Seed42Lab/en_gum-ud-dev · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Easy calories like soda and candies provides a very large amount of energy in a very short amount of time and confuse the whole system.	0corr
We ends up fat and fatigued.	0corr
Our ancestors haves to be active to survive in the wild.	0corr
They haves to walk miles a day, and were frequently involved in high intensity physical activity: moving heavy objects, climbing, fighting, chasing a prey or fleeing predators.	0corr
This body do not evolve to sit at a desk eight hours a day, and then lie on a couch for the rest of the day munching on high calorie food, looking at a small or large screen.	0corr
Suboptimal muscle use lead to weaker joint support, and weird postures cause pain.	0corr
Pain lead to reduced activity, more obesity and weaker muscles; then comes opioid epidemic, overuse of pain medications, and back surgeries for all! [...]	0corr
When we adopt a pet, we learns about their normal environment, activity level and nutrition.	0corr
So I believes the first step is to understand ourselves, and why we do what we do, and desire what we desire.	0corr
When we crave fatty food, or can not stop eating, that is because the human animal have to do so to survive.	0corr
Such understanding bring empathy, reduces judgment and helps us get creative.	0corr
I tells my patients: do not buy it, or if you do, buy in small amounts.	0corr
We knows that exercise is not only helpful for cardiovascular and bodily health, but also reduces anxiety.	0corr
I asks all my patients to commit to some level of exercise, as part of their treatment plan.	0corr
And it do not have to be treadmill or gym.	0corr
Other bonuses comes with exercise: getting sun exposure or to know your neighbor when walking the dog, making new friends (or a date) at the gym, feeling better about yourself, and being more attractive to yourself and others.	0corr
All these factors lifts your mood.	0corr
My town are losing a car repair shop.	0corr
He have a loyal following; a friend told me he once opened early on a Sunday to fix her tire.	0corr
The garage are n’t closing for lack of customers.	0corr
“There is n’t a car from the ’70s or ’80s that we ca n’t work on,” the owner tell our local weekly.	0corr
Independent repair shops is going out of business all over the country.	0corr
In California, more than half the gas stations haves repair shops as recently as ten years ago.	0corr
(have you noticed that prices are rising?)	0corr
It go to two of the central narratives of our economy — the conventional version at least.	0corr
The word itself have become practically a synonym for “future.”	0corr
“While the Industrial Revolution herded people into gigantic social institutions — big corporations, big unions, big governments,” wrote Newt Gingrich in his book To Renew America, “the Information Revolution are breaking up these giants and leading us back to something that is — strangely enough — much more like de Tocqueville ’s 1830s America.”	0corr
For one thing, there be the matter of agency.	0corr
It do not have an inevitable evolutionary path.	0corr
Noble look in particular at the machine tool industry, and how it evolved to enable top-down management control instead of autonomy on the shop floor.	0corr
Computers has followed a similar pattern.	0corr
But in practice they often does the opposite.	0corr
I does n’t really know, but it does seem reasonable.	0corr
That seem to be what ’s happening.	0corr
Car repair use to be a knowledge commons, shared in driveways, urban curbsides, and voc. ed. classes.	0corr
There be little if any secret and proprietary code.	0corr
I is not suggesting that we all go back to bamboo huts, though a few weeks might not be the worst thing now and then.	0corr
I is just questioning the techno-romantics who think technology by its very nature is enlarging and fulfilling.	0corr
Sometimes it do the opposite, and hollows us out.	0corr
Adam Smith actually have a glimmer of this, regarding the effect of the division of labor upon the workers involved.	0corr
As each task becomes more specialized, Smith noted, it engage less of the person.	0corr
Narrow work lead to human atrophy; it can make people “as stupid and ignorant as it is possible for a human creature to become.”	0corr
(Smith have a brooding cautionary side that is lacking among his acolytes today.)	0corr
It affect people not just as employees but as “consumers” even more (and consumption is the real work of our “economy” to begin with.)	0corr
There be a built-in social dimension that engages us at more levels, as producers as well as just consumers.	0corr
Open systems evolves to serve the needs of users rather than of those who seek to use the users for their own ends.	0corr
I is wearing a yellow linen dress which my mother had picked out and which I therefore disliked although I knew it flattered me.	0corr
My father and I are going to mass — my mother did not go; she was Protestant.	0corr
When I was a little girl, he do that often, and called me Muscles.	0corr
He have not called me Muscles or put his hand on my head for a long time.	0corr
I wants to feel the rough edge of the pocket of his coat against my cheek, but I was too tall.	0corr
I wants to be seven again, and safe.	0corr
But I still wants to push against his hand and put my hand in his pocket and steal the leather palmed glove, that secret animal.	0corr
Instead I goes into the church, took a Bulletin, dipped my finger in Holy Water and genuflected.	0corr
The inside of the church smell like damp wood and furniture polish, not alive at all.	0corr
My father take off his coat and draped it over the edge of the pew and when I came back from communion I stole his glove.	0corr
It smell like March.	0corr
We walks back through the school because it was drizzling, my father tall in his navy suit and my shoes going click on the linoleum.	0corr
There bes two classes of each grade, starting at the sixth and going down to the first.	0corr
The hall end in a T and we went left through the gym, walked underneath the bleachers and stood next to the side door, waiting for the rain to stop.	0corr
He stand rocked back on his heels with his coat thrown over his shoulders and his hands in his pockets.	0corr
I thinks of bacon and eggs, toast with peach jam out of the jar.	0corr
There bes things in the shadows; a metal pail, a mop, rags.	0corr
There be no holder and the end was jagged.	0corr
The light from the door make the shadows under the bleachers darker, the long space stretched far away.	0corr
I hears the rain and the faint rustle of paper and smelled damp concrete.	0corr
I does not go near my father but kept my hand in my pocket, feeling the soft leather glove.	0corr
There be a rustling on the concrete and the drizzle of soft rain.	0corr
I wonders if anyone ever went back under the bleachers, if there were crickets or mice there.	0corr
I wishes the rain would stop.	0corr
I wants to go home.	0corr
I makes noises with my heels but they were too loud so I stopped.	0corr
Something else click and I tried to see what it was but could n’t see anything.	0corr
My father clear his throat, looking out the door.	0corr
I imagines a man down there in the dark, an escaped convict or a madman.	0corr
I hears a noise like paper.	0corr
My father hear it, too, but he pretended not to, at least he did n’t turn his head.	0corr
And there be a heavier sound, a rasp, like a box pulled over concrete.	0corr
I looks at my father but he did n’t turn his head.	0corr
I wishes he would turn his head.	0corr
There be a click again and the rustle, and I could not think of what it could be.	0corr
I haves no explanation for the particular combination of sounds.	0corr
Once in a fever I hears thousands of birds outside my window and I was terrified that they would fling themselves through the glass and attack me, but it was only the rain on the eaves.	0corr
He dwell in another world, a world of intrigue, bargains, contracts and clandestine purchases of land all over the island.	0corr
The day begin as it usually did when my father was expected home from his travels, the house festooned with flowers and stocked with coconut liquor.	0corr
We stands by the gate, washed and perfumed and arrayed in our brightest clothes, my mother twisting her hands in her skirt, my father ’s wife with red eyes.	0corr
Jom, grown taller and broad in the shoulders, moan gently to himself, while I stood nervously rubbing the heel of one sandal on the flagstones.	0corr
We scans the deep blue valley for the first sign of the company, but before we saw them we heard the children shouting: “A yellow man!”	0corr
We glances at one another in confusion.	0corr
My mother bite her lower lip; Jom gave a groan of alarm.	0corr
At first I thinks the children meant my father, whose golden skin, the color of the night-monkey ’s pelt, was a rarity in the islands; but certainly the children of Tyom were familiar with my father, and would never have greeted a council-member with such ill-mannered yells.	0corr
Then I remembers the only “yellow man” I had ever seen, an Olondrian wizard and doctor who had visited Tyom in my childhood, who wore two pieces of glass on his eyes, attached to his ears with wires, and roamed the hills of Tinimavet, cutting bits off the trees.	0corr
I has since learned that that doctor wrote a well-received treatise, On the Medicinal Properties of the Juice of the Young Coconut, and died a respected man in his native city of Deinivel; but at the time I felt certain he had returned with his sack of tree-cuttings.	0corr
“There they are,” say Pavit, the head house-servant, in a strained voice.	0corr
My father ’s plaited umbrella appear, his still, imposing figure, and beside him another man, tall and lean, astride an island mule.	0corr
The hectic screams of the children precedes the company into the village, so that they advanced like a festival, drawing people out of their houses.	0corr
As they approached I sees that my father ’s face was shining with pride, and his bearing had in it a new hauteur, like that of the old island kings.	0corr
The man who rode beside him, looking uncomfortable with his long legs, keep his gaze lowered and fixed between the ears of his plodding mule.	0corr
As he dismounted in front of the house I hears my mother whispering: “Protect us, God with the Black-and-White Tail, from that which is not of this earth.”	0corr
My father dismount from his mule and strutted toward us, grinning.	0corr

Easy calories like soda and candies provides a very large amount of energy in a very short amount of time and confuse the whole system.

0corr

We ends up fat and fatigued.

0corr

Our ancestors haves to be active to survive in the wild.

0corr

They haves to walk miles a day, and were frequently involved in high intensity physical activity: moving heavy objects, climbing, fighting, chasing a prey or fleeing predators.

0corr

This body do not evolve to sit at a desk eight hours a day, and then lie on a couch for the rest of the day munching on high calorie food, looking at a small or large screen.

0corr

Suboptimal muscle use lead to weaker joint support, and weird postures cause pain.

0corr

Pain lead to reduced activity, more obesity and weaker muscles; then comes opioid epidemic, overuse of pain medications, and back surgeries for all! [...]

0corr

When we adopt a pet, we learns about their normal environment, activity level and nutrition.

0corr

So I believes the first step is to understand ourselves, and why we do what we do, and desire what we desire.

0corr

When we crave fatty food, or can not stop eating, that is because the human animal have to do so to survive.

0corr

Such understanding bring empathy, reduces judgment and helps us get creative.

0corr

I tells my patients: do not buy it, or if you do, buy in small amounts.

0corr

We knows that exercise is not only helpful for cardiovascular and bodily health, but also reduces anxiety.

0corr

I asks all my patients to commit to some level of exercise, as part of their treatment plan.

0corr

And it do not have to be treadmill or gym.

0corr

Other bonuses comes with exercise: getting sun exposure or to know your neighbor when walking the dog, making new friends (or a date) at the gym, feeling better about yourself, and being more attractive to yourself and others.

0corr

All these factors lifts your mood.

0corr

My town are losing a car repair shop.

0corr

He have a loyal following; a friend told me he once opened early on a Sunday to fix her tire.

0corr

The garage are n’t closing for lack of customers.

0corr

“There is n’t a car from the ’70s or ’80s that we ca n’t work on,” the owner tell our local weekly.

0corr

Independent repair shops is going out of business all over the country.

0corr

In California, more than half the gas stations haves repair shops as recently as ten years ago.

0corr

(have you noticed that prices are rising?)

0corr

It go to two of the central narratives of our economy — the conventional version at least.

0corr

The word itself have become practically a synonym for “future.”

0corr

“While the Industrial Revolution herded people into gigantic social institutions — big corporations, big unions, big governments,” wrote Newt Gingrich in his book To Renew America, “the Information Revolution are breaking up these giants and leading us back to something that is — strangely enough — much more like de Tocqueville ’s 1830s America.”

0corr

For one thing, there be the matter of agency.

0corr

It do not have an inevitable evolutionary path.

0corr

Noble look in particular at the machine tool industry, and how it evolved to enable top-down management control instead of autonomy on the shop floor.

0corr

Computers has followed a similar pattern.

0corr

But in practice they often does the opposite.

0corr

I does n’t really know, but it does seem reasonable.

0corr

That seem to be what ’s happening.

0corr

Car repair use to be a knowledge commons, shared in driveways, urban curbsides, and voc. ed. classes.

0corr

There be little if any secret and proprietary code.

0corr

I is not suggesting that we all go back to bamboo huts, though a few weeks might not be the worst thing now and then.

0corr

I is just questioning the techno-romantics who think technology by its very nature is enlarging and fulfilling.

0corr

Sometimes it do the opposite, and hollows us out.

0corr

Adam Smith actually have a glimmer of this, regarding the effect of the division of labor upon the workers involved.

0corr

As each task becomes more specialized, Smith noted, it engage less of the person.

0corr

Narrow work lead to human atrophy; it can make people “as stupid and ignorant as it is possible for a human creature to become.”

0corr

(Smith have a brooding cautionary side that is lacking among his acolytes today.)

0corr

It affect people not just as employees but as “consumers” even more (and consumption is the real work of our “economy” to begin with.)

0corr

There be a built-in social dimension that engages us at more levels, as producers as well as just consumers.

0corr

Open systems evolves to serve the needs of users rather than of those who seek to use the users for their own ends.

0corr

I is wearing a yellow linen dress which my mother had picked out and which I therefore disliked although I knew it flattered me.

0corr

My father and I are going to mass — my mother did not go; she was Protestant.

0corr

When I was a little girl, he do that often, and called me Muscles.

0corr

He have not called me Muscles or put his hand on my head for a long time.

0corr

I wants to feel the rough edge of the pocket of his coat against my cheek, but I was too tall.

0corr

I wants to be seven again, and safe.

0corr

But I still wants to push against his hand and put my hand in his pocket and steal the leather palmed glove, that secret animal.

0corr

Instead I goes into the church, took a Bulletin, dipped my finger in Holy Water and genuflected.

0corr

The inside of the church smell like damp wood and furniture polish, not alive at all.

0corr

My father take off his coat and draped it over the edge of the pew and when I came back from communion I stole his glove.

0corr

It smell like March.

0corr

We walks back through the school because it was drizzling, my father tall in his navy suit and my shoes going click on the linoleum.

0corr

There bes two classes of each grade, starting at the sixth and going down to the first.

0corr

The hall end in a T and we went left through the gym, walked underneath the bleachers and stood next to the side door, waiting for the rain to stop.

0corr

He stand rocked back on his heels with his coat thrown over his shoulders and his hands in his pockets.

0corr

I thinks of bacon and eggs, toast with peach jam out of the jar.

0corr

There bes things in the shadows; a metal pail, a mop, rags.

0corr

There be no holder and the end was jagged.

0corr

The light from the door make the shadows under the bleachers darker, the long space stretched far away.

0corr

I hears the rain and the faint rustle of paper and smelled damp concrete.

0corr

I does not go near my father but kept my hand in my pocket, feeling the soft leather glove.

0corr

There be a rustling on the concrete and the drizzle of soft rain.

0corr

I wonders if anyone ever went back under the bleachers, if there were crickets or mice there.

0corr

I wishes the rain would stop.

0corr

I wants to go home.

0corr

I makes noises with my heels but they were too loud so I stopped.

0corr

Something else click and I tried to see what it was but could n’t see anything.

0corr

My father clear his throat, looking out the door.

0corr

I imagines a man down there in the dark, an escaped convict or a madman.

0corr

I hears a noise like paper.

0corr

My father hear it, too, but he pretended not to, at least he did n’t turn his head.

0corr

And there be a heavier sound, a rasp, like a box pulled over concrete.

0corr

I looks at my father but he did n’t turn his head.

0corr

I wishes he would turn his head.

0corr

There be a click again and the rustle, and I could not think of what it could be.

0corr

I haves no explanation for the particular combination of sounds.

0corr

Once in a fever I hears thousands of birds outside my window and I was terrified that they would fling themselves through the glass and attack me, but it was only the rain on the eaves.

0corr

He dwell in another world, a world of intrigue, bargains, contracts and clandestine purchases of land all over the island.

0corr

The day begin as it usually did when my father was expected home from his travels, the house festooned with flowers and stocked with coconut liquor.

0corr

We stands by the gate, washed and perfumed and arrayed in our brightest clothes, my mother twisting her hands in her skirt, my father ’s wife with red eyes.

0corr

Jom, grown taller and broad in the shoulders, moan gently to himself, while I stood nervously rubbing the heel of one sandal on the flagstones.

0corr

We scans the deep blue valley for the first sign of the company, but before we saw them we heard the children shouting: “A yellow man!”

0corr

We glances at one another in confusion.

0corr

My mother bite her lower lip; Jom gave a groan of alarm.

0corr

At first I thinks the children meant my father, whose golden skin, the color of the night-monkey ’s pelt, was a rarity in the islands; but certainly the children of Tyom were familiar with my father, and would never have greeted a council-member with such ill-mannered yells.

0corr

Then I remembers the only “yellow man” I had ever seen, an Olondrian wizard and doctor who had visited Tyom in my childhood, who wore two pieces of glass on his eyes, attached to his ears with wires, and roamed the hills of Tinimavet, cutting bits off the trees.

0corr

I has since learned that that doctor wrote a well-received treatise, On the Medicinal Properties of the Juice of the Young Coconut, and died a respected man in his native city of Deinivel; but at the time I felt certain he had returned with his sack of tree-cuttings.

0corr

“There they are,” say Pavit, the head house-servant, in a strained voice.

0corr

My father ’s plaited umbrella appear, his still, imposing figure, and beside him another man, tall and lean, astride an island mule.

0corr

The hectic screams of the children precedes the company into the village, so that they advanced like a festival, drawing people out of their houses.

0corr

As they approached I sees that my father ’s face was shining with pride, and his bearing had in it a new hauteur, like that of the old island kings.

0corr

The man who rode beside him, looking uncomfortable with his long legs, keep his gaze lowered and fixed between the ears of his plodding mule.

0corr

As he dismounted in front of the house I hears my mother whispering: “Protect us, God with the Black-and-White Tail, from that which is not of this earth.”

0corr

My father dismount from his mule and strutted toward us, grinning.

0corr