Friday, May 11, 2007

Jeebus Corpses

[ARCHIVE: At this time in my life, I was in Taiwan, teaching English to junior high school kids. Living abroad was the beginning of my increased interest with United States politics, partly because I was starved for any news, partly because I started thinking outside of the "gaming news is the only thing that matters to me" thought box.]Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, your position dictates that you are the head of the Department of Justice. Naturally such a position should be well versed in law policy and the current practices thereof. So, in regards to haebus corpus, do you know if any U.S. citizens are currently being held by the government and denied haebus corpus, that is, without formal legal charges brought against them?

Gonzales: LOL, i dunno.

These are the men that are running the country, United States citizens. Men who do not and will not defend your right to an expedient and clear prosecution. Men who do not deem it even worth consideration. Men asking for the right to treat anyone and everyone however they see fit while parading the justification that it is "all for your protection."

Alarmingly, this is not the only attack on civil liberties being levied against you by the current administration. You are told not to speak about seeking peace, for it would be unpatriotic. You are corralled into faraway "free speech zones" if you choose to protest current policies. You are threatened with incarceration and intrusion should you even question the policies of the government.

And yet you do nothing. You've never known somebody who's been unjustly detained, nor fined for expressing their opinion. Your cry and you weep about how the "liberal media" misrepresents your religion, yet you cry fowl if a Persian is on television for forgetting to remove a tube of toothpaste from his carry-on. It doesnt affect you, and it's not worth raising a fuss so long as you have your daily beer and your Fox News.

So, America, what happens when all the dissenters are gone? What if your administration proves successful, and there is nothing left but a nation of yes-men? What if there is no need for freedom of speech, for everyone parrots the same ideas? What if there is no need for a search warrant, for anyone suspected of wrong-doing must be guilty of thinking of treason, if not of practicing it?

Do you suppose your government will rest on its laurels? Leave well enough alone and retires into the night? Or will they, in the absence of clear targets, begin manufacturing them?
Suddenly, your father is taken away because he expressed interest in a movie that made Iraqis pitiable. Your daughter is questioned for lending a crayon to a black child whose grandfather was a Black Panther. You express dissatisfaction with your boss, and find yourself in a reevaluation camp because your words made him "uncomfortable."

What will you do, America, when the people you trusted to defend you perceive you to be your greatest threat?

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Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Delirium

[ARCHIVE: I thought it would be nice to write something that was positive for a change. Just because negative things are what ususally cause me to speak up, I don't want to misrepresent myself as being always negative.]

I like talking with friends.

Don’t get me wrong, for the most part I’m pretty introverted. I guess developing coping mechanisms and the ability to amuse yourself (electronically or otherwise) comes with being an only child. An only child of a single-parent family. And only child of a single-parent Asian family in a town of all white people. So no, Jack Thompson, not all of us who play video games are gearing up to become serial murderers. Some of us are doing it for, y’know, entertainment.

But there are several points in your life where you’ll meet somebody and really connect with them, so much so that anything becomes viable subject matter. Poop, art, artists, cigarettes, coffee, right back to poop, it’s all up for grabs. And it’s not boring in the least, because the dialogue is serving the true purpose of interaction. It’s not so much what you talk about, but the information you get about the other party. This can be straight-forward, when one talks about feelings and emotions, but even when evaluating different movie preferences, you get an insight into what makes them tick. The latter is important because, as a manly man man, comparing different predilections is almost all you have to gauge personality.

Of course, being fairly introverted and (let’s face it) slightly self-absorbed, I go long times where I just don’t talk to people. Old friends, good friends, family, I just don’t communicate about matters that don’t have a practical value (“Where is the water closet?”). This was a huge problem in college, where half the experience is getting out and talking to people. I found some friends, most of them just like me. A little bit on the quiet side, playing video games and watching movies to pass the time. But thankfully, they weren’t all.

So I had/have/has/will-have-going-to-have this friend, um… for tradition’s sake we’ll call her Delirium (no, not that Delirium). She’s been a really good friend to me, despite long absences and foisted drama on my part. It’s been that way since the beginning. The beginning being 9/11, for those that didn’t know. It was a rough time for everyone in the States, and aside from those of us who knew people in New York, our proximity to D.C. added another layer of cocern and agitation over the whole thing. Not a lot of people emphasize the Pentagon and its attack nowadays (except for the crackpots), but it was a regular commute for people who lived in our area.

I kinda missed the whole thing myself; I was asleep in the library, already cutting class in the second week of the semester. But the impact on life extended for weeks afterwards. I trudged to classes despite angry rants by some professors that having classes after such an event was ludicrous and asinine. But every day I came back, there was a freshman (it was my second year) glued in front of the lounge television, absent-mindedly eating peanut butter from the jar. It was the first time she had moved away from home, and the sheer drama and scope of the event overwhelmed her a little bit. I made a joke about her not having classes, to which she offered a feeble response, and it just grew from there.

I can’t say we were already the best of friends, or that we were always there for each other. College drama has a way of drawing lines in the sand and suddenly you find that you’re facing off. Sometimes your life is filled with pressing obligations and you get so caught up in them that you don’t notice how little time you have for the old things. There are moments where you’re a complete dick and just cut ties refusing contact even when you know they could use your support. But surprisingly, we’re still friends. Despite changing allegiances, emotional episodes, living together for a year (can’t believe she put up with me), I look back and I know my life is better because we both aspired for a lasting friendship and would eventually rebuild.

She graduated before me and we had a very understated goodbye. No tears on my part, just kind of a hug and a wave. She’s back in her home town now, doing the graduate school thing. She’s got a boyfriend (who is an awesome dude, so hands off), and they get along great, problems and all. She’s still figuring out life but I think she’s happy with where life is going, if not with where life exactly is at the moment. But I’m glad to have her as a sister, and I just thought you should know.

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Monday, May 7, 2007

Unwitting Martyr

[ARCHIVE: When I first saw this on the web, it really got me angry. It's one of the never ending line of examples of human worthlessness that makes me question if we really deserve to exist.]Du'a Khalil Aswad. Dead at the age of seventeen. The pictures, the video (playable in Real).

In brief, the teenage girl was stoned to death for going out with a boy of another religion. Accounts vary, but it was roughly about a thousand men from her hometown, possibly some of her own relatives, and a few local policemen. In addition, the mob had the audacity to record the execution with their camera phones. This will backfire for them, at least in the short term, since that's what happens when you record damming evidence of yourself committing heinous acts.

The mob justifies their actions as an "honor killing." Conflicting reports talk about a relationship to a Sunni boy (her family was Yazidi), possibly marriage or religious conversion. None of these reasons are justifiable for murder, especially not as gruesome, prolonged or cruel as this one. And yet basic human decency is superseded by religious dogma. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for religious freedom and different interpretations of the human spiritual experience. But when the cost is basic civility (no matter verbal, written or physical), there can be tolerance.

A brave man once said "Religion is supposed to comfort people, not scare them to death." Every single major religion Christianity/Judaism, Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam (well, Sufism anyway) , emphasizes the love of God for man, and the compassionate expression of this love between each other. No boundary is placed upon the set of people that one is supposed to care for. Jesus didn't say "Love thy neighbor, unless he has a PS3; those guys suck."

Actually, the argument about the inclusiveness of compassion doesn't even enter into it. Du'a was stoned to death to people of her own religion, most likely her own family. Where does one come up with the rationality for that? How do you find justice in a region that condones this behavior? How do you try a system? How do you force these men to open their eyes to the crimes they have committed, so that they may fully realize their guilt and be burdened with the weight of their actions?

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Saturday, May 5, 2007

Once more unto the breach

[ARCHIVE: This is the intro paragraph I wrote for my personal blog, Whiskey Tango. I like doing the "This Day In History" bit, but it does make me feel old.]Every few months or so, I get a correspondence from my old college roommate, mmm... we'll call him Alai (not for ethnic reasons, you understand), asking me about how I'm doing and sharing where he is in life. Now I have a handful of closer friends, fewer than most, that I keep in contact with this way. What's unique about his messages are that they always end with a suggestion to take up blogging once again.

College was a golden time for us. The year was twenty double aught, and America was at its best. The Matrix still had the public fooled into thinking Keanu could act. Microsoft had lost antitrust lawsuits levied against it. 9/11 was still a year away from ruining everything. And the Internet was still a wild frontier, being staked out by everyone and anyone with an email address and a bag full of html tags. Napster was still free, Scour dominated, BitTorrent hadn't even been developed yet (let alone sold out), and the Internet, not yet a series of tubes, was littered with unchecked spam pop ups.

And in the middle was Alai and me, babies given full reign in a magical chocolaty land of high-speed Ethernet. He devoured flash files like candy, while I gorged myself on webcomics. We discovered commercials we wouldn't have seen otherwise (it was free back then), found walkthroughs for every single video game we could download, discovered music we never would have heard of otherwise. And, we discovered a growing number of web pages that disseminated links and information fell into the category of weblogs.

It would take two more years (and a couple ex-girlfriends) before I actually entered the blagosphere myself. And I was pretty consistent about it. I liked the feeling of participating in a community (albeit an unseen one). It felt like a mashup between a relay race and a soapbox. Information had to be found, commented and expanded upon, and then handed off to the next unseen person. You might not know who would find the info and pass it along, but there was an ephemeral assurance that one's post was a small but integral piece of the information machine.

Of course, as happens to many people, I got caught up in the little issues of my life, rather than the observations. I spent less and less time commenting on the world and more time explaining to the world who I was and why I must be pitied. What started out as a fruitful mental exercise turned into intellectual self-masturbation. So I edited myself, deciding to save my words for worthwhile topics, and found that really, I had little to say.

Life went on. I graduated college and moved to a different country. It's been several months, and though I speak the native language more-or-less fluently, I keep tabs with the States (in some cases, not as well as I should), not just on video game developments and friendly exchanges, but real issues and news items. And in reading about the world, I became more involved. I rediscovered my voice. It's not yet as creatively original as I want it to be, but it's strong, opinionated, and
wants to be heard.

even if it likes to wack off every now and again :P

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Monday, March 5, 2007

NEW CONTENT!!!

...although not much.
Writer's Block

And old declassified content.
On Heroism
Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)
Penny

also, Eppy, Dub, you still need to upgrade to a fancy new Gmail powered blogger account.

UNLESS YOU WANT TO BACK OUT LIKE A SISSY!!!

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Writer's Block

Writer's block sucks. Literally. It doesn't matter how ingenious a train of thought might be, or how smooth the ride has been previously. When you slam into that wall of anti-thought, your momentum dives to zero, leaving a vacuous space within your brain cavity. Hours can go by while you try to get things going again. If you're easily entertained/distracted like I am, you measure your time in weeks or months. And sometimes, you measure it in the number of classes you skip/fail.

Part of the problem comes from a premature sense of finality or closure. You reach a certain point where you're really proud of all you've done and you can't think of anything that would top it, or at the very least add positively to it. There's an aura of stability that envelopes a finished thought, even if it narratively it isn't complete. Trying to carry on work without having a clear idea of where you're going can be disastrous.

The best examples of this are television shows. Normally, a good show starts off pretty solid and is crafted under the careful watch of a handful of creators. But when all the brilliant ideas are exhausted before the money stream stops, you get definitive television moments like Fonzie jumping over a shark, Clark marrying Lois (no wait, it's her evil frog-eating clone!), or a 30 second JD-and-Turk-keep-just-missing-each-other joke extended for four minutes.

But what does it mean for a writer, when he becomes blocked unilaterally? Like, not just in the middle of a story (which, no I'm not in the middle of writing), but stuff he hears on the news, things that happen in his life, movies that he sees on television that, while engaging and entertaining, he feels almost minimal amount of inspiration to write about? What if the block spans his entire brain?

What does that say about the person themselves? There's dozens of quotes about higher thought being the defining characteristic that separates us from the animals (as well as hundreds about God or gods and the Mandate of Heaven, but we won't get into that here). So if you lose the creative spark, are you that much closer to devolving into a TV-watching DS-tapping monkey? What meaningful contribution can you make to society if you can't muster a comprehensive opinion about what's going on around you? And how can you keep your writing from falling into the perilous category of pretentious masturbatory introspection (which I'm not sure I even managed to do with this one)?

Admittedly, this is a much broader analysis of a simple problem, but it's one that I come across frequently. When you think too hard about the process of being creative the process itself comes under scrutiny (especially when you talk to yourself as much as I do). I literally feel worse about myself as a person because I can't write as well as I'd like to when I want to. And as much as I might be enjoying other parts of my life that I've been focusing on more lately, this one little thing plagues me, festering within my cranium until my entire mind is focused (at least temporarily) on the thought that I can't think!

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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Intermittent

Still no sign of my muse. I'm getting ideas, but they all fizzle after like five sentences. In the meantime, here's three more archived pieces:

Blogprov: [Dublyner]
Saved (2004)
The Intruder

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Thursday, November 2, 2006

Aristotle and Tyranny (2005)

It seems that if I want to participate in a BLOG containing WRITINGS, I might have to actually write something.

Some day, I will. Today is not that day. Instead, here is some archive fodder.

[ARCHIVE: While taking a course on classical and medieval political theory, I was tasked with writing a short essay about Aristotle's reflections on tyranny. For all its shortcomings, this may be the best academic paper I ever wrote.]

Of the many diverse concepts addressed within Aristotle’s Politics, none is more controversial than the preservation of tyranny detailed in Book V. Aristotle very clearly despises tyranny, yet he devotes a chapter to its survival. Contemporary philosophers struggle with the purpose of this section; why was it included in a book focused on justice, virtue, and correct governance? Aristotle was not writing a manual for tyrants, and those ambitious demagogues that read it as such miss the point. Book V contains a concession; an acceptance that not every city is fallow ground for polity, aristocracy, or even kingship. The passages are a warning that all tyrannies will fall, and those ruled by might and cruelties are ever-more likely to face the blade of an assassin or the fires of revolution. If tyranny is the only government to take root, there are at least some actions a sovereign can perform to extend the longevity of his rule.


Aristotle divides his reflections on preserving a tyranny into two possible methods. These modes create the illusion of a choice to aspiring tyrants, but in actuality Aristotle is simply dichotomizing tyranny into the strategies of brutality and moderation. The more rudimentary mode of maintaining control is the iron fist. A brutish, merciless regime is detailed by Aristotle with specific examples of actions and conditions that help control the people. Aristotle explains that a body of people may be ruled best if they are groomed for tyranny. A ruler must not allow them to form solidarity or intellectual collusion. They must distrust each other, feel humiliated by their lot in life, and (being so convinced of the immense power of the state) consider the idea of revolution or reform an impossibility. Aristotle includes state espionage, poverty, flattery, narcissism, and primitive brainwashing in a list of techniques to oppress and control the population (1314a15). After focusing so closely on justice and order, the brutality of this regime forms a stark contrast to earlier chapters. Aristotle is quick to undercut these tactics with their ultimate affect: brevity. The brutish tyranny is effective, but short lived.


The second method, the kingly tyranny, approaches the issue of control through appeasement. Where a brutish tyrant rules through fear, and imposes his will with intimidation and power, a kingly tyrant appeals to the ideals of the people, and gives the impression that he is a public guardian of the state. Where a brute cleanses exceptional people from his city, a kingly leader personally honors “men of merit” to a degree higher than the general public would if the government was overthrown (1315a5). He maintains a record of purchases to appear fiscally responsible, and either moderates his use of drugs and “sensualities” or abstains from them completely (1314b31). A kingly tyrant respects and embraces the people’s religion, with enough conviction to appear genuine but not so much zeal that he appears foolish (1315a4). A kingly tyrant must spend the revenue of the state on public goods, if only to preserve the image that he serves the state and not his own petty lust for power or pleasure. Perhaps most importantly, he must reserve the call to war for necessity and seizure of resources, rather than expansion. As long as the people believe that the common good is the goal of the leader, they will not object to his rule.


Several critical questions arise when reflecting on these controversial chapters of the Politics; chief among them, motive. In a book devoted to the evolution of a supreme regime, why include detailed instructions on the preservation of what both Aristotle and Plato regarded as the worst form of governance? The Politics is an intellectual writing. It does not serve as propaganda, an article of persuasion, or a hidden lesson. Therefore, it is not limited to a singular thesis, and examines the task of governing a population with some level of objectivity. Aristotle reflects on the most common regimes as well as the most desirable. Conceding that not all cities will be suitable for the “best regime,” his work finds refinements possible in the most common types of government. Although he accepts that rule may be kept by force and might alone, Aristotle repeatedly gives examples of the short term of brutish tyrannies, and touches on the consequences of inciting the contempt of the people. Cruel rulers are more likely to generate hatred among the people, and whether by the actions of a single, “spirited individual” or the uprising of an entire faction, the regime will fall. Aristotle makes no promises about the lifespan of a tyranny save its inevitable fall, but gives some assurances that the closer it is to the typological ideal of kingship, the longer it may endure. Leading into Chapter 12, Aristotle lists the longest lasting tyrannies, and makes note of their nature. Even with moderation, honor, and respect of the people, the greatest tyranny only stood for a century. With such guaranteed fragility, Aristotle hardly praises tyranny as an admirable government, but appeals to those who wish to preserve a tyrannical regime with moderation.


One may question the prudence of including tips on extending the life of a tyranny in a work intended for distribution and education. Aristotle makes it clear at the start of Chapter 12 that “no forms of government are so short-lived as oligarchy and tyranny” (1315b12). Only through moderation and appeal to the common good will a tyrant appear as a king. However, appearing to serve the common good is not the same as actually serving it. While Chapter 11 praises moderation, honor, and kindness towards a tyrant’s subjects, it does not require a ruler to actually strive towards justice. Rather, he need only appear to be just, and hide his cruelties and exploitations from the public. This is not high-minded philosophy or a subtle sympathy for tyranny. This is gritty realism surfacing within Aristotle’s political theory; the same truth that Machiavelli will less tactfully approach centuries later. There are times and places where the people cannot be counted on to rule themselves. Through inefficiency, corruption, crime, or bureaucracy, certain publics do not possess the ability to maintain even the most undesirable forms of democracy or oligarchy. A strong, resolute leader must lead them, even if he doesn’t have the word of law or will of the people behind him. Until the populace is capable of producing anything besides anarchy or demagoguery, a firm but moderate tyrant may be the only suitable government available.


To accept tyranny in modern times is liberal blasphemy—we are a culture raised and washed with the ideal of a democratic republic. Aristotle is not burdened with the bias of a functional regime. Ancient Greece was populated with brutish tyranny, mob-rule democracy, corrupt oligarchy, and anarchy. Aristotle’s kingly tyranny is the advantage of the stronger, but few regimes of the time are concerned with justice or the common good. For all the ideals of his typology—kingship, aristocracy, and polity—their negative counterparts were far more prevalent. As an intellectual, Aristotle included analysis of realistic regimes along with idyllic scenarios. Book V is not an endorsement or strategy guide to tyranny. Aristotle’s reflections are a concession—the rise and fall of tyrannies are inevitable, and if they must exist, perhaps their brief spark across the span of time might be marked with moderation and the semblance of justice.

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Thursday, October 5, 2006

Follow-up

It took a little while, but inspiration finally struck.

Fahrenheit 316

In addition, I've uploaded three other archived stories/articles.

Excert from Every Hour Wounds(2005)
Nida
Blogprov: [psychodoughgirl6]

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Fahrenheit 316

Most times I feel good about the kind of Christian I am. I'm not overly committed or sure of myself, but I do good things, because I think that's what Jesus would have done. And I do my best to ignore the hypocrisy of extremists who thinks threatening people's lives is justified because the targets are considering abortion as a viable option, or that since someone belongs to a different ethnicity and/or faith whose own fanatics are committing atrocities, that makes them obvious (and justifiable) targets of God's wrath.

But sometimes I just can't ignore this shit.

The gist of the article is that a parent, upon hearing that his daughter's class was reading Fahrenheit 451, petitioned the school board to remove the book from the curriculum. If you've read the book, or even heard what it's about, you can appreciate the irony of this. For those who don't, here's the very brief overview: a man whose job is to burn prohibited literature begins to question his purpose when he reads one of the target books.

There is a willing and dangerous naivety at play here. Firstly, the man questions the worth of the book without reading it himself. By doing so, he is alleging that a full and accurate description can be derived from a superficial glance. If the same test were applied to, say The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe, one could say it is filled with dangerous ideas of witchcraft, heretical pagan practices and prepubescent delinquency. If applied to the Bible, the focus would surely be laid on the descriptions of incest (incestuous rape, at that), sodomy, and fraternization with prostitutes and loan sharks. These simplifications are completely slanted, but that's the point. The true substance of the story is lost when one focuses on only a few of the details, and the grossly insignificant ones at that.

Secondly, the man goes from half-baked formulation to outright refusal of the material in question. So not only is his view incomplete, but he acts on this information and immediately rejects the book. Without even attempting to get a complete picture, he precludes any dialogue that might redeem the book, or at least illuminate some positive points that exist along with the perceived negative ones. Imagine if your college professor had decided that your thesis was wrong just from reading the first sentence and immediately gave you a failing grade. Despite any kind of information, logic or evidence you might have to support your argument, it gets tossed aside by an unyielding mind. While incomplete assumptions are dangerous enough, close-mindedness can be even more harmful.

And yet, both of these could be forgiven. While I find such opinions deplorable, the thoughts of one individual, even if they were in my family, would not affect me. The ability to have complex ideas is the singular characteristic that sets us apart from all other life. The Bible even references this fact, stating that the Lord created God in his own image (which I interpret to mean not just physically but spiritually and psychologically as well). Free thought should be cherished in all its forms (more on this in a future article maybe). So for this man to attempt to impose his will on others is abhorrent to me. In his case, there was no imposition of ideology over his own. His daughter, displeased with the literature, was given an adequate substitute. No persecution took place (I say this as a preemptive strike against any responses about the "oppression" of Christianity in American public schools). Seeking to end a system that is (perceived as) domineering by replacing it with one that conforms with your own ideals is an exercise in hypocrisy.

So I read the news, about these Christians who can't even see the irony in trying to ban a book about the dangers of censorship. In the past, I would have written this off as being another extremist, a dissimilar individual who had somehow interpreted a gospel that preaches inclusive love and understanding to support their actions of intolerance and ignorance. But more and more I question if what I see truly is the fringe or not. As some of you already know, I'm working as a youth mentor at a Church in Taiwan right now. Most of my duties are limited to teaching English and monitoring the kids, but I also do Saturday morning English lessons for elementary school kids, as well as running team-building games for their youth group. And it's fine. I do good work, some for kids less fortunate than me, and I feel good about it.

But a week ago some visiting pastors from the Taiwan Presbytery regional office came to visit and they pressed me on attending seminary (which, for those who don't know, is essentially grad school for ministers). I gave what I felt were honest answers about my tenuous faith, my desire to initiate a refocusing of ideals within the church, and the need for a massive retooling in the presentation of Christianity in the public domain. But for each of these points I brought up, and the long minutes I spent explaining, defending and shaping these ideas to them, their answer remained the same each time (about every five minutes): go to seminary and you will learn all you need to.

I felt like I was talking to brick walls, confident in their habits despite the increasingly changing world. My first concern was overlooked, and my ideas about reinvention were dismissed. And these were the people who are meant to oversee all the different churches. These ideas were simply my musings on the subjects of Christianity, crafted as presentable as I could on the spot. Yet here too was the same unwillingness to listen to something that differed from guidelines set forth centuries ago for a society that no longer exists.

When did Christianity become a private club? Why is ignorance of the secular world considered a virtue? Why is God's grace inclusive in rhetoric yet exclusive in practice? How is it that I feel like the only Christian who even recognizes these problems, let alone ponders them? I understand the need for tradition and continuity, but to deny the evidence of increasing public indifference and the need for change address these issues would doom our religion to stagnation, a pride of ostriches with their head in the sand, unwilling to see the storm as it approaches.

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