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So, Sullivan apparently was so shocked by the rough yanking of his long beautiful locks that he was speechless for a few days.

Then he replied with this little blurb :

{...}(Speaking of which, Philip Nobile will be on O'Reilly tonight. Can you imagine the derision of Tripp's thesis that will ensue? Let's just see if Nobile says what he once wrote: that he believes that most Lincoln historians have been homophobes and that Lincoln was certainly bisexual. And let's see whether he discloses - as he didn't in the Standard - that after he quit the Tripp project, he tried to sell a rival book making the same case.)

As Jonathan says: "Is that a surrender?"

I think it might be.

While Sully is a fantastic master of rhetoric and one who obviously not only enjoys maintaining his corner, but also feels the need to vigorously defend it, I've noticed he's not entirely the practicioner of intellectual honesty that he claims to be. While I'm sure he simply believes that it's a waste of his time to reply to something like this, it's not exactly honest is it, after ripping Nobile a new one, to neglect to let his readers know that Nobile replied to his charges and threw a few of his own out there? This is not the first time this has happened, either. For a man who preaches regularly that "the revolution will be blogged," and that the blogosphere is changing how things are done, well, hmmm. It leads one to wonder just how much the revolution will be blogged if it makes Sully look bad. He's getting increasingly touchy about taking lumps, yet makes no moves to moderate his opinions. His blog is turning into a benevolent dictatorship rather than a thriving democracy and it's getting to be annoying.

Sully hasn't replied to Nobile's shot across his bow, and has, in essence, let the debate peter out in the utter cacophany that is the blogosphere, while maintaining his original position. He knows how to let it slide, in other words, knowing something new and interesting will take its place shortly. With this move, he has done his readers a disservice. If I only read Sullivan, I wouldn't know about this, would I? How many of his readers only read his blog and haven't taken a dip into the vast world of internet content? I have a feeling there are a quite a few of them out there.

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Over 20,000 readers served since August 2003!

Ten thousand of those hits were probably me checking to see if anyone was actually reading this thing. Or people being sent here from Google for a "boob cake recipe" or something like that. So, it's a limited milestone, but hey...I'll take it.

Woohoo!

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Didn't blog much yesterday.

Sorry about that.

I was more than ready to throw up a few posts yesterday afternoon. Alas, however, the mu.nu server went down and after being frustrated for a half-hour or so, I moved on to other things.

I have a feeling you all lived, though.

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1 Don't be so hasty with your snap decisions! Some readers might have been despondent. Not me... Just "some" readers...

Posted by: The Maximum Leader at January 19, 2005 02:04 PM (jmfvP)

2 Good to know someone cares! Even if it's not you

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A tropical heat wave.

Thank God the cold snap is finally over!

Of course it's going to snow today. Because that's what happens here when a cold snap is over: we get clouds, clouds mean warmth, but they also mean snow.

Which, of course, sucks. 1-3 inches is expected. But if it means I can just throw on a coat and go outside instead of having to add thermal underwear, two pairs of socks (one wool), a big hoodie sweatshirt, a hat, sheepskin lined gloves, a parka (with the hood pulled up and tied off) and a scarf to my repetoire, well, I'll take it.

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Wrong.

BUCHAREST, Romania - A 66-year-old woman has become the world's oldest to give birth, and she and her day-old baby daughter were in good condition in intensive care, doctors said Monday.

Later in the day, mother and daughter were expected to be reunited for the first time since Sunday's birth.

Adriana Iliescu, who was artificially inseminated using sperm and egg from anonymous donors, delivered her daughter Eliza Maria by Cesarean section, doctors at the Giulesti Maternity Hospital in Bucharest said. The child's twin sister was stillborn, they said. {...}

Far be it from me to get in the way of anyone's reproductive choices, but that's just not natural. She just gave birth and she sixty-six years old. After Nine years of infertility treatments she finally got pregnant. That means this woman was fifty-seven when she decided to seek treatment for infertility. God only knows how long she'd been trying to conceive before that. The general rule of thumb is if you've been trying for a year and have been unable to conceive, then you go to the doctor and chat about your options.

But that's for people of a normal reproductive age. Not someone who's fifty-seven.

What is up with these doctors that they apparently thought it was a good idea to jumpstart this woman's reproductive system when, in normal circumstances, by all rights, it should have been shut down for good? In fact, hers was shut down: the egg and the sperm had to be donated. Where was the doctors' common sense? Why didn't they just let her down gently, tell her she missed her chance, and let that be the end of that? I have friends who have had their children---and one in particular who just knows she doesn't want any---who have wanted their fallopian tubes tied off, or what is commonly known as female sterilization. Yet their various doctors have completely refused to do this procedure for them at their age---which has varied between thirty and twenty-five. They just won't do it. Why? Because they're too young. The doctors have one general reply: they've seen too many women change their minds and then have requested their tubes to be untied, years after the fact. They have also seen the resultant heartbreak when these same women are unable to conceive. This refusal is reportedly an "ok" thing to do. It's extraordinarily common. But in Romania, well, they just can't say "no" to anyone, can they?

I find this just to be so wrong. I can only get into her motives so much before veering into the land of pure speculation, but I'd wager that motherhood was just one more thing on her list that she wanted to do and needed to cross off before she "got too old." I saw an interview with her on FOX and that's pretty much what she thought. But, at sixty-six, can a woman ever be up to the challenges of a newborn? Particularly, when it appears she's a single parent. (I haven't seen mention of a husband anywhere.) Is she up to the challenge of motherhood, in general? Or did she just get pregnant to prove a point, like I suspect? But most importantly, what of the child? She is susceptible to many different risk factors simply because of the age of her mother and the fact she was born premature. It's a blessing she was born, don't get me wrong. But, Good God. What was this woman thinking? In a country where the average life expectancy rate for a woman is 74.82 years, is it fair to say that she will, automatically, live past that age? And to plan around it? While it's possible the mother might be hit by a bus tomorrow, it's more than probable that this woman has fewer years left to her life, not more. What will become of her child when she, more than likely, dies before her daughter reaches the age of maturity? Mothers are supposed to know best about what their child needs and to provide it for them. That, in some instances, means thinking ahead toward the future. Why is this woman ignoring the probabilities? Doesn't she care about her child?

Shame on her. Really. That sounds lame, but geez. What else can I tell her? The deed is done.

This whole scenario gives me the heebie-jeebies. I'm not saying that anyone who wants to have a child shouldn't seek help from the medical community. While I have religious issues with IVF and the like, I don't impose my worldview on people who resort to these means. If they're doing it for the right reasons-- they want to bring life into the world---who am I to deny them? Just because I know it's not for me, well, that doesn't mean it's not for someone else.

I, do, however have one main non-medical objection to fertility treatments and it is that people increasingly don't know when to quit. Their hopes and dreams and bank balances are wrapped up fulfilling this dream. And the medical community has bent over backwards to make this happen for people and encourages them to keep on hoping. It's a big business, and whenever you're dealing with someone's hopes and dreams and a buck is made off tweaking said hopes and dreams there is a chance for serious, serious errors to be made in judgment.

In this case, it's patently obvious that our bodies work a certain way for a certain reason. To rail against that so flagrantly just smacks of playing God.

What's really sad about this is how many people will think this is a good thing? Particularly those who have thought that their childbearing days were behind them? Those who gave up trying because it was too heartbreaking a thing to have to deal with? This woman might have given them hope and that's what I find despicable.

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In the time it took for thirteen people to visit the Cake Eater Chronicles, my dad drove my mom to the hospital where she was put under anesthesia, had cataract surgery, subsequently came up and out of her anesthesia-induced fog and was driven home again by my father.

She now, at age seventy-two, has perfect vision in both eyes.

Talk about adding some perspective to your daily grind, eh?

*idea shamelessly pilfered from here.

Thanks Dr. Townley for taking such good care of my mom's eyes! You're a good guy!

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Throw this one into the "I wish I'd written that" category.

Martini Boy's right. Every last little word in this piece is right on the money.

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Robbo is a sick, sick puppy, says she, gleefully.

I, for one, wouldn't have it any other way.

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...I adore Fausta.

I truly believe we were separated at birth because it's positively freaky how much we agree on certain things. We hold some of the same views about everything from Colin Firth being the one, the only, the true Darcy, to enjoying lambasting Blaque Jacques Chirac. I also think she's intelligent, wonderful and produces some of the most interesting commentary in the blogosphere. I consider myself to be very lucky that I have her friendship, but more importantly, I consider myself to be extraordinarily lucky to have her readership, because she doesn't suffer fools gladly. Hence, since she spends some time here at the Cake Eater Chronicles, and her opinion has generally been favorable, I can throw myself into the non-fool category. I am thankful for this. Because---really and truly---I wouldn't want to be on her shit list.

Well, I might make it there with this post. We'll have to see how she takes this. But you all understand that I truly respect and admire the lovely lady from Princeton, right? I made that abudantly clear, right? Ok.

HOWEVER, there is one thing about her blog that drives me nuts. And I'm really sorry for it, but when she responds to something only in Spanish (or French, because she's one of those disgustingly clever trilingual people) it drives me ABSOLUTELY INSANE! It appears she does this to respond in the native tongue of whomever she deems an idiot. While clever, this does me absolutely no freakin' good. I know the content is going to be good, because after all, it came from Fausta's mind. It has to be good. But I CAN'T FREAKIN' UNDERSTAND IT BECAUSE I DON'T SPEAK OR READ SPANISH!

I feel like that damn dog in the Beggin' Strips commercial who doesn't understand that the Beggin' Strips are not, indeed, bacon. Unlike the dog, however, I don't even get the thrill and payoff of eating the fake bacon.

I understand that this is really my own fault. I am an idiot when it comes to learning other languages. I scraped through two and a half years of Latin in high school and that's as far as I got. I would've flunked had I not had mad buzzer pressing skillz during our statewide Junior Classical League, "how much mythology do you know?" contests. (Yes, indeedy. Despite my complete lack of any and all athletic abilities, I was the dumb jock at one point in time.) I also tried to take Russian in college and I still have a four credit "F" on my transcript. A four credit "F" which knocked my GPA down by two tenths of a point, I might add, which was just enough to forever prevent me from doing many different things with my life.

I read somewhere once that it's been estimated that around six percent of the entire world population is simply incapable of learning another language. I truly believe I am one of these people. I've tried to learn. Believe you me I HAVE TRIED. I just can't do it. I sweat over it. (eew!) I struggle. I twist. I turn. I have nightmares, still, about being tormented in front of the entire class because I'd been called on to recite the Russian alphabet and was laughed at because I goofed the order of "beh" and "veh." I'm not going to go into the dreams I have about Latin class. But the point is clear: I am tormented by the failure of my own intelligence.

Even though I would love to be able to speak another language, and am envious of those who can, I just can't do it.

What's worse is that everyone thinks I'm full of shit on this one, too. The husband (Mr. I Speak German) and Mr. H. (another lover of the Germanic tongue), other friends who speak Spanish and French (including one who is a professional translator) and even my parents (neither of whom spoke English before they started attending school) always tell me that, "if I just put my mind to it, I could learn another language." Bullshit. I can't do it. My brain doesn't work that way. I'm sorry, but the reason I didn't drop Russian---even when it was readily apparent that I wasn't doing so hot---was because I, too, bought the line that if I just worked hard enough it would come to me.

Well, it didn't.

Russian 101 was an hour long, M-F class. I felt like a damn dolt in that class. I, who hate sweating, would come out of that class with pit stains on my shirt because I'd been so nervous during it. Everyone got it but me and I was a wreck by the end of the class. My lovely teacher (bitch!), who used to translate for Gorbachev, told me to work harder. So I did. Since I shared a room with two other girls at this point in time (and they really didn't want to listen to Russian tapes), this meant for four hours a night, between the hours of ten and two, you could find me in our room in our sorority house, listening to tapes, studying the textbook, and learning how to write in Russian. I couldn't do it. I was frustrated. My teacher was frustrated. My fellow students, who all seemed to want to learn Russian not for some required course credit, but rather because they wanted to read Dostoevsky in the mother-tongue, were frustrated because I didn't get it. I just couldn't do it. This experience, combined with my Latin experience in high school, has convinced me that I simply am not capable of learning another language. It's just one of those things I cannot do.

So, you have to understand that when Fausta, who is brilliant, publishes a little treatise in Spanish about one of my favorite authors, Arturo Perez-Reverte, and calls him an, "antisemitic bigot," in English, but only links to articles and blogs that are written in Spanish, and goes no further in her English explanation of why he's an antisemitic bigot, it's a bit frustrating.

I love ya, darlin', but on behalf of the monolingual idiots of the world, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP DOING THIS!

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1 Wow, I didn't know you felt that strongly about it! My heartfelt apology. I'll have to atone, by means of translating Perez-Reverte's awful article, which I'm sure he thought was clever and funny. More on this to come.

Posted by: Fausta at January 15, 2005 05:18 PM (LtiJz)

2 Bless your little heart. Thank you As you will have do doubt realized, my problem resides with me...and not you. I love reading your sruff, so I'm frustrated when I cannot partake because I'M A FRIGGIN' IDIOT!

Posted by: Kathy at January 15, 2005 05:41 PM (sQLe5)

3 Have you tried Babelfish? It helps me to sometimes feel a little more "smrt". Aheh.

Posted by: Margi at January 15, 2005 06:11 PM (zalxZ)

4 You did JCL tourneys in high school? Me, too. Latin Lit and History were my buzzer-smacking fortes. Non semper ubi sub ubi!

Posted by: Robert the Llama Butcher at January 15, 2005 09:33 PM (ywZa8)

5 Certamen, baby! I still have my little JCL pin in my jewelry box, too.

Posted by: Kathy at January 15, 2005 10:55 PM (sQLe5)

6 Your wish is my command! http://badhairblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/revulsed-by-prez-reverte-updated-last.html

Posted by: Fausta at January 16, 2005 09:25 AM (LtiJz)

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I, just like Undercover Brother, enjoy a good catfight. I enjoy pulling up a chair, opening a beer and just watching two people go at each other for shits and giggles. Is this bad of me? Probably, but it's good fun nonetheless, so I don't see why the hell I should have to stop myself.

Currently there's a bit o' debate about whether C.A. Tripp's book, The Intimate Life of Abraham Lincoln is the real deal and our 16th President was actually gay, or is a bit of poorly researched, historically inaccurate, predrawn-conclusioned garbage being foisted upon the masses.

In this catfight, we will assign the role of Philip Nobile to Aunjanue Ellis and Andrew Sullivan will be portrayed by Denise Richards. The accompanying catfight language goes something like this:

Nobile: "Bitch, please. I know my man Abe better than anyone else." {Insert fro stability here}

Sullivan: "Oh, no you don't. I'm gay and I say you're bigoted." {Insert toss of golden tresses here}

Nobile: "I'm no bigot. Why don't you read what I wrote, because then you will see that you deserve the ass-whooping of Biblical proportions I'm going to give you." {Insert rough yanking of Denise's tresses here}

Sullivan: {Speechless}

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Yeah. I know. Wrong planet. Wrong moon. But it's still way the hell out in the middle of nowhere, so the analogy fits.

DARMSTADT, Germany - A European space probe has landed on the surface of Saturn's moon Titan after a seven-year journey, a space official said Friday, buoying hopes that the mission could shed light on the origins of life on Earth.

Mission controllers were confident the Huygens probe made a soft landing by parachute because it was transmitting steadily long after it was to have landed, said David Southwood, the European Space Agency's science director.

"We know that it has landed based on the laws of gravity," Southwood said. "It simply cannot still be flying. It's got to be on a solid surface, and it must be soft."

Southwood later announced that the probe had relayed scientific data — expected to include pictures and atmospheric measurements — to the Cassini mother ship orbiting Saturn and the information had been transmitted back to Earth.

Applause erupted at mission control in Darmstadt in western Germany at news of the data transmission. The data are expected to shed light on what Titan's atmosphere and surface are made of — and possibly on the origins of life on Earth.

"The scientific data we are collecting now shall unveil the secrets of this new world," said Jean-Jacques Dordain, ESA's general director. "This is a fantastic success for Europe." {...}

Yeah. Well done, Europe. And I sincerely mean that.

Can't wait to see the pictures.

And I'll betcha anything that those big black thingys will be all over the place.

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1 Wouldn't it be cool if the first photo of the ESA probe's view of Titan showed a big banner reading: "Welcome to Titan, Home of the 3rd Armored Division. Hell on Wheels" or "No Taxation Without Representation" Dan

Posted by: Dan Patterson at January 14, 2005 12:15 PM (nhmvs)

2 Why, yes, Dan, it would be cool. Very cool indeed.

Posted by: Kathy at January 14, 2005 12:45 PM (sQLe5)

3 Hmmm...actually, I think that in Clark's novelization of the film, they were in orbit around Saturn when they encountered the big black thingies. But I lost my paperback some years ago, so I can't check, and I'm too lazy to Google. Anyone?

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David Skinner over at the Galley Slaves is a wee bit miffed about what new National Museum of the American Indian is accepting for their collection.

{...}When I visited recently, I was impressed only by the architecture, and the lobby especially, in which you enter a vertiginous central cavern that goes all the way to the buildingÂ’s ceiling. The "collection," if you can call it that, is scattered about on floors extending outward in a circular fashion, not unlike the GuggenheimÂ’s setup.

But what they have on display is pathetic. In one window case, there were some everyday crafts by a Canadian tribe (speaking of which, there is absolutely no uniformity or even thoughtfulness behind the museumÂ’s use of terms like tribe, nation, people, etc.), including, on one shelf, a coke can and an ordinary hot beverage thermos. Whether these had been left behind by construction workers or were deemed, somehow, illustrative of Indian culture I cannot say. The signage for the display ignored most of its contents. In fact, the museumÂ’s collection properly speaking receives only a fraction of the attention that is lavished on the subject of living Indians of North and South America. Head-dresses, weapons, totem polls, all the beautiful, intricate ceremonial pieces one associates with this massive indigenous civilization are little in evidence.{...}

I wonder if they'd accept these for their collection...

...or if they'd deem them too "warlike" and "not contemporary enough"?

If you're interested in the story of these, read on after the jump.
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As in the one that says "College" across it. Go read this, then this.

I have to say I'm with Smallholder on this one. It's unfortunate, but it's true. A Harvard grad---even if their rich daddy made the call to get them in---will have more and better opportunities in life than will the community college graduate. This isn't to discount hard work or making luck happen in your life or any of those other factors that designate where you will end up. But admission into a top-flight school automatically shoots you ahead in the queue.

I'm sorry for stating the truth.

This is not to say if you don't want to have the CEOship of a Fortune 500 company handed to you, but rather your goals are more---shall we say---realistically minded, a community college might just be the place where your fortunes are made. It could very well be the thing that puts you over the top.

It is, however, unrealistic to say that a community college will prepare you just as well for the CEOship of that Fortune 500 company as would Harvard.

I do not doubt that community colleges are getting better by the day. I know they are. They've been forced to get better. Why? Because four-year schools are pricing themselves out of the market. Hence they are moving in to provide a service to a market that has announced itself. While this is great, that's not the issue.

The issue is that it's a subjective judgment call that Harvard would provide a better start to a career than would a community college. Why do we make this subjective judgment? Because Harvard has cache, baby. It's Ivy. If you go there, you will network with the future great googly mooglies of America. You will get to know one another and if you're ever in need of anything they will help you out. It's all about making contacts, kids. The best people to know are at the better schools. They can do more stuff for you. The rich people know this, which is why they perform backflips to get their less-than-stellar kids into premier institutions, even if those institutions are pricing themselves out of the market and are making themselves less relevant by hiring wacky faculty. Until the entire paradigm changes, this is the way it will be.

If academics were all that mattered, well, the smart people would be ruling the world and as we can see they aren't. It's the networkers that rule. They may be smart, but it's their social skills and who they know that put them ahead.

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In what appears to be a singular and life-altering act of devotion to his Lord and Master, Pat Boone, Protein Wisdom has decided to alter his language accordingly.

He apparently is willing to do anything and everything to get that much coveted invitation allowing him entry into the Big Tent O' Republicanism.

The lengths the man will go to serve his Lord and Master amazes even me. Although, I have to wonder how he's actually going to manage it. Methinks he'll have to put a rubber band on his wrist and snap it every time he falters, because painful negative reinforcement is the only way he's going to pull this one off.

Which means, of course, Jeff's hand will simply fall off his wrist sometime tomorrow afternoon.

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I seriously thought that catty old bitch had bought the farm.

Hmph.

Still can't fault his taste, though.

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A rare Kennedy obituary. By which I mean it's an obituary you'll actually want to read.

While I fully realize the treatment of Rosemary's mental retardation was completely common for the time, this story still breaks my heart. Furthermore, her treatment does seem extreme, particularly when seen in conjunction with her father's unceasing ambitions.

The only thing I can add is the sincere and fervent hope that Joe Kennedy is roasting in the flames of hell for treating his daughter, his first born, as a pariah. There should be a separate level of hell for people like this.

God rest her soul.

{Hat Tip: The Maximum Leader}

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Brad Pitt's back on the market, baby!

I'll admit to being surprised at this one. There were rumors, yes, but I thought that if anyone could pull it out, these two could. If "normal" is a word you can use to describe people who live and work in Hollywood, well, these two seemed normal, their atrocious political leanings aside. It's very sad that she couldn't see past her own career. (Provided the speculation is correct in this instance, which it easily could not be.)

It's hardly unusual to see people splitting up over the whole kid thing. I've got friends who have gone through the same thing. Both said they wanted kids when they got hitched, then when push came to shove, one bailed and that was that. Usually, however, in my experience, the split occurs over the fact that someone's scared to have kids, or they changed their minds, not that their career was more important. You would think, however, that with the careers of actresses being what they are in this day and age (i.e. forty is too old), she would have seen past that and made the big gesture.

Ah. Only in Hollywood.

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He's Baaaaack.

Ah, I'm so freakin' relieved. Phew. I was beginning to wonder if he'd died and no one was going to tell us.

Go read this. And then this.

Now you understand why I wrote this, correct?

My surfing chi has been restored to balance.

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Supposedly Microsquash can never quite seem to close all the holes in their Internet Explorer browser, and are constantly having to release security patches, but yet they think they're the ones best suited to handle the spyware problem?

And the market went down for Symantec and McAfee when this was announced---even though neither of these programs deals with spyware.

The market needs to get a frickin' clue.

Perhaps Bill Gates can buy them one.

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I wouldn't put it past your dad to just hasten the birthday celebrations so he could eat cake, but he could be telling the truth. Just in case it's the latter...

Happy 1st Birthday, Satchel!

Gawd. This kid always makes my ovaries twitch.

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