SOTD: Say My Name, "Goldilocks Water"

Sep. 18th, 2025 10:07 pm
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This popped up on my playlist today while I was doing some yardwork and I loved it. When I came in, I watched the video, and I loved it more: They were apparently copying Weeekly's aesthetic, which I fine with me: I can always use more of Weeekly's aesthetic, especially now that Weeekly has disbanded. Enjoy!

Happy National Cheeseburger Day!

Sep. 18th, 2025 08:23 pm
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Determined Explorations
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1931
[May 5, 2020, early morning]


:: In the morning, Aidan is determined to learn the lay of the land, and hopefully, find work. Part of the Edison’s Mirror arc. ::


Back to Settling Down
To the Index
On to




Shortly after dawn, Aidan strode silently to the front door, leaving Vic curled up with Ed, though the teen was reading a book he’d found in his previous day’s walkabout. “We’ve got food for the day,” Vic whispered. “See if you can find a good spot for tonight though, because Ed’s not going to be any less panicky, possibly for months. Small would be good, maybe just a shed or something, so he knows that we’re right there with him. After so much time in an underground space, I wouldn’t be surprised if he is a bit afraid of open places and avoids looking at the sky, though that could go on for years.”

“I’m looking for work just as much,” Aidan insisted.
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A Day at the AWS Show

Sep. 18th, 2025 03:45 pm
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L.A. Trade Show journal #4
At the show · Wed, 16 Sep 2025. 5:30pm

Today has been the trade show. AWS Summit - Los Angeles. The show's now winding down for the day. People started disappearing around 3pm, presumably to try to beat the traffic home, though the show formally goes through 6pm. This has been my first chance today to catch my breath.

I only got to the show just after 10am. I was busy with other tasks, time-sensitive ones, working in my tiny hotel room on the children's chair at my combination nightstand/desk. I had intended to get to the show at 9 but that didn't work out. So at about 9:55 I zipped up my bag, rode the elevator down to the ground floor, and... walked across the street.

The walk from my hotel to the LA Convention Center (Sep 2025)

That's right, my morning commute today was a walk across the street. Okay, it was kind of a walk across two streets because I had to get to the diagonally opposite corner. 🤣 This is the entire reason why I booked that tiny hotel room knowing it was tiny— and paid a pretty penny for it. Because it's Right. Here.

Minutes later I'd picked up my badge and registration and was ready to hit the show floor.

At the AWS Summit in LA (Sep 2025)

Traffic at our booth was steady across the day. That was frankly a relief— from a value-for-our-dollar perspective— from last week's trade show, where we had stretches of an hour or more with no meaningful conversations in the booth.

Things did get busy for me in the middle of the afternoon when I had three scheduled demos in a row with different customers. One brought a group of 9-10 people, ranging from devops engineers to a devops lead, to a manager and a VP. And they kept me busy, firing tough questions at me from all sides. I think I did pretty well, though. I look forward to us moving to the next stage with them.

Throughout the day I also saw, and chatted with, a few customers I've been working with for years. It was great to see them "in 3D" again... especially because some of them I've been working with for over 4 years and don't think I've ever met f2f. Plus a few people who stopped by the booth recognized me from portraying Jenkins at the other trade show last week even though I was "Clark Kenting it" today.

Well, the show's winding down now, but the day's not over. My company is sponsoring an after-hours reception at a bar a few blocks away. "Grab a drink and some snacks with us and wait for the traffic to die down before going home," we've been encouraging people all day.

It's a nifty way of framing the event. I don't know, though, how much of a turnout we'll get. Many people have already left to beat the traffic. And I don't blame them. I know if I were on the other side of the table today, I'd value getting home by 5pm to have dinner with my family over having a free drink of two on some company's dime and then getting home at 8:30.

We made it!

Sep. 18th, 2025 10:27 pm
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We got to our lovely Airbnb flat not long after 9 this evening.

The day started with a fire alarm in our hotel at 7:20am, which didn't feel like a great start -- though at least it stopped while we were still sleepily pulling on enough clothes to go outside. And, more importantly, it gave D the chance to check right away if he could book an earlier sailing than Saturday. And he could! This afternoon! So it was nice to have some good news first thing...even if this booking was of course immediately followed by the same automated text he got yesterday about how the sailing could be canceled at short notice because of the weather.

D and I got up for breakfast, I had tasty mushrooms and eggs and was introduced to the tattie scone which immediately enters the small pantheon of potato products I'm actually excited to see (I'm usually pretty indifferent to them) because it was amazing.

We took some breakfast back for V, D told his boss why he wouldn't be working today as planned, and we all got ready to go just in time for checkout at 11. We hung around for a lovely walk in the grounds of the hotel with V pointing out bugs on the flowers and even picking up some lichen that they knew had fallen off the trees (very tall, with lots of what even I could recognize as Douglas firs along many other massive old trees) to let me see and touch it. It's so lovely how they carefully describe what I can't see so I can enjoy all the flora and fauna that they do.

After sharing a restorative pot of tea in the hotel bar, we went literally down the road to what had been the Strathpeffer Spa train station and is now a café, gift shop, and the Highland Museum of Childhood. I am fascinated by Strathpeffer as a name, and not just because I find it impossible to say (it always goes wrong when I get to -thp-!). It finally got me to look up the word strath which I figured out from context clues would be something Gaelic to do with a river and sure enough. "Peffer" feels so German to my Minnesotan brain, and I noted Strathpeffer being described as "the most un-Scottish of Scottish towns...variously compared to Harrogate in Yorkshire and to a Bavarian mountain resort." But that's just a coincidence; Bavarian perhaps in architecture but not in name. According to what I can find about how the place got its name, it and the other "Peffer streams" ("Peffer occurs as a burn name in Inverpeffray (Crieff), and there are two Peffer burns in Athelstaneford (Haddington), also a Peffer Mill at Duddingston...") are "likely to be connected with the root seen in Welsh ‘pefr’, beautiful, fair; ‘pefrin’, radiant; ‘pefru’, to radiate."

Anyway. We enjoyed the museum, bought treats in the shop (mostly for me: fingerless gloves in a Fair Isle knitted pattern, socks with space designs on them, and a fancy bar of chocolate, but V got a teeny cute thing of some kind which they'd picked up and said "I'm turning into an old person, I'm collecting tchotchkes!" as they held it up). We had lunch at the café, with the help of an adorable spaniel who flopped right down like he'd been our dog forever, who turned out to be called Fudge and worked hard for the teeny crusts of cheesy bread I gave him and a bit of tuna mayonnaise from V's sandwich. He's well known to the café staff, who told us his name.

From there we went to Ullapool, still hopeful for the ferry, and with an hour to kill looked in the bookstore and some touristy stores where I was told how nice a £150 wool sweater would look on me, and bought some boring stuff at Boots (my eczema has been hellish lately because I've been so stressed, and also I bought my own razor now that I need one!) before sitting by the harbor watching the boats and the gulls and just having a nice time until it was time to head back to the car which we'd left in line for the ferry. Even as we were driving on to the boat I was trying not to let myself get too relieved, remembering the RVs I saw having to drive back off again yesterday with the last-minute cancellation. But it was fine. We went up on to the deck to watch the ferry leave the harbor, had dinner (I was tempted by Calmac and cheese but I'd just had mac and cheese for lunch and thought I could use slightly more variety in my diet so went for a veggie burger and salad) and then sat in the "observation lounge" where there was increasingly less to observe as we got away from the islands near shore and also it got dark but we had relatively comfy seats and everyone was tired by then. I didn't sleep but listened to an audiobook and rested my eyes.

And like I said we got to Stornoway slightly delayed but otherwise fine, it was a very smooth crossing -- V was surprised how much so --and since we're staying in the same flat those two had last year they know the location and the layout and everything, it was the easy welcome we needed.

We hauled our stuff inside and have done various things to make ourselves feel at home: D has set up his PS5 to do his daily tasks in the couple of games he's playing, V put away the food we brought, I had a shower. D and I have also had a bit of a bottle of cherry wine I was won over by yesterday thanks to the copy on the label:

Luxury cherries from Blairgowrie make this thrilling wine a cherrylicious event.
Rich and moist, dark and silky, Little Red Riding Hood lost in the Black Forest.
Van Morrison was always going on about Sweet Cherry Wine, in an unrelated incident.

We bought it yesterday, saying we'd have it when we got to our flat that evening, and then of course we didn't. It tasted great tonight.

Thankful Thursday

Sep. 18th, 2025 07:29 pm
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Today I am thankful for...

  • Kaleidofolk's new album starting to come together,
  • Mario of StudiOjo in Wateringen. Also, having a professional recording studio walking distance (450m) from our house.
  • Learning a lot about recording. NO thanks for my scratch tracks being barely usable. Oops.
  • Bandmates (m and N) with an ear for harmony, as well as m's voice coaching.
  • Bronx's growing talents as a snuggler. He may be taking lessons from Ticia. Also, having a cat to keep my back warm on cold nights.
  • 5mm cube magnets.

Breakage by Mary Oliver

Sep. 17th, 2025 01:11 pm
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I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.
It's like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
      full of moonlight.

Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.

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Link

We now have a washer again

Sep. 16th, 2025 06:22 pm
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I am just brimming over with excitement.

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Fun with autocorrect

Sep. 18th, 2025 10:39 am
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I was trying to type the information for an art exhibition into the to-do app on my phone. I had typed "University of," and the three options that autocorrect offered me were "Nature," "Art," and "Style."

Obviously none of these were correct, but they're all universities I would have considered attending if I had known about them earlier in my life. ;)

New York City, part 2

Sep. 18th, 2025 09:37 am
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First, a small surprise: there are some subway stations, usually the less busy ones, that won’t let you double back without exiting. So it’s good to be sure which train you need in advance, and for that, the MTA is clearer than Google.

I’m glad I’m a Florida girl who likes to dress lightly: the subway stations are warm and humid.

On to Central Park! Such mellow. Very exercise. Dawgz. Also a park bench dedicated to a late FDNY chief admonishing people to “check your smoke detectors or you’ll end up sleeping here.” Truly a New York moment.

But I had a destination on the far side of the park: the Guggenheim Museum, whose building, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright, features an iconic spiral ramp around a central rotunda.

The building does indeed kick butt, with the permanent collection in side galleries that branch discreetly off the spiral ramp. Another New York moment: the Guggenheim’s curators mince no words about Gaugin’s gross attitudes.

The artist featured on the main ramp was Rashid Johnson, who I’d never heard of. He’s what was once called a race man: his work is full of allusions to Black and West African culture and history. I dug some of it.

There was a trans docent talking to a group at the top of the ramp. Go us!

On the way back through the park, I saw the obelisk from a distance, but I didn’t check it out because my feet were trashed. Two hours of horizontal time ensued.

After dinner, I took a C downtown to the west Village, wherein lies the most adorable and compact lesbian bar I’ve ever seen, the Cubby Hole. I ended up chatting with a trans woman who (of course) works for Google. We talked about trans things, boy howdy.

I’m not quite sure why I’m neither hung over nor crippled. I figured goddess wants me to go to MoMA as soon as I pay for breakfast.
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L.A. Trade Show journal #3
Downtown · Tue, 16 Sep 2025. 9:30pm

I'm at my hotel in downtown Los Angeles. It's the Moxy hotel, in one of the newer high-rises downtown. Actually a lot of the high-rises downtown are new to me. The last time I stayed in downtown LA was in the early 00s, and there's been a building boom since then with new hotels and residential towers.

I knew when I booked the Moxy that the rooms here are small. Like, tiny by US standards; and more like what I saw at salaryman hotels in Tokyo. But still I didn't expect it to be quite this small....



I have to squeeze past the foot of the bed to get to the other side. The only furniture in here is two tiny nightstands and a kid-sized chair. One of the nightstands is meant to double as a desk— and that's what the tiny chair is for.

Also, the gal at the front desk who checked me in gushed about my elite status (Marriott Titanium) and the upgrade they had for me. It's an upgrade to a City View room. Except the city view is a view of the convention center, two major freeways, and a freeway interchange.

One big plus, though— and this is the primary reason I booked at the Moxy— is that the convention center is right across the street. I won't have a long trek tomorrow to/from the show, which will especially be good if I need to make the trip twice.

Update: The longer I spend in this room the worse its design gets. It's like the designers didn't even spend 2 hours trying to stay in this room, even as a solo traveler, for even a few hours, let alone a full night. In addition to the problems I identified above, there's pretty much no horizontal surface onto which to place things. Need to lay out clothes to change into? Lay them on the bed. Need to open a briefcase to find something? Have to lay it on the bed. I do not like using my bed as a workbench, but here I have to! Hanging clothes is silly. The only places for hangers either (a) leave my clothes dragging on the ground because they're so low, or (b) have my clothes hanging over the front of the TV because, yes, that's where the hanger hooks are. And the lighting in this room is terrible. It's like living in a dive bar.

As Big as the Sun

Sep. 17th, 2025 08:36 pm
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Erica seems to have entered an absurd questions phase, and her preferred question is "what if there was a [type of object] as big as the sun?" I do not understand her new obsession with solar-scale constructs. (What brand of toothpaste does the sun use? Solgate!)

The Somerville primary election was yesterday, so we have the pretty exciting news that we're going to get a new mayor. The current mayor got absolutely wrecked in the primary and didn't manage to make the cut to top-two. The general will be between two challengers who are both current city councilors. It will be really interesting to see how they present their ideas as they campaign head-to-head, much more interesting than if the general were mostly a referendum on the incumbent.

I finished (the first season; apparently it's renewed for a second and I can't wait, but the first season also feels like it stands on its own) watching Common Side Effects, that show is spectacularly great. It's an animated sci-fi story centering around a mushroom that can cure anything. Reminds me a hair of King of the Hill (no coincidence, Mike Judge is a producer and one of the voice actors) and Scavengers Reign (Joseph Bennett is also one of the creators), but also reminds me a lot of Pulp Fiction and Paranoia Agent. It's not a comedy, but it is quite funny in addition to dramatic. It has a somewhat caricature-esque sketch-artist style for the character designs, in addition to some lush scenery and creative psychedelia and a bit of surreal horror. Apparently a good way to do comedy drama is just have all of the characters be huge weirdos in one way or another. There are lots of interesting ways to be weird, and no one is really normal, after all.
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What I’ve Read
My Happy Marriage Vol 1 & 2 – Akumi Agitogi
A manga in a slightly fantastical Taisho-era Japan setting. Our beautiful humble kind and gentle main character has been send to the garden by her family to eat worms -aka, she’s been displaced from her place of comfort to the role of a servant by an evil step mother and half sister. She is relieved to discover that the arranged marriage she was set to is, in fact, perfectly arranged-- the self-contained and stoic male lead is actually soft and squishy, adores her, and wants to take care of her. It’s very much an id-fic style indulgence, and I enjoyed it a good deal. It was a bit slow. I started it because I found the anime and was a bit curious, but on review, I think the anime might be a better go.

Harriet Tubman: Live in Concert – Bob the Drag Queen – I really enjoyed this book and it was also a very strange book. It’s technically a fantasy, in that it involves an impossible conceit: Harriet Tubman (among other historical notables) returning to the modern world, and in Miss Tubman’s case, wanting to engage with the modern Black American through music and performance. But, it’s literally just a conceit – the main appeal of this book is a personal exploration of the Underground Railroad’s most famous members, in their own voices. The characters are personal and the meaning of freedom is both pragmatic and spiritual. They are all conversations with a modern viewpoint character, who is not actually Bob the Drag Queen. He’s a gay Black music producer who had some rough patches in his journey, but achieved enough success that Harriet Tubman asked to work with him.

I’m charmed by the book – it’s history as personal story, and I enjoyed the main character’s emotional roller coaster of awe, humiliation, and self respect. The book does not shy away from difficult self reflection, and I think the audiobook was pretty fantastic.

Unnatural Death by Dorothy Sayers – A Lord Peter Wimsey mystery from 1927 - Sayers is great, the characters are well sketched out, the mystery is plausibly tricky! I think the main heroine of the book is the newly introduced Miss Climpson – she channels her natural nosiness for justice and seems to have a wonderful time doing it. (There’s a wonderful passage where Lord Wimsey laments that the England’s greatest investigative resource - nosy older women - is being squandered and divided amongst the populace. He’d have a crack set of smart women ferreting out murderers as a public service, if he could just persuade the police to hire them!)

I’ve read Sayers out of order, so I do miss Harriet Vane, even if she wasn’t written into the book yet. I did find that this book, like Strong Poison and Have His Carcase, focus a good deal on the cleverness of the means of murder, and how medical knowledge shapes the understanding of the crime. However, I know about hemophilia and I about air bubbles in injections killing people, so I feel a bit cheated when the first thing I think of is meant to be a big revelation. However, these stories are so fun to read, and Sayers is so generous with the intelligence and dedication of her side characters, that I don’t mind going for the ride even if the destination is no surprise.

This one had a some real marks of 1927 on it, tho. Sayers has a certain respect for the cleverness of her murderers that makes you almost root for them, but this one leans hard into the stereotype of “doing gender wrong makes you dangerous.” The murderer, a tall commanding and “mannish” nurse who uses her medical knowledge to kill and her strong personality to isolate other victims by manipulation, reads as lesbian. (Hard to tell how much is deliberate with these things – patterns of thought reveal bigotry you didn’t know you harbored.) The point is driven home when she isolates a younger woman to be her particular friend, to move out to a remote farm and do all her housekeeping, and to eschew the company of any other person, but particularly men. It’s obviously a bad relationship whether they are lovers or not, but it’s structured so all the evils of it are attached to the characters’ deviation from their gender’s expected role in society. To a reader unfamiliar with gay tropes of the era, it might fly under the radar; but I’m not and it hit and I feel a bit queasy about that section of the book. Caveat lector.

My friend has a term called “the shot dog factor” – whatever you post on the internet, there’s always a chance that someone will come into your comments acting like you shot their dog. The risk is never zero. But you can shave off the worst likelihood with placating asides about what you really actually mean. Sayers, writing for herself, in a different century, has no fear of her dog getting shot. Sometimes I think that’s all the difference.

What I’m Reading
Whose Body -Dorothy Sayers – I appear to be in a mood. This is the first one and hinges on joint mysteries of a body found in bathtub and the disappearance of an upper crust Jewish financier. Since it’s also from the 1920s, it’s got some… choice language about Jewish people, tho the characters are all generally about as non-antisemetic as one could hope from upper crust English people in the 1920s.

Worn – Sofi Thanhauser. I feel bad, because I held out such hope for this audiobook, but the narrator is mournful throughout. Lots of the work of modern fabric creation is, in fact, worth of mourning – we depend on the exploiting the labor of underpaid people across the globe who deserve fair compensation; fabric creation depletes natural resources at a devastating clip – HOWEVER, not all of it needs to be talked about in sepulchral tones! I’ve heard Gregorian chant that was less of a downer. Slow going.

Lent by Jo Walton – continues beautifully and complexly and sadly. The book club enjoyed the first half and the Big Twist in the middle.

What I’ll Read Next
The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin for book club 
Witness for the Dead by Katherine Addison
Monsters and Mainframes?
I feel due for a Pratchett.
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Settling Down
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1712
[May 4, 2020, night]


:: Back to the cabin where Ed an Aidan are waiting, the next challenge is that Ed is petrified of sleeping alone. Part of the Edison’s Mirror arc. ::


Back to Unfamiliar Terrain
To the Index
On to Determined Explorations




After their supper of mostly foraged vegetables, Vic helped to dry the dishes and put them away while Aidan grumbled his way to the large bedrooms. “The only fireplace is desperately undersized. The kitten needs more warmth than the bedrooms have right now, and…” He passed out of Vic’s hearing range.

Ed slipped close, pressing against Vic’s side. He took the towel and began drying the next dish. “Aidan is trying to make everything ‘normal’ for us,” the boy whispered hoarsely. “Nothing is normal. Nothing can ever be normal again.”

Swallowing hard, Vic nodded as he accepted a mug. “It hurts. It’ll hurt a little less a bit at a time, and… And then there will be bad days that hurt just like it’s all brand new, but those days will get farther apart,” he murmured.
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Good news/bad news

Sep. 17th, 2025 09:41 pm
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Welp. Remember when you told me I shouldn't need to chair a work meeting while I'm on vacation?

The good news is, I'm not going to.

The bad news is, it's because I can't. The plan was that we'd be at our Airbnb by tonight and D and I would both work from there tomorrow while V started to recover from the journey.

And we're not at the Airbnb because our ferry to the island we're actually planning to visit, where V's son lives, was canceled. So last-minute that when we got to the port we saw vehicles driving off of it that had already boarded.

We couldn't stay anywhere in the small town where the ferry port is. It has hotels and B&Bs but not enough for an extra ferryload of people at short notice. Poor D had to drive forty minutes back the way we came just for us to get a room at all.

And our ferry crossing has been re-booked, for Saturday. No ferries until then. Allegedly; apparently this can change at short notice. But even if it does, it's hard to plan accommodation or anything else.

And in the meantime we're grateful just to have a roof over our heads (we're staying in the attic, so the slanted roof is only just over my head on this side of the room!). And we'll figure out what happens tomorrow.

But in the meantime, checkout is at 11, and so is this precious meeting. I already told my boss, when we didn't know where if anywhere we'd be tonight to explain, and he wrote back that he was sorry to hear this and to message him in the morning if he's needed to sit in. If! I'm not impressed that even I don't know where I'll sleep tonight and I won't have WiFi tomorrow lunchtime isn't enough to get him to understand that he has to chair this meeting.

Except for this massive snag and the possibility of V not being able to see their kid at all this year, which is a real "other than that Mrs. Lincoln how was the play," we've actually had a lovely day. We all were up and at 'em in good time to leave the nice place in Stirling where we broke the journey last night. We had time to visit the Highland Folk Museum on the way, which D picked up a brochure about when he was in a long queue to buy sandwiches for lunch at the café with the highland coo (Scottish for "cow") statue everyone gets their photo taken next to, including me now, and we were delighted at the serendipity. It was lovely to see an example of the blackhouses that I'd heard V talk about, and a loom shed for weaving the famous Harris tweed.

I am with my two humans and we are going to wait for more decision-making information and capacity after a night's sleep and maybe some updates from the much-cursed ferry operator.

Rejected video for 'The Studio' post

Sep. 17th, 2025 03:00 pm
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I watched this and decided I didn't want to include it in 'The Studio' wins four more Emmy Awards for a total of thirteen.

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