? How does a ten year old get mixed up with people’s lives? It was three days after my tenth birthday, the smell of my moms homemade cake was still tangible in the air. I logged onto the computer and found a chat room. I came across a man inside the room. He was talking about ending his life because his wife was cheating on him and getting his kids. My heart was in my ears beating hard, my palms were clammy and wet like a river. I talked with him till late in the night past any ten year olds bed time. This man was set and ready to die, a mere child stopped him. Me.

    A few months after helping the man, I met a girl my age who was rather interested in the “work” I did. She wanted to be part of the action. Lillie and I decided to work together helping people we would find in chat rooms. This continued for about a year. Lillie started to struggle with herself, the constant pressure of someone’s life in your hands at that young of an age takes a heavy toll upon the beholder. Lillie messaged me one night, “Dominic I have a problem” I asked her what it was and she stated, she wanted to die. She couldn’t take helping people anymore. I remember crying, panicking, wanting her to see it my way and not do what she was planning. It all ended so fast only three words remained “Lillie Signed Off.”

    Three years have passed since Lillie’s death, I created an online organization, filled with teens helping people out of dark thoughts. I created this organization in memory of Lillie. DarkShadows. DarkShadows, was constructed of teens from around the world, looking for people with suicidal thoughts that wanted to help prevent suicide. One hundred and ninety-seven teens joined DarkShadows. Each night we would have meetings and we would talk with one another to see if everyone was ok. I learned that this “job” is to hard for one child to take on alone day in and day out, there needs to be an escape route. DarkShadows showed some amazing results, the teens in DarkShadows were able to talk to five hundred plus people out of suicide. With every construction there is a destruction.

    I had a hard time destroying DarkShadows for I was proud of it. I closed down DarkShadows because the stress was enormous, two people were talking people into suicide, three people committed suicide from the pressure, and people started to not care. DarkShadows lasted three years and I was shocked that I could uphold it for so long, but I knew it had to go. I will never forget what I’ve learned from these past experiences.

    I’ve learned, many things over the past few years. I’ve learned that even though the world seems to burn like a raging fireball, there are many people out there still that care for others. I’ve learned that it doesn’t take a hero to save someone, you don’t need a utility belt, powers, cape, gadgets, or a “cool” name to save someone. All you need is a heart, and the will power, and the determination. Everyone is a hero in a way, you’re a hero to your kid, give someone some change for the bus, do something that is not expected from you. You are a hero.

    My life has changed drastically due to this “job”. I have become a better listener, I became mature, I met new people. I think back from when I was ten, I would have never imagined that helping that one guy would take me this far. I feel that due to this, I have a good understanding of people. I can “read” them easier. At times I have thought is it worth it? Is it worth spending hours upon hours helping someone that I don’t even know? When you help someone the end result of them being alive thanks to you is by far the best feeling you can think of. My life will never be the same due to this and for that I am grateful.

    During my short life span I’ve been a lot of things and experienced even more things. Do these names and experiences define me? Or simply give a better understanding of me? By helping one man live through the loss of his wife and kids. I met a great friend that I hold dear in my heart. I became a leader, making tough decisions for a lot of people. I learned, people still care for one another in this world. This has ultimately affected, and effected my life forever and I will never forget it. To be a Hero, you don’t need a cape or a utility belt, just a heart.

title: To Be A Hero You Need A Heart (True Story)

question: What would have happened if Lillie did not kill herself?

answer: Dominic owns and runs DarkShadows, a global organization that tries to help people in need as well as prevent suicide. If Lillie did not kill herself and was still part of his life, Dominic would have never created DarkShadows.

critique: The answer is a bit speculative. It is possible that Dominic would have started the group even if Lillie did not kill herself.

critique: "Dominic owns and runs DarkShadows, a global organization that tries to help people in need as well as prevent suicide. If Lillie did not kill herself and was still part of his life, Dominic would have never created DarkShadows." - this is incorrect. Dominic created DarkShadows because he was inspired by Lillie's death.

critique: Dominic created DarkShadows in memory of Lillie.

text: The first sentence is unnecessary if someone has read the text. The second sentence makes an educated guess but phrases that guess like a certainty. The end of the second sentence should say "Dominic might never have..."

category: coherence

refinement: Dominic owns and runs DarkShadows, a global organization that tries to help people in need as well as prevent suicide. If Lillie did not kill herself and was still part of his life, Dominic would have never created DarkShadows.


text:
        There was an elevator man who stood all day long, every day.
His feet did not hurt. He didn't know if he liked his job, or if he hated it. Either way, it didn't change things. The morning had been slower than usual. The motel he worked at was wedged between two abandoned apartment buildings. It was one of those skanky little places where the rooms were unkempt and cheap, and so usually in the morning he was taking people down instead of up. Mostly they were people that had come there drunk with a loving stranger. Most of them woke up in the morning not knowing where life had led them the previous night, and were as frantic as hell to get out of there. And so he met a lot of run-down people, in the morning. A lot of half-naked people. A lot of confused, hung-over, and ashamed people, and they told him to take it down. This morning was slow. He stood. The light was gentle and the air was cold. The lights flickered, always, to a set rhythm, and he had become accustomed to it. He had composed little melodies inside of its tempo in his sleep. It was sort of a one-two-three-one-two-three dance, but not exactly in time. Like slow dancing with a corpse. He was inside of his thoughts, dancing.
	There was a shifting mechanical noise and the doors slid open. He was currently on the 9th floor, as he had been for most of the morning. A man quickly walked inside and pressed, “lobby”. The button lit up. The elevator man looked slightly offended. “That’s my job.”,
“What?”
“That’s my job, sir.”
“Shut the hell up!”
The man looked frantically around the confined universe of the elevator, his eyes were sunken in, he wore a disheveled blueish dress shirt. It was un-tucked in most places. Unbuttoned. His tie hung undone around his neck.
They descended to the 4th floor and there was a sudden slight jolt of gravity, they stopped. “Oh Fucking Christ!..”
The doors did not open.
They stayed for a long time on the 4th floor.
“You sure this thing’s working, pal?”, the disheveled man stammered and spoke unevenly.
“I don’t know”, said the elevator man, “That’s not my job.”
They stayed for a longer time.

         The lights flickered in shaky time.
The elevator man was in his head again, waltzing clumsily with a beautiful manikin. A deceased but manipulatable elegance. He danced for a long time.
The disheveled man cussed and cussed. He took out a cigarette, lit a match.
“No smoking.”
The disheveled man paused, looked up, lit match in hand.
“Look.”, He said. “Friend.”
He threw his cigarette aimlessly and slammed himself against the unopened doors.
“God damn you! Fix this fucking thing! I can’t stay here I need to get out!”
He started to cry.
“It’s not my fucking fault, you know. She was always giving me signals. She was a whore! God damn whores! I just woke up and she’s dead. That’s right buddy you get the breaking news while it’s hot. Straight from the horses mouth, I don’t god damn care. They’re gonna take me to jail.”
He slammed his fists into the door.

           The elevator man stopped waltzing. He pressed “lobby” The elevator started again.
The man was uncontrollably sobbing, sinking to the floor.
“Take me to jail! Go ahead god damn everything and my stinking fucking luck! I’m going to hell.”
They reached the lobby.
The doors opened and the man did not get up.
A few seconds passed.
The elevator man kept the door from closing.
“Sir, we have arrived at the lobby floor.”, he said calm and bored.
“Go to hell! Call the god damn police!”
The disheveled man was rolling slowly on the floor.
“That’s not my job.”

title: Straight From The Horse's Mouth.

question: Why does the man in the elevator think that he will go to jail?

answer: This information can't be found.

critique: "This information can't be found." - is incorrect. The man is distraught and crying after realizing that he is responsible for the death of a woman he had slept with.

critique: The man is clearly inebriated and incoherent. He is ranting about a woman who is dead and he is blaming her for his predicament. He is also talking about going to jail.

critique: The man is talking about a woman who is dead in his room.

critique: The story implies that the man killed the woman he was with.

critique: The man is talking about a woman who is dead in his hotel room.

critique: It is implied that the man murdered someone, and is now panicking because he thinks he will be arrested.

critique: He mentions that he had killed a prostitute and it seems likely he believes the police will arrive to arrest him.

question: What type of people frequent the hotel where the elevator man works?

answer: People who are drunk and have had one-night stands.

critique: The answer should mention that the people are also usually ashamed and hungover.

critique: The answer should include that the hotel is low-end, as well as the type of people who stay there.

critique: People who have had one-night stands, and people who are drunk.

critique: The answer should mention the type of people the narrator meets.

critique: The answer could be phrased as a complete sentence.

critique: The answer should mention that the people are also usually ashamed and confused.

critique: The answer should give an example of this type of person.

question: How does the elevator man keep his mind occupied?

answer: He has composed melodies in his mind that he dances to.

critique: The answer fails to mention that the elevator man also thinks of a "beautiful manikin"

critique: The answer should mention that the melodies are in time with the flickering lights.

critique: He also takes notice of the "corpses", the people that get in the elevator each morning

critique: The answer should mention that the melodies are in sync with the elevator's flickering lights.

critique: The answer should mention that the melodies are in time with the elevator's flickering lights.

critique: It is omitted that the melodies are in sync with the lights flickering.

critique: The answer should mention that the melodies are in sync with the flickering lights.

critique: It is omitted that he dances to the tempo of the flickering lights.


text:
In 1993, Congress enacted a taxloophole for qualified small business stock, which has been dubbed the Section 1202 conversion."Thanks to recent tax changes, it may now help you save millions.

This rule, if executed correctly, could allow you to save up to 100 percent of your capital gains on the sale of your company.

As explained by Paul J. Valentine, a tax attorney at Jennings, Strouss and Salmon, PLC, the 1202 exclusion provides that if you contribute a qualified company to a C-corporation, and hold the company's stock for five years or more, then the greater of $10 million or 10 times the initial value are not subject to capital gains when you sell.

In layman's terms, this requires you to create a new C-corporation, and "contribute" the equity from your existing company to this new entity.

After waiting a minimum of five years, you can then take advantage of ridiculously advantageous tax shields, excluding up to 10 times the base value from tax. Instead of paying the long-term capital gains tax on the total value of your sale, you might only pay long-term capital gains on the base value. In a growing company, this five-year-old basis could be a small fraction of the sales price.

For example, if your company is valued today at $2 million, and you sell it five years later for $22 million, you would pay tax on the initial $2 million, and not a penny on the remaining $20 million. If tax rates stay roughly where they are today, your effective federal tax rate on the sale would drop from 20 percent to 2 percent.

If this is such a good deal, why are you just now hearing about it?

While the well-intended Congress wanted entrepreneurs to take advantage of it back when it was established, the corporate tax rate was substantially higher. As such, the "double-taxation" of becoming a corporation made this conversion a much riskier bet.  Furthermore, at the time, the 1202 rule did not provide a 100 percent exclusion on gains, as it does now.  Even with the change to a 100 percent exclusion in 2010, the rule continued to collect dust until Trump lowered the corporate tax rate in December 2017.

And now, it's go-time.

The Conversion Process

Becoming a C-Corporation on paper sounds relatively easy. With the help of our lawyer, it only cost a few thousand dollars to file in Delaware, and create all the necessary corporate bylaws. However, as we became a new entity, we required a new EIN. This then sent us down a rabbit hole of new bank accounts, new accounting "books," new payroll, new insurance--new everything. Be sure to consider the ramifications prior to changing your entity.

After the legal conversion occurred, we were advised to have our initial company independently valued by a certified appraiser. Our attorney recommended one that was familiar with the process. The valuation is critical; if the number ends up too low, your "10X gain cap" might be smaller than ideal. Conversely, if your valuation is too high, you will pay additional tax on this basis when you sell down the road.

The Risk in Waiting

Converting to C-Corporation currently is economically advantageous. However, corporate tax rates could change, making the burden of operating within a C-Corporation more expensive, or Congress could change the exclusion.

We felt the risk of either of these events was relatively small, given the huge upside.

The Fine Print

There are a few restrictions to consider prior to converting. The 1202 conversions provide benefit only if your company performs a sale of equity. Asset sales do benefit from this tax treatment. Furthermore, if your company has $50 million or more in assets during any period of the five years, your company does not qualify.

To confuse matters, not every company type is eligible. Namely, businesses where people are the primary asset (such as investment firms, law firms, consulting firms, sports teams, etc.) are excluded, as are real estate investment vehicles. Additional company types, such as companies involved in farming and the operating of a hotel, motel, or restaurant, are also excluded. Be sure to double-check your company's eligibility first.

Note: Listen to Your Lawyers and Accountants

Let me close by saying that I am not an accountant or a lawyer. Please consult with professional advisors prior to converting. The decision to elect the 1202 conversion is a big one, with potentially huge upside.

Thanks to changes in the corporate tax rate, it might be the right time to consider this for your exit strategy.

question: Summarize the types of companies that might be able to take advantage of the recent tax change.

answer: The types of companies that might be able to take advantage of the recent tax change are those that have a lot of equity to sell. The types of companies that might be able to take advantage of the recent tax change are those that have a lot of equity to sell.

critique: repeating the answer makes it seem as if there really only are one or two options. However in this case, that is not the case as many can be traded in.

text: The answer should mention the criteria that disqualify a company from utilizing the tax loophole.

question: Summarize what this tax change allows companies to do.

answer: The tax change allows companies to save up to 100% of their capital gains on the sale of their company. The change allows companies to create a new C-corporation and "contribute" the equity from their existing company to this new entity. After waiting a minimum of five years, companies can then take advantage of ridiculously advantageous tax shields, excluding up to 10 times the base value from tax.

critique: Does not describe the effect the new law has on capital gains tax.

critique: The answer should mention the tax loophole.

critique: The amount saved is up to 100% of capital gains.

critique: The answer does not mention the restrictions to the conversion.

critique: The answer should mention that the tax change is the 1202 conversion.

critique: The answer omits that the change allows companies to pay long-term capital gains on the base value instead of the total value of the sale.

critique: "The change allows companies to create a new C-corporation and "contribute" the equity from their existing company to this new entity. After waiting a minimum of five years, companies can then take advantage of ridiculously advantageous tax shields, excluding up to 10 times the base value from tax." can be omitted.

question: Summarize the process to exploit this loophole.

answer: The process is to create a new C-corporation and "contribute" the equity from your existing company to this new entity. After waiting a minimum of five years, you can then take advantage of ridiculously advantageous tax shields.

critique: The second sentence should not be composed as a complete fragment

critique: The answer should mention the tax benefits.

critique: "you can then take advantage of ridiculously advantageous tax shields" - the tax shields are already mentioned.

critique: The answer omits the initial valuation of the company.

critique: The answer should mention the restrictions.

critique: It is omitted that you must wait five years before selling the company.

critique: The answer should mention the risk of waiting.

text: The answer omits that the loophole works at the eventual sale of the company since it affects the capital gains tax.

question: Summarize the drawbacks to this tax loophole.

answer: The loophole requires the company to be sold to a C-corporation, which is taxed more heavily than a sole proprietorship. The company must also be sold within five years of the conversion. The company also needs to be independently valued, which can be expensive. The company must also be sold within five years of the conversion.

critique: The company is sold to a C- Corporation, not to a C-Corporation.

critique: The company must be sold within five years of the conversion.

critique: The company must be sold within five years of the conversion, not the loophole.

text: The company sale clause is that it can't be done within the first five years. The answer states the opposite.

question: Summarize the political response to this tax change.

answer: No answer

critique: The article mentions that the tax change was made by Congress.

critique: In the absence of further information, the response misses to address the main question.

critique: The article does not mention any political response to the tax change.

critique: The article mentions that the change was enacted in 1993.

critique: The article mentions that the tax change was enacted by Congress.


text:
JOSEPH WHITEHOUSE, my 3rd great-grandfather, was born in the Rowley Regis area, Staffordshire, England.  He was apparently born about 1793, according to various Census records, but no parish register has yet been found for his birth. Joseph's parents are unknown at this time.

A marriage has been tentatively used for him, but has not yet been accepted as proven.  For the purposes of future research, his first child Samuel was christened in St. Thomas church in Dudley, Staffordshire; his mother was listed as Mary.  He apparently married 17 March 1822 to Mary GROVES, in Dudley, where the family apparently settled.  Dudley was a large area, and inhabitants often stated Dudley on forms when they actually lived in Rowley Regis and other small hamlets in the surrounding area.

[]Joseph worked first as a Nailer (nail-maker) and later as a Miner.  This occupation information shows up on baptism records of his first sons, then on the marriage registration of my direct ancestor Thomas WHITEHOUSE, the 4th son of Joseph and Mary, seen above. You will notice his son's marriage register records Joseph as "Dead" at the time, 1856.

TheBlack Midlandshad many mines, iron foundaries, and steel mills in the region, as it was very rich in coal and iron.  The men and older boys experienced amazingly hard unhealthy work here in the mines and in the nail-making industry(the latter often done as a home based job, and others in the family would also help, in order to supplement the family income).

He and his wife, Mary, had 7 boys for whom I have found christening records (all at St. Thomas Church):  _** indicates my direct ancestor_
  - Samuel  b. 23 Oct 1822    m. Johana, at least 2 boys
  - Benjamin  b. 11 Aug 1824   no marr. found to date
  - Henry  b. 5 Jul 1827     m. Jane Price, 3 boys, 1 girl
  - **Thomas  b. 10 Jul 1829   m. twice; Sarah PRICE Shutt (wid), 5 boys, 1 girl
  - Eli   b. 18 Mar 1832    m. Mary Ann Homer,  4 boys, 4 girls
  - John  b. 18 Jun 1834   no marr. found to date
  - Enoch  b. 9 Jul 1836  m. Esther Carter,  4 boys, 1 girl

I have not yet been able to find Joseph WHITEHOUSE on the 1841 UK Census for either Staffordshire or Worcestershire.  So far I've checked with all 7 of the children, and there are several possibilities and more ways of searching of course.  Perhaps I'll find him mistranscribed after I go through more Censuses page by page.

Joseph died 16 Mar 1844 in Dudley, Staffordshire, and was buried 21 Mar 1844 through St. Thomas Church (burial record with death date).  Note that St. Thomas Church is in the parish of Worcestershire due to historical decisions.  His wife Mary is shown with various groupings of the younger boys in the following Censuses, living later with her married sons, Eli and then Enoch, after they were married.

My goal for this year is to continue searching in the WHITEHOUSE line.  My research log has many possible records still to check online, as well as possible correspondence to write for additional details.   Maybe I'll find a snippet or two here and there to fill out our history.  25 grandchildren - that I know of - lived to continue Joseph's heritage in Canada, Washington State, and England.

And if you have any information on any of these people, please do not hesitate to contact me by either leaving a comment below, or emailing me at calewis at telus dot net.  Thanks for dropping by.

question: Describe the conditions of Joseph Whitehouse's birth.

answer: He was born in the Rowley Regis area, Staffordshire, England. He was apparently born about 1793, according to various Census records, but no parish register has yet been found for his birth. His parents are unknown at this time.

critique: The answer could be clearer about the conditions of Joseph's birth.

critique: There is no reason to discuss his parents.

critique: The answer should mention that Joseph's birth is unknown.

critique: The answer should mention the hard work in the mines.

critique: The answer is missing a few details about Joseph's birth.

critique: The answer should mention that the conditions of his birth are unknown.

question: Describe Joseph's marriage and family life.

answer: Joseph married Mary Groves in 1822. They had seven children. Joseph died in 1844, and Mary is shown with the younger boys in the following Censuses, living with her married sons. Joseph's descendants live in Canada, Washington State, and England.

critique: Instead of describing his descendants, the question should be fully answered when this information is mentioned.

critique: The answer should include the fact that Joseph's descendants are 25 in number.

critique: The answer should mention that Joseph's descendants are 25 grandchildren.

critique: There is no evidence that the descendants live in Canada, Washington State, and England.

critique: The answer should mention that Joseph's descendants are the author's 25 grandchildren.

critique: It is not stated that Joseph's descendants live in Canada, Washington State, and England.

question: Describe Joseph's occupation.

answer: He worked first as a nailer and then as a miner.

critique: The answer could be phrased as a complete sentence.

critique: Doesn't mention that nail-making was often done as a home-based job.

critique: The answer should clarify that Joseph was a nail-maker, not a nailer.

critique: It's omitted that Joseph worked as a nail-maker.

text: The answer could clarify that a nailer is a nail-maker.

question: Describe Joseph's death.

answer: Joseph died 16 Mar 1844 in Dudley, Staffordshire, and was buried 21 Mar 1844 through St. Thomas Church.

critique: The answer should mention that Joseph died of an unknown cause.

critique: The answer does not mention that he died of unknown causes.

critique: The answer should mention that Joseph died of unknown causes.

critique: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

critique: The answer should mention that Joseph died of an illness.

critique: Does not specify that he was buried through St. Thomas Church.


text:
	He wasn't quite sure if he could still call himself a magician. He didn't really feel all that magical. Yet here Jack was, sitting on his bed, trying to pull something out of his hat.
	He had gotten the hat when he was a kid. He used to do all sorts of magic. Not particularly GOOD magic, but it was magic. As he got older though he became more and more self conscious of his mystical little hobby. Not that any one made fun of him for it, in fact he got a lot of praise for his magic tricks. He just decided that there were more practical uses of his time. But for some reason, today he really wanted to pull a rabbit out of thin air.
        He stuck his hand in and felt nothing. He was rusty.
	Jack thought back to his first performance at the 5th grade talent show. The crowd was amazed- or so he had thought. It wasn't until watching his mothers video tape of the performance years later that he realized that 'Jack the Magnificent' was only 'Jack the Pretty Good for an 11-year-old'. His biggest trick, a levitation spell, could only get him three feet off the ground. More adorable then magnificent.
	Tired of being patronized by his family and friends he sold most of his magical treasures in high school. The faberge dragon's egg he got from his dead grandmother brought in enough for him to get a car. 'The Mysterious Mittens of Midas' (an 8th birthday present that stopped working years ago) helped him rent a tux for prom. He decided to just give 'The False Pharaoh's Sarcophagus of Sacrilege' to the children's museum. The thing was so big he was just happy to get rid of it. They were pretty irritated when they found out it was cursed but come on- just look at it's name. It shouldn't have taken 2 possessions for them to figure out what was up. The only items that he decided to keep were the hat and a jar that held the first pixie he ever summoned. He had kept them for mostly for sentimental reasons (they were also the easiest to fit in the closet). But the pixie had escaped at some point, but Jack's Mom swore it was still in the house somewhere.
	His parents had been pretty supportive of the whole "I want to be a mystical conduit" thing when he was a kid, but then again they were pretty supportive of everything he did. He was currently a manager at local department store, and Mom and Dad just seemed happy that he capable of taking care of himself. The job payed pretty well and he was proud of working his way up from a cashier position. His hobby had actually proved to be of some help in getting him there: When a couple boxes from a shipment had gone missing Jack used an enchanted tome he found on eBay (either 'Jupiter's Judgment' or 'Issitoq's Intuition'- he couldn't remember what it was called now) to find that the boxes had fallen behind one the shelves in the back. Corporate was so impressed they decided to give him the assistant manager's job after they quit to go work at iHop.
	Jack was pretty content, but he was also pretty bored. Maybe that's why he was spending his one day off this week trying to pull a rabbit out this old hat.
 	He started trying to remember why he had wanted to become a magician: To understand the unknown? To create that which didn't yet exist and command powers capable of altering the very fabric of the universe? Probably the same reasons any kid wanted to be a magician. As a boy he had dreamed of being one of the greats, a mighty sorcerer capable of changing the world. However, as he got older he realized that there was a much higher chance that he would fail and just become another wizard living at home with his parents. So he decide to just alter his dreams. Instead of conquering the mysteries of the world, he decided he could still be happy with having a good retirement plan.
	And he was happy. He had security, which was more then a lot of people had in the current economy. And being magician was risky- dangerous even. A couple of friends back in his hometown were still trying to make it big- one had accidentally caught his dad's yard on fire trying to deal with a squirrel problem and another had recently grown a permanent third eye (good luck with any future job interviews with that thing on your forehead). So why was he sitting here, wasting his Saturday trying to make something out of nothing?
	Maybe it was because, after graduating and leaving home, he wasn't feeling so special anymore. He wasn't the center of his parents world, he wasn't the center or anyone's world. He had a lot responsibility at work but he was easily replaceable. He was started to get frustrated, he had been digging around this hat for about ten minutes now and he hadn't been able to find anything. What was he trying to accomplish here? It's not like a rabbit was going to make him feel any better any way.
	But then Jack started doing something he hadn't done in quite some time: he started to wonder. What if there wasn't a rabbit in this hat?
        What if it was something else entirely?
	What if there was an ancient vessel inside, a home for a forgotten god? What if it was a vial containing a serum that made people forget their middle name? What if instead of a rabbit he pulled out a flower that smelled like hellfire?  Or what if inside this old hat was an even older hat that when worn would transform him into someone that wasn't afraid of asking out Sarah at work?
	He pulled his hand out of the hat and hesitated. He hadn't properly considered the possibilities, something horrible could happen.

        Or something amazing.

	He paused. Then, trying not think, he stuck his hand into the hat reaching as far as he could. The brim of the hat met his shoulder and he finally got a hold of what was in the hat

        He grabbed it tightly, pulled it out, and turned the nothing into a something.

title: The Not-So-Magnificent

question: Which parts of the story reflect its genre?

answer: The genre of the story is fantasy. The narrator is a magician who is trying to pull a rabbit out of his hat. He has a magical hat that he used to do magic tricks with. The story is set in a world where magic is real and there are magical creatures.

critique: The narrator is not a magician. He is a manager at a department store.

critique: It misses to specify that the story isn't at all fantastic.

critique: The genre of the story is not explicitly stated.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

question: How does Jack's attitude toward magic change through the story?

answer: He used to be a magician, but he got bored of it and decided to focus on more practical things. He sold most of his magical treasures in high school. He's content with his life, but he's bored. He wants to do magic again, but he's afraid of the consequences.

critique: The highlighted text concludes the story, so it needs to be omitted.

critique: The answer should mention that Jack is bored and frustrated.

critique: "He's content with his life, but he's bored. He wants to do magic again, but he's afraid of the consequences." - this is incorrect. He's content with his life and has no desire to do magic again.

critique: It's omitted that he wants to do magic again, but he's afraid of the consequences.

critique: Jack's fear of the consequences is irrelevant to his attitude toward magic.

critique: "He's content with his life, but he's bored." - this is redundant and should be removed.

critique: The answer should mention that he's bored of his mundane life.

text: In the first sentence, change "he got bored of it" to "he got tired of being patronized for it" for a more accurate representation.

question: What does the story say about the most successful magician in the world?

answer: No answer

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

question: What does the story say about Jack's friends?

answer: No answer

critique: No names are mentioned, but we learn that Jack's friends used to make fun of him for being a magician.

critique: The answer should mention that Jack's friends were supportive of his decision to become a magician.

critique: The response misses to mention that Jack's friends are supportive of his decision to become a magician.

text: Add that Jack has watched his friends fail at becoming successful as magicians.

category: coverage


text:
BERNADETTE STRACHAN (née Gaughan, born 27 December 1962) is an English author of popular women's fiction and among the more popular writers of “chick lit.”

Biography

Bernadette Strachan was born in Fulham, London into an Irish Catholic family.[1] Her Irish background is often incorporated into her writing, particularly in the semi-autobiographical musical _Next Door's Baby_ which was written for London's Orange Tree Theatre with Matthew Strachan.[2] Prior to becoming an author she worked in the media as a radio advertising producer and subsequently as an agent for voiceover artists.[3]

Her first novel, _The Reluctant Landlady_, was published by Hodder & Stoughton in 2004 since when she has published a further three novels with the same publisher. In 2009 her fifth book, _How to Lose a Husband and Gain a Life_, followed in 2010 by _Why Do We Have to Live with Men?_, both published by Little, Brown. In 2013 her seventh novel, _The Valentine's Card_ was published by Little, Brown under the pseudonym of Juliet Ashton. She has written a further three novels as Juliet Ashton for Simon & Schuster and four novels as Claire Sandy for Pan Macmillan. She also writes screen and theatre works under her maiden name of Bernie Gaughan.[4] In 2017 Simon & Schuster announced that Strachan would be writing a crime thriller series with her composer husband Matthew Strachan under the pseudonym of M.B. Vincent.[5]

Bibliography

-   _The Reluctant Landlady_ (2004)[6]
-   _Handbags and Halos_ (2005)[7]
-   _Diamonds and Daisies_ (2007)[8]
-   _Little White Lies_ (2008)[9]
-   _How to Lose a Husband and Gain a Life_ (2009)[10]
-   _Why Do We Have to Live with Men?_ (2010)[11]
-   _The Valentine's Card_ (2013)[12]
-   _What Would Mary Berry Do?_ (2014)[13]
-   _A Very Big House in the Country_ (2015)[14]
-   _Snowed in For Christmas_ (2015)[15]
-   _These Days of Ours_ (2016)[16]
-   _A Not Quite Perfect Family_ (2017)[17]
-   _The Woman at Number 24_ (2017)[18]
-   _The Sunday Lunch Club_ (2018)[19]
-   _Jess Castle and the Eyeballs of Death_ (2018)[20]

Theatre Works

-   _Next Door's Baby_ (2006)
-   _About Bill_ (2011)[21]

[1]

[2] Next Door's Baby, review in The Times, 13 February 2008

[3] Hodder & Stoughton author biography

[4]

[5] Simon & Schuster announcement in _Book Brunch_

[6] _The Reluctant Landlady_ , Hodder & Stoughton

[7] _Handbags and Halos_ , Hodder & Stoughton

[8] _Diamonds and Daisies_ , Hodder & Stoughton

[9] _Little White Lies_ , Hodder & Stoughton

[10] _How to Lose a Husband and Gain a Life_ , Little, Brown

[11] _Why Do We Have to Live with Men?_, Little, Brown

[12] _The Valentine's Card_, Little, Brown

[13] _What Would Mary Berry Do?_, Pan Macmillan

[14] _A Very Big House In The Country_, Pan Macmillan

[15] _Snowed In For Christmas_, Pan Macmillan

[16] _These Days of Ours_, Simon & Schuster

[17] _A Not Quite Perfect Family_, Pan Macmillan

[18] _The Woman at Number 24_, Simon & Schuster

[19] _The Sunday Lunch Club_, Simon & Schuster

[20] _Jess Castle and the Eyeballs of Death_, Simon & Schuster

[21] interview, Whatsonstage

title: Bernadette Strachan

question: What does the text say about Strachan's various pseudonyms?

answer: Strachan published her first novel, The Reluctant Landlady, under the name of Juliet Ashton. She used the same name for her seventh novel, The Valentine's Card. She has also published three novels under the name of Claire Sandy for Pan Macmillan. She also writes screen and theatre works under her maiden name of Bernie Gaughan. In 2017, Strachan announced that she would be writing a crime thriller series with her composer husband Matthew Strachan under the pseudonym of M.B. Vincent.

critique: The answer should note that she also wrote under her maiden name.

critique: The answer should mention that the name Juliet Ashton is a pseudonym.

critique: The answer should mention that she publishes novels under her married name as well.

critique: The answer omits that Strachan published her first novel under the name Juliet Ashton.

critique: The answer should mention that she published her first novel under the name Juliet Ashton.

critique: Strachan's writing works under her maiden name of Bernie Gaughan is irrelevant to the question.

text: Strachan's first novel was not published under the name of Juliet Ashton.


text:
My throat was parched, probably due to those kinds of nights. Maybe I didn’t want to rise from those blankets that kept whispering through friction of the textile. Sleep a while longer, It beckoned.

Not today, I replied. Aching muscles hindered too many quick movements; a slow, subtle, fluent motion of my legs escaped the entangling snares of the sheets. The cold wood floor grazed my toes. With a drop of my heels, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot up my legs and into my chest. Mornings were not pleasant. A ray of light emitted through the gap between the window and the bamboo shutters. That light enjoyed blinding me as I rose each morning from my zombified state. My head tilted backwards to experience the new, cloying fragrance that had begun to become more noticeable over the hours.

It was not long before I finally traversed through several open archways into the too-well-lit kitchen. The numbers on the digital stove clock read 9:42. School had started almost nearly an hour ago, but this did not issue me. A late night gave me permission to pass out in my clothes from the night before. Because of the awkwardness of my situation, I had no hunger to spare to the enticing boxes of cereal resting atop my pantry. I directed my attention away and to the high-top Nikes which were always cherished. They slipped on as easily as normal with the laces tucked away underneath the tongue. My bag was packed from the night before and sat in the entryway awaiting to be hoisted as a fisher would his net filled bountifully. I neared the door and extended my arm as if to shake the hand of a friend whom you would be saying your formal goodbye to.

The crisp morning air irritated my throat. I would not be outside for more than a few minutes, meaning the raspiness would soon suffice. While taking my beginning steps towards the gate, I reached for the rusting bar weathered for years. It flaked under the pressure of my fingers brushing it ever so lightly. I pushed the gate back and lifted the latch to close it.

I made my way to the intersection. Cars whizzed past in a fury of nerves and melted rubber. A passage cleared when a good samaritan of a driver paused his actions at the stop sign to part the asphalt sea. My first steps across the crosswalk felt awkward as I focused on the question of if I walk differently than others. The school was within my sight at this time.

Steps taken up to the doors seemed to take longer than usual. Nerves, I thought to myself. Before I reached the doors, the bell had rung. I wouldn’t have to bother any classes this way, good. When I pulled opened the doors, through the window I caught glimpse of figures travelling each to their own destinations. What a shame most of them won’t make it there.

With the office-room on my left, I eased forwards. Around the corner and down the hall I crept. Faces turned; their white-washed faces eyed me down. Bodies parted just as the cars had as I passed. My shirt was still bloodstained; when I walked, my shirt felt as if it were rusting while flakes of dried blood floated to the cold slated linoleum floors. I unzipped the backpack from left to halfway up the top. the sound of zippers always amused me. the way I would vigorously snap my hand back and forth would entertain both my friends and I alike. It’s such a shame how my mother never saw the little things which caused my teacher to give me the look of irritation. What a shame she was no longer. As I dug deep into my bag, eyes not once gazed away. My hand felt the cold metal; its barrel laid in my palm. When I knelt on my right knee, I extended my other arm into the pack and felt for the grip of the handle. Sliding my fingers around it, my forefinger clutched around the trigger. I had made sure to load the magazine the night before after I had dealt with my mother who was still lying happily on the ground back at home. This was my opportunity to give all these people what they truly deserve: alleviation from the horrors of life.

title: [MF] Last Night: Fixed

question: What reason does the story give regarding why the narrator shot his mother?

answer: No answer

critique: While the answer is true, it is a lack of answer. In the passage, it is imaginable that the narrator shot his mother because he thought that her memories had to go.

critique: The story does give a reason: the narrator was angry at his mother for not noticing the little things he did.

question: What does the story say was the narrator's motivation for planning to kill his classmates in school?

answer: No answer

critique: The response is missing text that describes motivation.

critique: The story does provide an answer to this question.

critique: The response is incorrect. The narrator's motivation for planning to kill his classmates is not mentioned in the passage.

text: The narrator thinks he is giving his classmates what they deserve: alleviation from the horrors of life.


text:
It was 1:30am after a grueling Day 3 on the Inca trail. I haven't pooped since day 1. I had hoped to hold it until we returned to the hotel the following night.  But I knew when I crawled into my bag that this night might have other plans.  It was such a strange mixture of feelings.  On the one hand, there was almost an inevitability that pooping would happen this night.  I was afraid if I stayed in the tent there might be an extremely embarrassing situation. On the other hand, I was freezing and I didn't want to leave the tent.  I didn't want to wake up my travel companion.  I was afraid that the poop might be a messy affair, and just maybe I could hold it for another day.

After hours of tossing and turning, I decided I must get up.  I put my freezing FiveFingers on my already freezing feet.  Upon exiting the tent, I'm greeted by the most haunting, beautiful gift of a vista.  It was a clear night, the first since we had started hiking.  Machu Picchu Mountain was visible bathed in silvery moonlight.  In the distance were the snow capped peaks of the Andes, also reflecting the brilliance of June's supermoon.   I saw constellations I've always read about but never seen: the Crab, Pegasus and his Great Square--even Orion was here!  I didn't expect to see him in the Southern Hemisphere!  The Big Dipper, low on the horizon and upside down, pointing towards home.  And Cruz, the beautiful Southern Cross.  CSN kept repeating in my head--"When you see the Southern Cross for the first time.  You understand now why you came this way.  The truth that you've been running from is so small, but it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day!"  The truth is that I'm a worthwhile person.

I could've stood mesmerized there for hours, except that I had a job to do, a biological imperative.

I walked up a lonely trail to the restroom.  My experience with the free restrooms on the trail was that they were nasty.  This one proved to be no exception.  I open the door and look in.  There's shit all over the floor, but it doesn't matter.  This is my destiny.  There's no toilet, just a porcelain hole in the ground.  I drop trou, being as careful as I can not to let my hiking pants touch the turdy tile floor.  I squat slightly, with no idea what's going to happen.  I'm afraid it's going to be a drawn out watery affair, and I will have to stay in this tiring squatting position a long time while my insides flush out.   I'm afraid I might slip on the floor, damp with piss and excrement.  I'm afraid I might miss the hole and make the room even more unsanitary.  Was I standing in exactly the right position?

It was the moment of truth.  In less than a minute, there was a solid compact mass of well-formed shit.  It felt like a beautiful black birth.  I knew in an instant that that was going to be all, and it was enough.  It seemed to fall towards the porcelain hole for an eternity.  And…

Bullseye.

My job done, I wipe (though I hardly had to).  I open the door and walk to the hand washing station.  When I'm done, I turn to revel in the light of the moon, the stars, and the promise of a coming day.

title: Pooping On The Inca Trail [500 words, OC]

question: According to the passage, why is the floor of the toilet covered with poo?

answer: Unclear

critique: The answer is incorrect. The narrator says that the floor is covered with poo because the toilet is a hole in the ground.

critique: The answer is unclear because it is unclear in the text.

critique: The answer is not unclear. The narrator says that it doesn't matter.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The passage explicitly states that the restroom has no toilet and people use the floor.

critique: The answer is wrong. The narrator mentions that the restroom is filthy.

critique: The answer can be pulled from context clues. For example: "There's shit all over the floor, but it doesn't matter. This is my destiny."

critique: The answer is unclear, but it is implied that the toilet is not regularly cleaned.


text:
JOHN HAROLD PICKERING (February 27, 1916 – March 19, 2005) was a founding partner of Wilmer, Cutler & Pickering, which became one of Washington, D.C.'s most prominent law firms. He was best known for his role as an appellate lawyer in cases with national significance. He also had a long record of pro bono work for the poor and elderly and for the cause of civil rights.

John Harold Pickering was born in Harrisburg, Illinois. He graduated in 1938 from the University of Michigan and in 1940 from the University of Michigan Law School. He started his law career in New York with the firm now called Cravath, Swaine & Moore, where he met his future partner Lloyd N. Cutler. He then served for two years as a law clerk to Justice Frank Murphy of the United States Supreme Court, a former governor of Michigan known as a defender of civil liberties. Justice Murphy's belief in the importance of the law as a tool for the public good had a lasting influence on Pickering. In World War II, he served in the Navy, where he advanced to the rank of lieutenant commander.

After the war, he practiced law in Washington, D.C. One prominent Supreme Court case, in which he and Bruce Bromley were involved, was the steel seizure case in 1952, in which the Supreme Court set limits on presidential authority. In 1962, together with Lloyd N. Cutler and Richard Wilmer, he co-founded a firm called Wilmer, Cutler & Pickering, which initially had 19 lawyers. The firm's strengths included regulatory matters, securities law, communications law, and antitrust. Over time, the firm opened offices in London, Brussels, Berlin, and New York and grew to several hundred lawyers. John Pickering was remembered by his colleagues as an exceptional mentor who always took a personal interest in young lawyers and staff. He also promoted the highest standards of ethics and professionalism in the law and was a strong advocate of pro bono service. In 2004, the firm merged with a Boston firm, Hale & Dorr, to become Wilmer Cutler Pickering Hale & Dorr (often called WilmerHale), one of the largest law firms in the world.

Pickering's practice focused on appellate work, in which he represented a number of major corporate clients. His pro bono work involved civil rights in Mississippi, doctor-assisted suicide, affirmative action in admissions at the University of Michigan, the financing of legal services for the poor, the rights of the elderly, and the House's expulsion of Representative Adam Clayton Powell, Jr., Democrat of New York. He was active in the D.C. Bar, serving on the Board of Governors from 1975-1978 and a term as president in 1979–1980, and in the American Bar Association. In 1999 he received the highest honor bestowed by the ABA, the ABA Medal, for “conspicuous service in the cause of American jurisprudence.” He received other awards noting his work in the areas of civil rights, social justice, and the needs of the elderly.

His first wife was Elsa Mueller Pickering of Newark, New Jersey, to whom he was married for 47 years and who died in 1988. He married his second wife, Helen Patton Wright, widow of Judge J. Skelly Wright of the U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit, in 1990. He was survived by his wife Helen, two daughters, Victoria Pickering of Bethesda, Maryland and Leslie Pickering Francis of Salt Lake City, Utah, a stepson, James S. Wright Jr. of Washington, D.C., and five grandchildren, and predeceased by one grandchild.

His one million dollar philanthropic gift to the University of Michigan was used to establish a Frank Murphy seminar room.[1]

Sources

-   New York Times, March 22, 2005, “John H. Pickering, 89, a Founder of a Leading U.S. Law Firm, Is Dead”
-   John H. Pickering Dies at 89; Attorney Co-Founded D.C. Firm
-   Firm Mourns Loss of John H. Pickering
-   Commemoration and Dedication, Lloyd N. Cutler and John H. Pickering, Wilmer Cutler Pickering Hale and Door LLP, Sept. 6, 2006
-   Washington Lawyer (magazine published by D.C. Bar), May 2005, “John Pickering Dies”

Notes

[1] University of Michigan Law Quadrangle Notes on Frank Murphy.

title: John H. Pickering

question: Describe some interesting facts about John Harold Pickering.

answer: Some interesting facts about John Pickering is that he was a founding partner of Wilmer, Cutler & Pickering, which became one of Washington, D.C.'s most prominent law firms. He was best known for his role as an appellate lawyer in cases with national significance. He also had a long record of pro bono work for the poor and elderly and for the cause of civil rights.

critique: The answer should mention his education.

critique: "John Pickering Dies at 89; “ is not a fact.

critique: The answer could mention his military service.

critique: "He was best known for his role as an appellate lawyer in cases with national significance. He also had a long record of pro bono work for the poor and elderly and for the cause of civil rights." - can be combined.

critique: The answer should mention his military service.

question: Describe the work Pickering did.

answer: He was an appellate lawyer in cases with national significance. He also had a long record of pro bono work for the poor and elderly and for the cause of civil rights.

critique: It is omitted that he was a founding partner of Wilmer, Cutler & Pickering.

critique: The answer should be more specific since it is seeking a description of the work John H. Pickering did.

critique: "He also had a long record of pro bono work for the poor and elderly and for the cause of civil rights." - this sentence is incomplete. Needs to include a more important detail about his pro bono work.

critique: The answer should mention his work on the steel seizure case.

critique: The answer should mention his work with Wilmer, Cutler & Pickering.

critique: The answer omits Pickering's work in the Supreme Court.

critique: The answer should mention his work in the Supreme Court.

question: What was Pickering's relationship like with his wife, Elsa Mueller Pickering?

answer: No answer

critique: Pickering was married to Elsa for 47 years. That might allow us to say that the relationship with his wife appears to have been loving.

text: The answer omits that Pickering was married to his wife, Elsa, for 47 years. We could imply from this that their relationship was loving.


text:
[dIVI-PD]

DIVI TRANSLATION refers to a dual stateless IPv4/IPv6 translation technique. dIVI is an extension of 1:1 stateless IPv4/IPv6 translation (IVI Translation) with features of IPv4 address sharing and dual translation. dIVI-PD is a further extension of dIVI to be well used in Wireline (Fiber, DSL, Cable) and Wireless (3G/4G) access environment, where the prefix delegation (/64 or shorter) is preferred. dIVI-PD is now standardized as MAP-T [1] in the IETF.

dIVI Translation is intended to benefit the network operators (ISPs) to effectively share the public IPv4 addresses among a set of customers (since IANA has run out of public IPv4 addresses). In parallel, it leverages IPv6 in the network in a manner that makes IPv4-customer originated traffic looks like native IPv6 traffic in the network, resulting in simplified operations. More importantly, (unlike CGN44, DS-Lite, CGN64 etc.) dIVI/dIVI-PD does not require any Stateful NAT, DNS64 and ALG in the network, thereby benefiting the network operator to not deal with any NAT logging etc. dIVI maintains end-to-end address transparency and bidirectional-initiated communications.

How it works

Stateless NAT464 building blocks

-   Address translation defined in RFC6052[2] is a stateless mapping scheme, which embeds IPv4 address in network specific IPv6 prefix and forms IPv4-converted and IPv4-translatable addresses. The IPv4-converted IPv6 addresses are the IPv6 addresses used to represent IPv4 nodes in an IPv6 network. The IPv4-translatable IPv6 addresses are the IPv6 addresses assigned to IPv6 nodes for use with stateless translation.
-   Suffix extension enables multiple IPv6 nodes sharing a single public IPv4 address, with each node managing a different range of ports. This is achieved by defining suffix of the address format RFC6052.[3][4]
-   Header translation and ICMP translation defined in RFC6145 [5] are algorithms to perform header translation between IPv4 and IPv6, as well as between ICMP and ICMPv6.
-   Dual stateless translation can restore original IPv4 address. The advantage of stateless NAT464 is that the DNS translation DNS64 and application layer gateway ALG are not needed.[6]
-   Prefix extension is only applied to dIVI-PD. It constructs different delegated prefixes for each CPE.[7]

Case study

-   Considerations for Stateless Translation (IVI/dIVI) in Large SP Network[8]

IETF

-   Stateless Translation techniques have been gaining traction at the IETF as well as production networks. IVI is now an IETF informational RFC, where dIVI is being actively discussed. Many operators have recently submitted a motivation document to push the IETF to standardize Stateless 4v6 techniques such as dIVI.

Stateless 4via6 being advantageous

-   Stateless 4Via6 Address Sharing[9] demystifies the upsides with any Statelss 4v6 techniques.
-   It is worth pointing out that dIVI/dIVI-PD, unlike CGN44, DS-Lite, CGN64 etc., does not require any Stateful NAT, DNS64 and ALG in the network, thereby benefiting the network operator to not deal with any NAT logging etc.

Relation to IVI Translation

-   Due to the stateless nature, the dual stateless translation can easily become single stateless translation by removing the second translator, see IVI Translation.

[1] http://tools.ietf.org/html/draft-ietf-softwire-map-t

[2]  IPv6 Addressing of IPv4/IPv6 Translators

[3]

[4] draft-bcx-address-fmt-extension Extended IPv6 Addressing for Encoding Port Range (https://datatracker.ietf.org/doc/draft-bcx-address-fmt-extension/)

[5]  IP/ICMP Translation Algorithm

[6] draft-xli-behave-divi dIVI: Dual-Stateless IPv4/IPv6 Translation (https://datatracker.ietf.org/doc/draft-xli-behave-divi/)

[7] draft-xli-behave-divi-pd dIVI-pd: Dual-Stateless IPv4/IPv6 Translation with Prefix Delegation (https://datatracker.ietf.org/doc/draft-xli-behave-divi-pd/)

[8] draft-sunq-v6ops-ivi-sp Considerations for Stateless Translation (IVI/dIVI) in Large SP Network (https://datatracker.ietf.org/doc/draft-sunq-v6ops-ivi-sp/)

[9] draft-dec-stateless-4v6 Stateless 4Via6 Address Sharing (https://datatracker.ietf.org/doc/draft-dec-stateless-4v6/)

title: DIVI Translation

question: What is DIVI Translation?

answer: A dual stateless IPv4/IPv6 translation technique, one that is an extension of 1:1 stateless IPv4/IPv6 translation, which is a further extension of dIVI to be well used in Wireline and Wireless access environment, where the prefix is preferred. dIVI Translation is intended to benefit the network operators to effectively share the public IPv4 addresses among a set of customers (since IANA has run out of public IPv4 addresses), as well as leveraging IPv6 in the network

critique: The answer is a copy-paste of the first paragraph of the article.

critique: The answer is a summary of the article, not a definition of DIVI translation.

critique: The purpose of the translation is repeated unnecessarily.

critique: The answer is a copy-paste of the article.

question: How does DIVI Translation work?

answer: DIVI Translation is a dual stateless translation technique. Stateless NAT464 building blocks are: Address translation (defined in RFC6052), Suffix extension, Header translation, and Dual stateless translation can restore original IPv4 address. The first three provide a stateless mapping scheme for IPv4 addresses, with Address translation embedding them in network specific IPv6 prefixes to form IPv4-converted and IPv4-translatable addresses. These are used to represent IPv4 nodes in an IPv6 network. Suffix extension enables multiple IPv6 nodes sharing a single public IPv4 address, with each one managing a different range of ports. Header translation and ICMP translation defined in RFC6145 are algorithms that perform header translation between IPv4 and IPv6, as well as between ICMP and ICMPv6. This is all in order to prevent NAT logging, as well as simplify operations.

critique: The answer is too long and includes unnecessary information.

critique: The answer is a copy-paste of the article.

critique: The answer is a copy-paste of the article. It doesn't answer the question.

critique: The last sentence is irrelevant to the question.

question: What added feature do the stateless blocks offer?

answer: The stateless blocks allow for dual stateless translations and IPV4 addresses to be shared by public ISPs.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: The answer should mention the benefit of not having to deal with NAT logging.

critique: The first part of the answer should be separated from the rest of the answer.

question: What does dIVI not require?

answer: dIVI does not require any Stateful NAT, DNS64 and ALG in the network.

critique: The answer should clarify what the acronym stands for.

critique: The answer could be more specific about what dIVI does not require.

critique: The answer should mention what these terms mean for the purpose of this article.

critique: The answer could be phrased as a complete sentence.

critique: The answer is missing that it does not need any Stateful NAT, DNS64 and ALG in the network because those would require a stateful solution