I came across this post on a blog called Beyond the 140. I thought it would be good to hear about Canadian health care from a Canadian. You may remember the woman he mentions, Shona Holmes, as the Canadian who came to America for an operation because it was going to take too long in Canada. The Republicans have done a pretty thorough job showing her around the media circuit.
To my American friends: I sincerely hope you’re not taken in by the GOP propaganda featuring Canadian Shona Holmes trashing our system of universal healthcare. The problem is both that Ms. Holmes and her Republican masters misrepresented her condition and that the tactic itself is reprehensible. The GOP can’t produce any logical argument against a system that is entrenched in every Western society except yours, so they resort to fear-mongering and lies, claiming that one Canadian’s skewed view trumps the experiences and beliefs of the rest of us.
continue reading here...
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sometimes magic happens...
My joy
sits in my hands
begging to be played.
I put my lips to the harp
and
sometimes
magic happens.
Admittedly, alot of the time, not so much.
But on those nights
when I find my spiritual place
when my breathing becomes
my movement becomes
my rhythm becomes
my dance,
on those nights I am alive
in ways
I've never known.
I play to everyone.
I play to no one.
I play until the music stops coming
and then I listen
to the silence
that exists
without me.
sits in my hands
begging to be played.
I put my lips to the harp
and
sometimes
magic happens.
Admittedly, alot of the time, not so much.
But on those nights
when I find my spiritual place
when my breathing becomes
my movement becomes
my rhythm becomes
my dance,
on those nights I am alive
in ways
I've never known.
I play to everyone.
I play to no one.
I play until the music stops coming
and then I listen
to the silence
that exists
without me.
Monday, July 27, 2009
A blooming musician...?
Last night I played harmonica until my lips bled. Today I can still hear the music when I touch my tongue to the wounds.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Sunday morning blah blah blah...
Good morning, all! So I've made it through another boring week without girlfriend and am treating myself to a Sunday morning coffee and bagel at our little coffee shop. Don't come here often anymore but I sure do miss their coffee. It's been a pretty good week, though a bit uneventful. Right now they are having an international fireworks competition so there are BIG fireworks displays every couple of nights. I went to the opening night to see Team Canada blow up more fireworks than I have ever seen before. I think the show was at least 30 minutes of solid fireworks filled with multiple crescendos and chest-thumping wallops. I have skipped out on Team South Africa and some other team whose name I missed but I plan on attending Team China's display next weekend. Oh, wait... I may be watching a fight that night with Shawn and Kelly. Guess I need to check on that.
Anyway, not much to write on the update front. The apartment is making slow progress, but without Katy here there is little in the way of motivation to do anything. I've plucked my inks, pens and brushes out from hiding and have started drawing again. I've also been playing harmonica every night. Really loving that. I've got my eyes on a couple of new harmonicas that I really want to buy, but they are around the $100 mark. I'm finding the down side of growing in skill is the simultaneous growing of instrument cost. When I was much newer to the harmonica, I didn't care what I played. They all sounded about the same in my hands. But now I've learned to coax much more subtle sounds out of a harp and take better advantage of each one's particular sound characteristics. Part of the reason I've started drawing again is because I want to try to sell some art to pay for a new harmonica. It's a long shot but it's worth a try. I'll let you know when I get things put online for sale. Maybe you have friends that need an interesting conversation piece for their living room.
So to wrap up my last half hour of battery life this morning, I want to talk about something that's been really present in my mind for the past couple of weeks: health care reform in the States. I've been hearing some downright ridiculous things being said by some supposedly responsible adults down there and it scares the bejeezus out of me.
You have such baseless accusations as this from brutallyhonest.org: "What he and those in his administration are really up to, is a complete denial of medical treatments and health care period, for all who have reached or surpassed their government predetermined shelf life."
Or how about this winner from Re. Paul Broun (R-Georgia):
"And that's exactly what's going on in Canada and Great Britain today. They don't have the appreciation of life as we do in our society, evidently. Alot of people are gonna die. This program of government option [...] allowing people to have quality healthcare at an affordable price is gonna kill people."
I've gotta stop looking this stuff up before my head explodes. (But if my head did explode, I could walk down the street and walk in to see a doctor without ever pulling out my wallet because I'm in Canada where we have a socialized [oooh! shudder at the evil!] health care system.)
I don't understand the furor against universal health care? Where does the viciousness opposing health care reform come from? And how did Canada become the bad guy? Over 86 million Americans have gone without health coverage over the past two years and yet we have politicians defending our current system as though someone were trying to convert us to Voodoo! Make no mistake, there is legitimate debate happening over this vital issue and no single player has a perfect answer yet, but where did this mob of well-to-do white men full of self-righteous indignation come from?
Oh, wait, here's where alot of it is from. I'm realizing as I surf the web researching the health care debate that many of the most vocal opponents are white males somewhere in their upper 40's to early 70's. No, I can't give you a link to support this, but if you start researching all of the opponents' websites, blogs, esays and speeches you will quickly see the commonality for yourself. The most frequently-cited counterpoint to health care reform that I come across? Anti-socialism. Much of America's older generation can't stand the idea of something "socialist" in our country. They say "socialist" with the same derisive venom once reserved for the word "communist". These are the children of WWII vets and veterans, themselves, of Korea and Vietnam. These are the men who grew up in a vicious anti-Communist America. It is still programmed in the minds of these men that social = evil. And when does one get self-righteous? When one feels he is facing down evil. Be aware of the prejudices and dispositions of seemingly authoritative men.
The cost to set it up may be daunting, but the benefit over the long haul will come to my children, your grandchildren, and on and on. I think Bill Maher said it best in an essay he wrote this past week when he said, "How about this for a New Rule: Not everything in America has to make a profit." [Amen!]
By for now, all... have a good week.
Anyway, not much to write on the update front. The apartment is making slow progress, but without Katy here there is little in the way of motivation to do anything. I've plucked my inks, pens and brushes out from hiding and have started drawing again. I've also been playing harmonica every night. Really loving that. I've got my eyes on a couple of new harmonicas that I really want to buy, but they are around the $100 mark. I'm finding the down side of growing in skill is the simultaneous growing of instrument cost. When I was much newer to the harmonica, I didn't care what I played. They all sounded about the same in my hands. But now I've learned to coax much more subtle sounds out of a harp and take better advantage of each one's particular sound characteristics. Part of the reason I've started drawing again is because I want to try to sell some art to pay for a new harmonica. It's a long shot but it's worth a try. I'll let you know when I get things put online for sale. Maybe you have friends that need an interesting conversation piece for their living room.
So to wrap up my last half hour of battery life this morning, I want to talk about something that's been really present in my mind for the past couple of weeks: health care reform in the States. I've been hearing some downright ridiculous things being said by some supposedly responsible adults down there and it scares the bejeezus out of me.
You have such baseless accusations as this from brutallyhonest.org: "What he and those in his administration are really up to, is a complete denial of medical treatments and health care period, for all who have reached or surpassed their government predetermined shelf life."
Or how about this winner from Re. Paul Broun (R-Georgia):
"And that's exactly what's going on in Canada and Great Britain today. They don't have the appreciation of life as we do in our society, evidently. Alot of people are gonna die. This program of government option [...] allowing people to have quality healthcare at an affordable price is gonna kill people."
I've gotta stop looking this stuff up before my head explodes. (But if my head did explode, I could walk down the street and walk in to see a doctor without ever pulling out my wallet because I'm in Canada where we have a socialized [oooh! shudder at the evil!] health care system.)
I don't understand the furor against universal health care? Where does the viciousness opposing health care reform come from? And how did Canada become the bad guy? Over 86 million Americans have gone without health coverage over the past two years and yet we have politicians defending our current system as though someone were trying to convert us to Voodoo! Make no mistake, there is legitimate debate happening over this vital issue and no single player has a perfect answer yet, but where did this mob of well-to-do white men full of self-righteous indignation come from?
Oh, wait, here's where alot of it is from. I'm realizing as I surf the web researching the health care debate that many of the most vocal opponents are white males somewhere in their upper 40's to early 70's. No, I can't give you a link to support this, but if you start researching all of the opponents' websites, blogs, esays and speeches you will quickly see the commonality for yourself. The most frequently-cited counterpoint to health care reform that I come across? Anti-socialism. Much of America's older generation can't stand the idea of something "socialist" in our country. They say "socialist" with the same derisive venom once reserved for the word "communist". These are the children of WWII vets and veterans, themselves, of Korea and Vietnam. These are the men who grew up in a vicious anti-Communist America. It is still programmed in the minds of these men that social = evil. And when does one get self-righteous? When one feels he is facing down evil. Be aware of the prejudices and dispositions of seemingly authoritative men.
The cost to set it up may be daunting, but the benefit over the long haul will come to my children, your grandchildren, and on and on. I think Bill Maher said it best in an essay he wrote this past week when he said, "How about this for a New Rule: Not everything in America has to make a profit." [Amen!]
By for now, all... have a good week.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Research Firm Cited by GOP is Owned by Health Insurer
They're playing screwy politics again, except this time it's with our health. From the Washington Post:
By David S. Hilzenrath
Washington Post Staff WriterBy David S. Hilzenrath
Wednesday, July 22, 2009; 6:46 PM
The political battle over health-care reform is waged largely with numbers, and few number-crunchers have shaped the debate as much as the Lewin Group, a consulting firm whose research has been widely cited by opponents of a public insurance option.
To Rep. Eric Cantor of Virginia, the House Republican whip, it is "the nonpartisan Lewin Group." To Republicans on the House Ways and Means Committee, it is an "independent research firm." To Sen. Orrin Hatch of Utah, the second-ranking Republican on the pivotal Finance Committee, it is "well known as one of the most nonpartisan groups in the country."
Generally left unsaid amid all the citations is that the Lewin Group is wholly owned by UnitedHealth Group, one of the nation's largest insurers.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Just so you know...
I hear alot of garbage being spewed about the Canadian health care system by politicians in the States. I've been using this system for four years now and I can assure you, it's pretty fantastic. It's not the only option. You can have alternative coverages still, but every single Canadian citizen (and many who aren't citizens) can walk into a hospital at any time and receive treatment without pulling out their wallet. Does it have its down side? Of course it does. What system doesn't?
But don't take my word for it. In a national poll done by the Canadian Broadcasting Company, Canadians voted for the man who created their health care system as the Greatest Canadian of all Time.
Don't listen to those ideologues who are trying to use Canadians to back their opposition to health care reform. Canadians have an awesome health care system that the people generally love.
But don't take my word for it. In a national poll done by the Canadian Broadcasting Company, Canadians voted for the man who created their health care system as the Greatest Canadian of all Time.
Don't listen to those ideologues who are trying to use Canadians to back their opposition to health care reform. Canadians have an awesome health care system that the people generally love.
Reaffirming my faith in humanity...
THis past weekend I lost my keys on the way home from work. It was no fun, as I have a couple of Army souveneirs on my keyring that I was very sad to lose. Not to mention the hassle of getting new keys made. So I put up flyers near where I thought I lost them but got no response. Then yesterday I went to Jiu Jitsu and found that someone had turned in my keys there! I had a gym tag on my keys to scan at the gym and someone saw that and took my keys to the gym! What a fantastic end to my day.
Thank you to whoever found those keys and turned them in. You are a saint amongst lesser men.
Thank you to whoever found those keys and turned them in. You are a saint amongst lesser men.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Sunday Morning musings...
Good morning everyone. So it’s Sunday… my only weekend day. I decided this morning to treat myself to breakfast at a little diner down off Main Street that Katy and I like to go to on Sundays. It’s called Nice Café but it’s not as nice without her. I am looking forward to a nice cheap breakfast and no dishes. Once I’m done here, it’s back to the casa to clean for a few hours before I go hike up Grouse Mountain with my friend John. Ought to be fun, except I hurt my ribs in Jiu Jitsu last week and I’m hoping they don’t bother me halfway up. Probably won’t, but I do so hate rib injuries. (Update: ribs hurt too bad… need time to heal. Took a raincheck on Grouse for next weekend) Rib injuries can be the most minor thing, but it’s a persistent discomfort that flairs up at the slightest prompting… coughing, turning, breathing. Anyway, so here I sit drinking café coffee waiting for my greasy spoon breakfast and I thought it a good opportunity to write.
But now I find myself without much to say. I’ve had a lot of issues with that for awhile. You may have noticed the sharp decline in the frequency of my posts over the past 6 months that coincided with my desperate search for real work. A lot of that was because I got too depressed and much of what I had to say was whiny and depressing. Not only did I reach a point where I didn’t want to pass that along, but articulating my problems into words often made the depression worse. What I’ve found on the other side of that trauma, though, is that I am still reluctant to write most of the time. I’m not sure what, in particular, made it happen, but I’ve lost my voice since leaving school. A lot of things have played into my silence. Leaving school and joining the “real world” did nothing short of crush my soul. Losing my job was the twisting foot that insured my last ember was put out. Unsuccessfully looking for good work for 6 months all the while being tossed around between jerks and douchebags and breaking my back at anywhere up to 4 jobs at once was the rain that soaked my ashes just to make sure they wouldn’t relight. And all the while I was force-fed the harsh realization that no matter how smart I am, no matter what I know, no matter what I understand, what I love, what I desire or what I think is right, the world is the way it is and doesn’t give a damn about me. That hurt. It was especially hard because I’ve lived in such seclusion for the better part of 7 years. Not only was I sheltered from the world by the academic shield, but I was sheltered from society at large by my own hermitage. I guess I got to a point where I turned around and looked behind me and was forced to ask, “what is different for all my thrashing about?”
I’m still in limbo on that one. I don’t regret my viewpoints but sometimes I regret my audacity. I don’t believe it was ever a mistake to stand up for my beliefs, but I wonder sometimes if it was a mistake to stand on others’ fingers… with cleats. I’m in a difficult transition between youth and whatever it is that’s after youth. I’m more patient now. I’m wiser now. I am more tolerant now. I’m also exiting my angry phase… that’s what I call it, anyway. I’ve been so angry at everything for the past 7 years. I think it started with all the angst the Army programs you with. It makes you a good soldier. I forget sometimes that I’m a trained killer. (Do you?) I think it got worse from there with my parents’ divorce. That’s enough to make anyone angry. Then I got into school and began a shocking education process where many things I took for granted were harshly disproven. My whole world was turned on its head. Everything I believed in was shown to be only one of many ways, only one point of view… or even outright false. I think that did it for me. So angry. I can still feel the heat from that anger sometimes when I think about it. It smoldered inside me and often when I opened my mouth it came out as a plume of fire.
So now I sit here as a man who’s forced to confront his own passions and his own past. I’m forced to reconcile my beliefs with my actions. Do I still feel the same? On most thing, sure. But I’ve gained a new respect for the concept of perspective. Was our country run by a government that resorted to criminal tactics to achieve personal gain against the will of its people? Yes. Was it the first time? No. Will it be the last? Again, no. So was some of my more rigorous thrashing necessary? Probably not. One instance I can’t get out of my head involved a person who sent me an alarmist video about Obama’s race and religion as disqualifying factors for his presidency. I think I must have been having an especially bad day, because I fired back a reply that I knew within an hour or two was a mistake. I essentially accused them of being a bigot in words I should never have used. I apologized and it was let go, but it’s never left my mind. I think I have never been so utterly ashamed of myself. In fact, I think that was the moment when I stopped trying. That was the moment when I realized that nothing I think, nothing I have to say, or nothing I believe in is worth making someone else feel like something the cat drug in.
If you’re reading this and know who you are, I’m still overwhelmingly sorry for how that may have affected you and those around you. I’m sorry for the words I chose and for the tone in which I chose to convey them. I hope that moment is not etched in your mind the way it is in mine. Know that, at least, I learned a valuable lesson in temperance, deference and respect from that.
So I’m left wondering what I have to say… what I have to contribute. I think of many things to write, but usually come back to refute my own words before I have the chance to write them, or they become lost in a sea of relevancy. All things are relative to your position, right? Almost makes argument a moot point. How frustrating is that? (very)
Well, my fantastic breakfast has come and gone, as has my third cup of coffee. I’m off to the house to clean now and do something productive with my Sunday before starting my six-day week again. Hope you are all well and enjoying people around you, wherever you may be. Have a great week, everyone.
But now I find myself without much to say. I’ve had a lot of issues with that for awhile. You may have noticed the sharp decline in the frequency of my posts over the past 6 months that coincided with my desperate search for real work. A lot of that was because I got too depressed and much of what I had to say was whiny and depressing. Not only did I reach a point where I didn’t want to pass that along, but articulating my problems into words often made the depression worse. What I’ve found on the other side of that trauma, though, is that I am still reluctant to write most of the time. I’m not sure what, in particular, made it happen, but I’ve lost my voice since leaving school. A lot of things have played into my silence. Leaving school and joining the “real world” did nothing short of crush my soul. Losing my job was the twisting foot that insured my last ember was put out. Unsuccessfully looking for good work for 6 months all the while being tossed around between jerks and douchebags and breaking my back at anywhere up to 4 jobs at once was the rain that soaked my ashes just to make sure they wouldn’t relight. And all the while I was force-fed the harsh realization that no matter how smart I am, no matter what I know, no matter what I understand, what I love, what I desire or what I think is right, the world is the way it is and doesn’t give a damn about me. That hurt. It was especially hard because I’ve lived in such seclusion for the better part of 7 years. Not only was I sheltered from the world by the academic shield, but I was sheltered from society at large by my own hermitage. I guess I got to a point where I turned around and looked behind me and was forced to ask, “what is different for all my thrashing about?”
I’m still in limbo on that one. I don’t regret my viewpoints but sometimes I regret my audacity. I don’t believe it was ever a mistake to stand up for my beliefs, but I wonder sometimes if it was a mistake to stand on others’ fingers… with cleats. I’m in a difficult transition between youth and whatever it is that’s after youth. I’m more patient now. I’m wiser now. I am more tolerant now. I’m also exiting my angry phase… that’s what I call it, anyway. I’ve been so angry at everything for the past 7 years. I think it started with all the angst the Army programs you with. It makes you a good soldier. I forget sometimes that I’m a trained killer. (Do you?) I think it got worse from there with my parents’ divorce. That’s enough to make anyone angry. Then I got into school and began a shocking education process where many things I took for granted were harshly disproven. My whole world was turned on its head. Everything I believed in was shown to be only one of many ways, only one point of view… or even outright false. I think that did it for me. So angry. I can still feel the heat from that anger sometimes when I think about it. It smoldered inside me and often when I opened my mouth it came out as a plume of fire.
So now I sit here as a man who’s forced to confront his own passions and his own past. I’m forced to reconcile my beliefs with my actions. Do I still feel the same? On most thing, sure. But I’ve gained a new respect for the concept of perspective. Was our country run by a government that resorted to criminal tactics to achieve personal gain against the will of its people? Yes. Was it the first time? No. Will it be the last? Again, no. So was some of my more rigorous thrashing necessary? Probably not. One instance I can’t get out of my head involved a person who sent me an alarmist video about Obama’s race and religion as disqualifying factors for his presidency. I think I must have been having an especially bad day, because I fired back a reply that I knew within an hour or two was a mistake. I essentially accused them of being a bigot in words I should never have used. I apologized and it was let go, but it’s never left my mind. I think I have never been so utterly ashamed of myself. In fact, I think that was the moment when I stopped trying. That was the moment when I realized that nothing I think, nothing I have to say, or nothing I believe in is worth making someone else feel like something the cat drug in.
If you’re reading this and know who you are, I’m still overwhelmingly sorry for how that may have affected you and those around you. I’m sorry for the words I chose and for the tone in which I chose to convey them. I hope that moment is not etched in your mind the way it is in mine. Know that, at least, I learned a valuable lesson in temperance, deference and respect from that.
So I’m left wondering what I have to say… what I have to contribute. I think of many things to write, but usually come back to refute my own words before I have the chance to write them, or they become lost in a sea of relevancy. All things are relative to your position, right? Almost makes argument a moot point. How frustrating is that? (very)
Well, my fantastic breakfast has come and gone, as has my third cup of coffee. I’m off to the house to clean now and do something productive with my Sunday before starting my six-day week again. Hope you are all well and enjoying people around you, wherever you may be. Have a great week, everyone.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
confession is good for the soul...
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Ah the comforts of music...
I've discovered two fantastic musicians in the past two days and I thought I'd share. One, many of you will be familiar with and the other I would be surprised if any of you had come across. I went for a walk tonight and learned to play Bad Leroy Brown. I love it. Alright... now for you, videos. For me, dinner.
Thanks to LODGIcare2500 and HakanEhn for vids.
Thanks to LODGIcare2500 and HakanEhn for vids.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
My own local open mic...
One of the greatest hardships I've faced in moving away from our last apartment is the loss of my harmonica playing spots. It's a traumatic ordeal, let me assure you. I miss playing on top of the parking garage and I miss our old neighborhood. I've spent a fair number of hours already walking around our new neighborhood looking for good places to play. The neighborhood, itself, is a very old-money rich kind of neighborhood, so it offers pleasant scenery and solitude. Yesterday, I came upon a school a couple streets over where I can hide under an awning between two buildings and get great acoustics. That was a great find. It's my new parking garage. But tonight took the cake. I decided to go try an open mic tonight that's at a place several blocks away. As I was riding over, I passed a different, smaller open mic being held at the coffee shop a couple blocks from my place so I stopped there instead. It was a small, friendly crowd just there to listen to amateur music. I got up and played with my eyes shut and had a blast... played a couple of really nice tunes. Then when I opened my eyes two songs later, there was a guy sitting on the couch in front of me with a whole bunch of harmonicas out on his lap. I invited him to play and when he put his lips to that harp, I swear some blues magic came out. His name is Carlos and he's been playing for 20 years, though you wouldn't know it from his modesty. He played old school blues so well at first that I couldn't even play with him. I had to listen for several moments before I could venture to join in. It was awesome. We played probably the coolest blues I've ever had a part in. We were both excited to find another harp player and we'll meet again next Wednesday at the Java Hut for a weekly jam! So awesome to find that so close to home.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Worst first night without girlfriend ever
So this morning I took Katy to the airport and said goodbye to her for the next 2 months. She'll be at home in Toronto for a couple of weeks visiting her folks and her friends and then she's off to Amsterdam for a month of school. So naturally, tonight could not have gone without incident.
All was well when I got home from work, save the eerie quiet of an empty house and the distinct lack of hugs. I paced around trying to decide what to do with myself until finally I committed to cooking dinner. That started okay, but about five minutes from being done, I blew the main breaker for the apartment. Too much power draw. I had a few too many lights on, the radio and my wok. I think it blew when the fridge kicked in. Stupid old wiring. So this wouldn't have been a problem, except the main breaker isn't located in our apartment. It's across the hall. In a locked room. I was very fortunate, though, in that one of my neighbors is a handyman for the building's owner. He didn't have keys to the locked room, but he did have all the right phone numbers to call to get someone here to help. No one was answering their phones and I had to wait 3 hours before the building manager arrived, but when he got here, we flipped the switch and all was well. It turns out that 75% of our electrical isn't on the breaker in our apartment. Sheez...
So once I got the lights back on I started cleaning up the kitchen and packed the leftovers from dinner (which, thankfully, were finished enough to eat when the breaker blew) for my lunch tomorrow.
I dropped them.
I want my girlfriend back already.
All was well when I got home from work, save the eerie quiet of an empty house and the distinct lack of hugs. I paced around trying to decide what to do with myself until finally I committed to cooking dinner. That started okay, but about five minutes from being done, I blew the main breaker for the apartment. Too much power draw. I had a few too many lights on, the radio and my wok. I think it blew when the fridge kicked in. Stupid old wiring. So this wouldn't have been a problem, except the main breaker isn't located in our apartment. It's across the hall. In a locked room. I was very fortunate, though, in that one of my neighbors is a handyman for the building's owner. He didn't have keys to the locked room, but he did have all the right phone numbers to call to get someone here to help. No one was answering their phones and I had to wait 3 hours before the building manager arrived, but when he got here, we flipped the switch and all was well. It turns out that 75% of our electrical isn't on the breaker in our apartment. Sheez...
So once I got the lights back on I started cleaning up the kitchen and packed the leftovers from dinner (which, thankfully, were finished enough to eat when the breaker blew) for my lunch tomorrow.
I dropped them.
I want my girlfriend back already.
Monday, July 06, 2009
A fresh start
I was going to sit and write tonight because I've neglected to for so long, but instead I spent that energy cleaning up and changing the blog's appearance. It's needed it for awhile. So there will be no foolishness from me tonight.
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