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Here's a dream entry which--if it interests anyone--should be of particular note to princeofcairo, who's Chicago-based Unknown Armies campaign has clearly scarred me in ways I'm still just beginning to uncover. I dreamed that I was in a rundown neighbourhood of Washington, DC. Or maybe Baltimore? No, definitely DC. Two thugs were peaceably escorting a white-haired gentleman to the site of an abandoned Catholic church. The old man was the mystic king for that year, and they had to imprison him in a location that would neutralise his power, presumably to protect their own candidate. At first I thought he was to be the lone prisoner behind the high walls of churchyard. But then I saw a vision of him sprawled out in the summer heat contentedly reading which widened to reveal dozens of other men, mostly of a similar age, in all states of activity and undress. And not just older men, but children, the offspring of their liaisons with women who were also present in what was beginning to bear a resemblance to some crazed commune. A knot of the women, tired of only being able to visit their lovers within the bounds of the church, marched up to the altar and began raising a fuss. This prompted the thugs to lock the doors and I saw them in the vestibule readying machine guns. Unfortunately, they saw me as well and I was forced to dash for cover. Fortunately, I remembered that I had some supernatural abilities. I summoned up my magical energies and forced the lock on a door, then leapt to the roof of the church. It was a maze of low walls which I ran along, hoping to find among the coffered cells an entrance to the nave. In desperation, I made a complete circuit, finally ending up near the rear of the structure where a tremendous pile of rubbish forming a ramp down which I followed. Now I could hear the voices of rowdy young people coming from just beyond a rise and panicked. I scoured the wall for a door, but the only one I found was bricked up. Again, I gathered a charge in order to force it, though with little hope so soon after expending my power. I pushed at the wall... And to my surprise, it opened. I realised that what I found was a jubilee door, which had only yielded to me because it was Easter Sunday. I stepped into what might have been the sacristy; the two thugs ran in after me...and underwent a mystical conversion. Suddenly, they had no hostile intentions and I knew I would be able to open the doors and let the throng depart unmolested. Tags: dreams, gaming
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So I was looking up Rav Mayer Twersky, author of that particularly long and despicable rant against any forum that will allow gay people to say who they are and present themselves as humans with needs and affections. Turns out that he's the grandson of Rav Saloveitchik and nephew of Rav Aaron Lichtenstein. So not only a Twersky but a Saloveitchik and he's related to rabbis that I respect a great deal.
I imagine that I would respect anything else he said or wrote had I not become acquainted with his work from a speech that was pure and unadulterated bullshit.
But the fact that Rav Saloveitchik's grandson is being a raving lunatic when it comes to homosexuality with a rant full of inaccuracies and disgusting generalizations just bothers me.
It's like when you find out about how Winston Churchill frequently joked about lighting Gandhi on fire. But not quite as funny.
Oh well. I did tell a friend to let it go and remember that in the Orthodox community most people don't know gay people. They have the luxury of ignorance. They are also defensive and scared and uncomfortable about sexuality - any form of sexuality. So one should cut them some slack.
And it's not like Orthodox Jewish men are the most masculine men in the world. Beyond the Brooklyn tough guys and the creepy "never look you in the eye" types, there are a lot of feminine men in Orthodox Judaism. And when they are all dancing together and going off to yeshiva to live and study together and giving each other backrubs in shul (some shuls - not all of them) well it's not really a great environment for openly discussing homosexuality. Most sexist societies skew towards the gay - Feudal Japan, Sparta, Athens, Rome, etc. Men are away at war or men are running things and men are getting all sweaty with other men - well, you know. Batman and Robin. So in a social order with a whole lot of potential for homoerotic implications, the instinct to shut all such suggestion away in little boxes and keep them tightly locked away is even more prevalent.
Hell. When I first visited New York to find an apartment, I stayed with a gay Chasidic Jew in Park Slope. He said that for many years of his 20 year marriage, he thought that he was on a higher spiritual plane because Tanya says that you should only enjoy sex because its a mitzvah and not because its intrinsically enjoyable. So he didn't enjoy having sex with his wife (he was bobov chasid and only had 5 kids) and he could fool himself into believing that that made him holy. And then he went off and hung out with the boys in shul.
I wonder how many anti-gay rants he spoke before he realized his little problem wasn't going away and he couldn't hate himself forever. Then again, he DID miss AIDS so homophobia and being in the closet had value for him.
Whatever. I'm just really disappointed in the YU community for freaking out to this degree over one of the most inocuous events. Sure, everyone else can be proud of YU for taking a step forward into open dialogue, but it's just too little and too late.
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Words: 4,606. Total words: 92,007. Estimated to go: 34,993. Reason for stopping: done for tonight. Music: mostly Meat Loaf and selections from Broadway. Lilly and Alice: on the orange cat tree. Tonight's word count is less based on "I have achieved some great goal," and more on "I am done for tonight and wanted to actually post about my progress for the first time this year." I've managed to break 90,000 words, which is pretty awesome; as you can see by the new column, "Estimated to go," I have a decent grasp of how much work is still ahead of me, and I'm on target to finish my first draft in a reasonable amount of time. Blackout is the first book I've written while under contract, which has been an interesting experience for me. I'm used to setting all my own deadlines, creating a feeling of artificial urgency that's really just based on wanting to finish the book before it stops being a friend and starts becoming that house guest that just won't go the hell away. Now I have real deadlines, and real urgency. It's been less jarring than I was afraid it would be, probably because I had already written Feed when we sold the trilogy. I know where I'm going, I know how I'm going to get there, and now all that's left is finding out where I'll be stopping along the way. I figure that from here, all the territory is familiar and awesome, and that's pretty damn cool. My focus is starting to narrow as I knock the short stories and blog posts off my "to do" list, honing in on what really matters: the end of the world. When will you rise? Tags: blackout, word count, zombies
I'm-a feelin':  ecstatic
I'm a-hearin': Counting Crows, "Hard Candy."
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In a way, it's too bad my sister's kids are going to grow up digital natives. Because they'll never know the sense of wonder I still enjoy at discovering what-all on the Web. No, they'll probably just assume that if you can't find something with a Google search, it isn't anything worth knowing about. Tonight I was chatting with a friend about Hemingway and it triggered a memory from my high school years, of visiting an artist's studio in the St Louis suburbs. He specialised in sculptural portraits and had just recently completed one based on that famous photo of Papa in profile at his typewriter. I struggled to describe it, and then thought to myself Would it be possible to find a photo? So I typed in "hemingway metal portrait st louis" and voilà , first hit:  Seeing the name of the studio brought back a flood of memories. He had on display another recently-commissioned sculpture, of a German immigrant family viewing the Statue of Liberty from the deck of a ship. It bore the legend "Freiheit" which I--precocious little shit that I was--translated for the benefit of my classmates. I doubt they were impressed, but our tour guide was and introduced me to another employee there, a handsome beefy young man with dark curly hair, so I could talk to him in German. We exchanged a few pleasantries which I'd gleaned from self-study, and ended up discussing the name of the artist. ("Wiegand", which we both agreed sounded much better with the German pronunciation.) There was a photo on the wall of Stacy Keach, who had recently starred in a tv miniseries called "Hemingway" and had been in town for a production of The King and I, posing with the Hemingway sculpture at its dedication. I knew Keach from Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer, which was a series apparently tailor-made for budding young pervs like me, since absolutely every episode included a scene of Mike Hammer putting on his shirt. Even now, just thinking of it gives me tingles! But at the time, I was too clueless to understand why--or why chatting up a German-American stud about a decade my senior was so thrilling. Tags: navelgazing, stl
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After going through the truly awesome questions presented for possible inclusion in the FAQ, I've settled on... lgbtech, you are the winner of an ARC of A Local Habitation! Please email me through my website "contact" link with your mailing address. tigertoy, you are the winner of a signed copy of Rosemary and Rue! Please email me through my website "contact" link with your mailing address, or with the address you'd like it sent to, if you want to give it to someone else. Thanks, all! Tags: a local habitation, common questions, giving stuff away, rosemary and rue, toby daye
I'm-a feelin':  happy
I'm a-hearin': Meat Loaf, "Seize the Night."
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From weather.com's National Weather Forecast:Snow and strong winds will engulf the Midwest with a renewed batch of arctic air following close behind through Thursday.
Accumulations of 3 to 6 inches (locally up to 8 inches) are possible along the path of this latest winter storm. Cities included are Omaha, NE, Kansas City, MO, Des Moines, IA, Moline, IL, St. Louis, MO, and Indianapolis, IN.
Moisture from Lake Michigan will enhance snowfall in the Milwaukee, WI, to Chicago, IL. corridor. Total accumulations of 8 to 12 inches are in the forecast for Thursday.
Behind the snow, strong winds gusting between 30 and 40 mph will develop through the Plains by tonight and spread eastward to the near the Mississippi River Thursday. Blowing and drifting snow is likely to lead to dangerous travel and the potential for near-blizzard or blizzard conditions in some locales.
Bitter cold air will keep the mercury from rising above zero in the Dakotas, northern Nebraska and western Minnesota Thursday. Wind chills will bottom out in the -20s, -30s and even -40s across these states.
Farther east, highs will range from the 0s and 10s in the upper-Mississippi Valley to the 20s in the Great Lakes and Ohio Valley.
By Friday morning, lows from Kansas and western Missouri northward to the Dakotas and Minnesota will be below zero. The coldest readings, -20s and -30s, are expected in the Dakotas and northern Minnesota. If you know any elderly people who live alone, even if you only know them casually, try to check in on them. A phone call should suffice, but if you can't get an answer, please consider making your way to their residence. This kind of weather causes a lot of preventable deaths, just like extreme heat does.
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Cats. The cats seem to be getting along better with Tai Chi these last two days. Well, maybe not exactly getting along, but more ... ignoring each other. Which is great. Munchkin was still in a pretty insane everything-is-wrong froth as of yesterday, but today she just growls a bit. We're probably back to where Tai Chi was last time he left, which means that I expect he can be left out tonight if he insists (though he's getting locked up momentarily, as I'm about to leave the house unattended). Nonetheless, I'm going to try and search out for some "calming" treats that I've given Munchkin before. Our local Petfood Express ( best store ever!) didn't have them yesterday. Fortunately, there's another up on Broadway, sort of between here and Endgame.
Empty House. A peculiarly empty house today, because Kimberly was up and out of the house while I was showering, and is still gone. She had a couple of different things planned, including her normal saturday routine which was disrupted by DirectTV and other things.
DirectTV. I suppose I should mention DirectTV after I bitched about them a couple of weeks ago. I filed a complaint with the Better Business Bureau and, surprise, surprise, they called us up to say how they'd be happy to send an engineer out to fix our install problem, no cost. So the engineer was out this last Saturday. He apparently banged on the dish for half-an-hour or so. It hasn't rained since, so who knows if he did anything or not. I suspect that DirectTV and Comcast both face the "problem" of being too cheap to hire actual employees as technicians, so they're at the whims of independent contractors who could suck (like the Worst Comcast Cable Guy ever) or not. Hopefully we got a not. By the by, it getting a bit annoying that even my complaints about DirecTV draw out spam-mails from Comcast spies. Maybe if Comcast put the money they spent on spying on the internet into actual customer service, they wouldn't suck.Don't send me LJ-spam because of this post, you pitiful Comcast Goons.
Gaming. I love themes, so I've got two Western games I'm bringing to EndGame tonight. The brand-new, already-lauded Homesteaders, which I'd like to review soonish and the old, somewhat broken Go West, which I hope will play better with an alternative scoring rule. Hoping to at least play Homesteaders. Go West went into my bag ... well, because I love themes. And because it gave me an old game that I could reread the rules of last night, and that's my goal for the year.
Hawaii. I'm really looking forward to our upcoming trip to Hawaii/visit to my dad & stepmom. That's, of course, where my sister is right now, and why I'm cat-sitting. Between Melody's trip and the fact that Kimberly & I now have tickets, the Hawaii trip is increasingly a reality. At first I didn't think that we were going to be able to get out to Hawaii to visit my dad every year, but I'm feeling increasingly committed to it. We can probably afford $1000 once a year for tickets, and it's a great place to be, especially in winter. And it's great to spend so much time with them. Should probably head forth in search of those cat treats, so that I can be to EndGame by a decent time ...Tags: appels, board games, cats
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Ok. Recently, I've been talking about YU Gay Event, Rav Mayer Twersky, Yeshiva Chovevei Torah and furries so I've been rocketing up to the head of the Google charts. Woohoo!! Or not.
You see the problem with this kind of popularity is the fact that the people in my neighborhood are reading this thing. Now, this puts me in a quandry. Whereas many of those Washington Heights folks have just discovered this "blogging" phenomenon that all the kids are talking about, I've been doing this for years. So I'm not doing some lame blog where I say what I ate for dinner or whom I met on the subway that day. Nor am I trying to put forth a political viewpoint. Mostly, I'm just saying whatever's on my mind at the moment.
Which leads to problems. Like when I imply the Rav Mayer Twersky might be ranting against the YU Gay Event due to some feelings that might be stirring in him when he watches the Volleyball scene in Top Gun, because getting bent THAT out of shape over gay people is classic Closet Case scenario. Of course, that's between Rav Mayer Twersky, G-d and Tom Cruise. Or when I get in a crabby mood about my job which is not so bad, actually.
You see I think that blogging is like masturbating - everyone does it. No one should talk about it and no one should know that you're thinking about them when you do it (as I learned when I wrote a love letter to Maggie back in college but that's another story altogether). And in my community, I do TRY to be tactful. I mean I don't always end up tactful, but I rarely engage in the "SHUT UP YOU FUCKING MORON" discourse that tends to characterize this particular blog.
Anyhow, if you found this blog and you know me, well I'm sorry. I tend to swear a lot on this thing. And mock the shit out of stupid people; even well respected stupid people. And I really like Desperate Housewives. Oh wait. That's not a big deal.
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"The women cross their ankles, their flats kicked off and carried by Sissy back to the foyer, where they are paired and lined in rows: Pappagallos in various colors, sandals with daisies chiseled in the cowhide, or bright, artificial flowers attached to the straps. Now in the soft glow of the lighted room, the women's feet, bare and colored at the toe, caress the Corsican rug. They have had another round of drinks; they are trying to think of what to say next." --Kate Walbert, A Short History of Women, 2009 " AND I DON'T USE GUNS--THE INSANE WEAPON OF AN INSANE SPECIES! VIOLENCE BEGETS VIOLENCE! DIDN'T YOU EVER LEARN ANYTHING FROM HISTORY--OR MAYBE FROM JOHN AND YOKO?"" --Linda Fite, THE CAT, Vol. 1, No. 1,
"Beware the Claws of...The Cat!," 1972(Posted simultaneously to "Drilling Holes in the Wall.") Tags: great moments in literature
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http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/021352.html White teenage boy to black teenage boy: She thinks I am a rapist or something.
(black teenage boy giggles) Which I am cool with, you know what I mean?
--Bay Ridge Ave & 4th Ave
Brunette Guido girl: Ohmigosh, you would love this girl, she's like, the only cool blonde person. This one time she was just like "Dude, can we just do the peace-and-love thing? Cause, I don't know how to fight."
--LIRR
Overheard by: whaaasgood
Fashion intern: I had swine flu last year, before it was cool.
--Cafeteria, Hearst Tower
Overheard by: interns are our future
Bike rider on phone, walking with girlfriend: I don't have his number, but you can call Tom* and go down there. Those guys are pretty cool. You can just go down there and give them a prostate massage.
--Riverside Park
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As some of you might know, my aunt Carol C. Howell is an artist. A rather good one, at that, and she occasionally gifts members of the family with her work. The watercolor/collage of the bicycle wheel and drive train in the living room here is hers, for instance. Anyway, upon my posting of Burning Man pictures this year, she commented that one was really striking and should be made into painting. I promptly forgot about it until I was opening a suspiciously large and flat package from her this Christmas.  I love it so much it hurts. This picture doesn't do it justice, of course. For comparison, here is the original picture, and here is the same structure later in the week with wing attached. (Yes, it is a crane crane.) The upper gantry was articulated, with pneumatic rams to raise and lower it so the performers could hook in easily.
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So, what have I been doing since I watched the final David Tennant episode of Doctor Who? Vidding. And weeping a bit while rewatching. TITLE: Farewell to Ten, the Doctor Who Remix MUSIC: Blame it on the Pop, the 2009 Remix by DJ Earworm - all songs included in the remix are listed below RATING: PG GENRE: Mash-up. NOTES: In December of 2009, DJ Earworm released a remix of the top 25 songs in the US from 2009. I heard it the day before the last episode of Doctor Who starring David Tennant was set to air, and I knew from the first notes that I needed to do a vid about the Tenth Doctor set to this amazing mix of songs. It's my homage to Ten, his companions, his rivals and enemies. So many thanks to longtimegone for sitting with me through the editing process - you are invaluable! And thanks to wendy for sharing the song last week! I wouldn't have heard it otherwise, so I couldn't have done this without her! ( There's a wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey mash-up under the cut... )Download a dvd-quality version here or download an ipod-friendly version here. ( The song list )Also - I am not sure which DW coms I should post this to. Suggestions? Tags: 2009, david tennant, doctor who, donna noble, jack harkness, martha jones, music, rose tyler, ten, vid, wilfred mott
I'm-a feelin':  not ginger
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Sometime tomorrow, I was planning on hitting the road for GAFilk. See, I'm supposed to be at MarsCon in Virginia next weekend. My thought was, I'll go down to GAFilk, see everyone, get some hugs, play for awhile, then continue off to my dad's in north central Florida, and approach MarsCon from the south. Conveniently getting out of a Michigan January for a week and a half. I do not know if I am going to do this. The lesser problem is, I am fighting off a bit of a cold. (I saw my doctor on Tuesday, and she confirmed that's really all it is, a cold. I also got my flu and H1N1 shots, so I am now impervious, ha ha.) I don't want to give my friends whatever it is I have. Much more to the point, the weather forecasts along the trip look awful. Literally, the entire I-75 corridor, from Findlay, OH down to Florida, is for not merely snow and cold, but a lot of snow and some deep cold. I don't know what I'm going to do yet. I might try to skirt out of town tomorrow morning. I might wait till Friday, arriving at GAFilk Saturday. I might say the heck with it, and hope nothing bad comes before I head off to MarsCon next week. Grumble. What's your plan for the weekend look like? Tags: conventions
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So today I woke up feeling very ill, that scratchy back-of-throat kind of Imma Get Sick Soon, Ok? thing. So I decided to let my body sleep as long as it needed to. Which was apparently til a briar thicket sprang up around the house. Paging local princes and princesses and their weedwhackers of destiny. Anyway. I feel somewhat better now, though the throat is still making disgruntled noises. Changing subject, for those of you who don't know, I will be at Arisia on Friday the 15th and ONLY Friday the 15th. I am not going to the con, as I have a novel due and can't spare two weekends in a row, but I will be performing Friday night with s00j and stealthcello --if you missed our Giant Palimpsest Tour, here's a chance to catch it! So, I would like to take the train to Boston, because trains are at the heart of our show, and also because I could work on the train. If I did that, could anyone pick me up at the North Station and bring me to the con? Possibly bring me back in the morning? Does anyone have spare room in their hotel room or someplace close to the con? The next weekend, I will be pulling my first Guest of Honor gig at ConFusion. I am SO FREAKING EXCITED. I have TONS of programming, such that others worry about my sanity and I just say HOORAY! I get to talk about awesome stuff for hours! I have a panel on cartography! On folkloric symbols! On authorial passion! I am thrilled. Also, if you want to see me at ConFusion in a non-panel capacity, make your requests now. My schedule is filling. (I'll be performing with Sooj on Saturday at 10--with a special first-time-anywhere song/reading!) I'll be in MI on Tuesday to hang with earthgoat and her clan. I have some social time, thus. And I'll be at con parties, and hopefully a luncheyklatsch on Sunday. Dance card is in the comments. Also, I have the most kick ass outfit for judging the masquerade! Maybe I'll bring my wings to Arisia, too... Finally, check out karnythia 's new crowdfunded serial Mirroring the Monsters. She's in unemployment hell--read and give if you can! I'm-a feelin':  groggy
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Ten years ago on New Year's Eve, I was at Rowe Camp up in the Berkshires with bard_bloom and a bunch of hippies and Buddhists, helping to lead a ritual that Margo Adler had to abandon at the last minute because NPR wanted her in the city to report in case Y2K exploded. The black wool coat I have is older than that. I think I was home for a visit from graduate school when my father bought it for me, in a store I never would shop in myself, for some price I'd never pay. It was cold in St. Louis. My father passed away in 1996. I've tried to have the ripped lining of the coat fixed several times, but it never stays fixed. The coat itself, though, is solid. But every winter when it gets cold enough, I miss my father. And I don't suppose I'll stop wearing that coat until it's in tatters. Sometimes it seems like these things aren't that far away, like these are current stories. And then I remember that I didn't have lediva in my life then, or projectmothra, and I realize I've totally forgotten what life before that looked like. Some of you were there with me, back then. Perhaps I should ask you to remind me. It's hard to understand how somehow I think I was happier then, even though some of the greatest sources of joy in my current life weren't even there. I've been encouraged to "explore my curiosity" in 2010, and I'm trying to do that. I'm starting to look seriously at starting doula training; I'm blending perfume again. If you've got an idea of something that you really think I should try, do let me know. If you've got something you want me to work on with you, doubly so. I feel kind of as if I've been in suspended animation for a few years now, and I'm trying to thaw.
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With no scary deadlines looming at the moment, I'm having a hard time getting motivated to do the work I do have, but doesn't have to be done right this instant. Maybe because I am one of those people who work right through the holidays, I am caught up. It's a nice position to be in.
Last night I started watching The Biggest Loser and it is f&*(ing insane how much weight those people lose. The show had me all weepy, too, because of all the openness--people saying they have never been in love, never had a girlfriend, want to be alive to see their children/grandchildren grow, etc. As emotional as it is, I couldn't help wonder--so, when you lose all this weight and are a thin person, and you still don't fall in love, or have a girlfriend, what then? What do you get to blame for your problems when you don't have your size to blame? Is it mean for me to think that way. But then these people are amazing. I'm sure once you have lost like half your body weight you realize you are the kind of person who can do anything. And then your other problems seem conquerable as well.
So when they started weighing in and were losing like 30 pounds in a week I thought, OK, I can go try to lose a pound or something, and went to the gym. It's great having a gym only a block and a half away, especially for this Chicago frigid-ness.
Tonight I have my first sketch comedy writing class of the new term--new teacher, probably mostly the same classmates. I'll probably have to actually write something more act-able this term, the first class it was mostly keeping a journal and different writing exercises.
I already have myself booked to do stuff all week, too. Tomorrow night I am going to this kick-start fitness thing in Lincoln Park, both Friday and Saturday nights I am going to see improv shows. Sunday evening I am going to an improv jam at the Second City training center. Our teacher told us Monday night that this term will be focused on performance, and that we should try to get as much stage time as possible, so take advantage of the free jams. He also said we should just go and audition for as many things as possible, too, to get used to it. This freaks me out, I don't think I am there yet.
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This is going to be a curious review for me. I want to begin by saying: I have not finished reading this book. There are good reasons for this.
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