2004...Going out with a bang!

Well readers, my office will be closed from Christmas Eve-Jan 3rd, and I will have intermittent internet access at best (try saying that ten times fast). So, as the year draws to an end, I'll just take the time to fill you in on my sentiments about 2004.

This year I went through a lot of Sh&*%T. I worked as a temp, spent my only vacation away for 10 days with my Mom, had to trade my beloved 1 bedroom for a share, my one time true love Britney Spears got all trashy and (even worse) married, and I felt generally as if I was going through a quarterlife crises.

But, I also had a lot of free time to enjoy the city, started going to the gym resulting in my hot new wardrobe, found a new job (to pay for said wardrobe), actually enjoy my funny Canadian roommate, and have already gotten a jump on my new years resolution to date more-or at least sleep around a little. So, all in all, I'm coming through it ok.

Thanks to all my family and friends for being there for me this year. I promise to reciprocate when/if your lives start to suck. Lets hope they don't.

Post me your resolutions and I'll check in with you about them during the year.

NYC Update: It’s Cold!

Well, it was actually much colder yesterday than today. Someone in my office was actually wearing a mink coat at her desk! Now maybe this is commonplace at, say, societywives.org but at my little nonprofit, it sends the wrong message. It’s not that I am a vehement anti-fur advocate, although I do think fur is kind of gross and tacky. Its just that nonprofit to me, means a somewhat small paycheck-or at least one ruling out mink officewear in the near future. Has anyone else seen this phenomenon?

America's Next Top Model Update

The votes are in, and America's Next Top Model is EVA. This "short" cutie (she's 5'7'') will soon be on billboard, runways, and magazines everywhere. Well, mabye we haven't seen much of the other two winners. But maybe 3 is a charm. Good luck Eva. Hope to see you somewhere other than Walgreens soon.

And yes, not only have they announced there will be a 4th season, but it has already been taped. Applications are up for Season 5!

The Rules According to Dreidel

What are the rules of dreidle you ask? The rules linked here seem to think that Gimel indicates some kind of german word for all, so that gimel means you get all of what's in the pot. Respectively, this set of rules says that Shin indicates a player should "put one in" to the pot from their stash. I have always thought it was gimel-give and shin-you win, but who am I to argue?

Now, for all of my goyim (non jewish pals), the words above may seem like some kind of code used for illegal gambling. Well, it kind of is.

Hope to see you all enjoying some latkes (potato pancakes) at my post chanukah open house tonight. Bring your dreidle!

Monday, Monday...

As usual, I convinced myself and my pals to go to our local neighborhood bar for some Sunday night drinks. I think I'm still on my schedule from being unemployed. While not too hungover, I did wake up to find some funny (I thought) symptoms of my drunkeness last night.

1. All clothes from last night-boots, socks, pants, top, jacket, scarf & gloves in a pile right in front of the bedroom door.
2. Very lovely knitting with one awful row at the top
3. Phone battery dead from the evil temptation whose name drunk dialing

Maybe I'll learn my lesson for next week, but we'll see.

I'm Sick....yuck!

I guess I had too much fun this weekend. Now I have that yucky cold that all my friends (hi beth) and co-workers have. Luckily, I'm spending tonight with my big sis getting some TLC-defined as Indian food, comfy couches, and the perfect balance of America's Next Top Model and West Wing. Thanks Sis!

Also, happy 2nd night of hanukah. Latkes will be forthcoming. As soon as I am not full of germs. I have 6 days to recover.

Big props to anyone who names the Jewish contestant from this season's ANTM (hint: it's not me silly)

Birthday Season Comes to a Close

Thanks once again to everyone for celebrating and putting up with my dedication to the 2 week-long birthday season. It is now officially over. Saturday night I had a party to christen my new place and celebrate the big 2-7. I'm sure you'll all be reading the details on Page Six, but I'll just let you know, a good time was had by all. It went until 4am, proving that 27 is NOT to old to party. Of course it will take me until next year to recover.

Highlights included:

A home-made birthday cake in the shape of um..well, boobs.
Sangria!
Not breaking any of my roommates belongings (yes, the wine came out of the futon)
Visits from all my pals-thanks guys!

See you all next year when I turn 28 on 11/28. I'm already sensing theme possibilities.

Celebrity News

Yes, finally a post centered on non-birthday news.

I have recently heard that everyone's favorite hobbit, Elijah Wood is moving to park slope. Asked about his return to the city, Wood is quoted saying “at some point, I am thinking about moving somewhere with trees, maybe Park Slope.”
Other sources tell me the new People goes into more detail.

Also, in America's Next Top Model News, Shandi-the runner up from last season is now working at walgreens in midtown.

Celebrity (and reality-star) stalkers, get to work.

Thanksgiving Roundup

What has gone on since last week? Well, I know the first thing coming to mind is probably my birthday, but there were a few additional events.

Wedesday-narrowly avoided the mess that became Penn Station. Actually, while I did avoid delays, it was still a super-humid, filled with travelers, stress producing, overall yucky train ride. But at least I got a seat.

Thursday-Turkey Day. I went to the gym in the morning under the impression that 35 minutes of running was enough to pre-empt the thanksgiving meal weight gain. Then I went home and had a lovely family dinner. My mom even invented a new cocktail (with some help from my brother-in-law). It was called the fruit basket. Basically sex on the beach with peach schnopps instead of triplesec. Soon it will be in all the clubs-substitute red bull for seltzer and it's a hipster delight. Totally Deck!

There was also major shopping, 2 pre-birthday bashes (as in appropriate) and some actual birthday fun on Sunday. But enough chronicling of events.

Following many of my blogger pals, I am thankful for:

my new apartment
my family
full time employment
park slope
great friends
and of course...

my birthday!
Don't worry, the season's almost over.

PS-Above brother in law also got in trouble for throwing away a perfectly good turkey wing. AND NOW EVERYONE KNOWS!

It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

No, not Thanksgiving. Definitely not Christmas. It's my Birthday of course!

Well, it won't really be my birthday until Sunday, but consider yourselves warned. With a birthday that falls over Thanksgiving weekend most years, some might let their special day be overshadowed or even forgotten-but not me. My Mom always told me that your birthday is the most important holiday all year, and she even made special dinners like spaghetti and meatballs or frankfurters in addition to the Turkey on the days when these two mega-holidays coincided.

It has become somewhat of a tradition for me to make sure no one ever feels the "sorry I forgot your birthday" guilt, by making sure that everyone in my life is aware. So here it is-first notice. Actually, first notice could have been my telling all my friends earlier in November, or dropping birthday gift hints to family over the past few weeks, or sending out invites to a party, but this is first notice for all my blog fans. Hi Chris!

Sunday the 28th I will officially be 27. Mark your calendars and set a reminder in Outlook. Cant wait to celebrate with you all on the days preceding, following and of course, on the big day itself.

Yeah birthday season! November 20-December 7: The Most Wonderful Time of The Year.

Next on the fecal roster-Karl Lagerfeld

While is was not on my blog, some of my friends have already heard my rant about local NYC vintage clothing chain Beacon's Closet, where I had a lovely salesgirl tell me my clothes were too big for them to sell. I was expecting too lame, but too big, come on!

Today, Karl Lagerfeld similarly pisses me off with his comments about his new line at H & M.

-Lagerfeld was also offended by the chain's decision to produce the clothes in larger sizes than he had envisaged. "What I designed was fashion for slender and slim people," said the designer who famously lost 42 kilograms two years ago. "That was the original idea." -

Sorry to ruin the original idea by selling clothes to women women above size 6! But at least he is including slender AND slim. Way to diversity KL.

Modern Day Mythology

We are having a little problem with our new email system. We keep getting 10 copies of each incoming message. When you delete them, the just reappear.

It's like one of those greek monsters who grow a new head each time theirs is cut off. Anyone know the name of this monster/myth? I was thinking Medusa, but I'm pretty sure that beheading was the end of her.

Maybe I'll write a sequel to office space based on my favorite myths. More to come.

Relaunch My Love

Well, my love for Britney has been waning as she takes up new hobbies like marriage and walking into gas station bathrooms barefoot (yuk!). But, I do love the new version of her website, especially the intro and photos. Enjoy!

Feminism "n" Stuff

I know most of my friends read Gothamist anyway, but for anyone else who scrolls by, here is an interview with Eve Ensler, famed for the Vagina Monologues.

You know me, any excuse to talk about vaginas.

News on the Pill

In today's "real news that sounds fake" file, we find this item. Apparently taking oral contraceptives, aka "the pill" reduces knee injuries in female athletes by loosening ligaments to allow for greater flexibility. Insert your own joke here.

I'll never eat crumb cake again!

After some excitement over the past few days I have good news and bad news.

Good News-despite being rushed to the hospital and having his gall bladder out, my Dad is feeling well and will be fine.

Bad news-After the doctor told us that gallstones have the consistency of thos big crumb balls on top of crumb cake, I will never be able to eat the stuff or even see it without cringing again. YUCK!

If you know any other delicious desserts or other treats that look uncannily like gastrointestinal blockages, feel free to post here.

Fighting the MTA Again

With rumors of the upcoming fare hike (AGAIN!) I am proud to announce that I used my monthly farecard yesterday not once, twice or the usual 3 times but 8 times. Between work, a meeting downtown, very necessary wintercoat shopping, going home, going to the time warner center in brooklyn (think cable box return window not shopping center with whole foods and burberry), then the gyme and finally home. Take that MTA!

Of course I was so tired from all that running around I could hardly motivate to the cabinet cleaning I was going to do at home, but isnt going out for dinner and a drink just as productive?

NPR Rocks My World...Again!

Last night I saw Ira Glass at Town Hall, and it was even better than I could have imagined. First, he was introduced by my not-so-secret girlfriend Sarah Vowell. Awesome. Did you know she is voicing the teenage daughter in the Incredibles? I may have to actually see a Disney movie now. Damn.

Then, Ira himself started the show in the dark. Then, as to give the audience a bit more than you get on the radio, the lights went up to reveal the "real" Ira Glass. Pretty much what I would have thought.

The show was funny, sentimental, politically aware, and basically everything you'd expect from the creator of This American Life. Then, Ira did a presentation of a DVD/radio documentary on Lost Buildings in Chicago with Chris Ware. It was really interesting, and if you like architecture and/or animation, it's worth checking out.

Anyway, thank you NPR.

It's Over.

Well, conspiracy theories aside, the election is over. And Kerry did not win. I'm not really sure how to feel about this. Some people are telling me that this will be the impetus we need to get off our collective democratic ass (no pun intended) and organize. I felt this way in 2000. Now I just feel kind of beat down.

Words of encouragement? I could use 'em. Thanks.

The Times, they are a-changin!

I know that I may have lost any of my readers by not blogging for two months, but if your're out there-so am I.

Here's a quick update of my life over the past 2 months.

1. I got a real job! No more temping. No more working for people who can't remember my name. No more meeting people at parties and having to say I'm "just a temp." Now I have a full time job, benefits, and soon business cards! Yeah!

2. I got a new apartment. The evil commerce bank has won this battle, and I live four whole blocks away from my old place. I have a new roommate, too. Hi Simon!

3. With all of these major changes happening in basically a 1 week window, I considered other radical changes as well. Maybe:
change religions-not really following mine anyway
change genders-pretty happy with the female thing...for now
change my long distance carrier-only have cell serivce
change presidents-DEFINITELY!

For now, I think I'll try to go back to some form of stability. Hopefully, this will include periodic blogging.

One more reminder before I go..

VOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5D49 5N63 Watch Out!

That's right, watch out I say-to the drivers of not one but two cabs who refused me service this evening. Some friends and I wanted to come home from Manhattan to Brooklyn with two stops-one in Ft. Greene and one in Park Slope. Lovely neighborhoods if I do say so myself. Well, both these cabs refused to visit.

And I quote from TLC's FAQ page (note use of excessive acronyms-I learned that from the nonprofit community):


• What are the rules concerning multiple-stop trips?
Drivers are not permitted to refuse passengers with more than one stop. There is no limit to how many stops are allowed. Keep in mind, the taximeter will run as one continuous trip; it is not turned off and then started again with every stop. You pay the entire fare at the end of your trip. If you encounter a situation where the driver refuses you service based on multiple destinations, get the taxicab medallion number, and contact us at 3-1-1 to file a complaint against the driver.

Being that I have friends in high places, or at least at the TLC, I will be following up on this one. Check back for more info on rule-breaking-mahattan-centric-multiple-stop-refusing cabbies
5D49 AND 5N63. I have your number!

Boycott!

This bank is buying my building and tearing it down, and now I have to move! I have been living here for almost 3 years (the longest I've been anywhere except Mom & Dad's). It's not enough that I have no real job, now I will soon be homeless. I love being 26.

If you love me or my blog, boycott Commerce Bank!

PS-if you have any apartment leads for me, post them as comments. Yours could be the helpful hint that keeps me on this side of the thin line between sanity and becoming "a bit of a nutter".

Where oh where?

Where oh where have I been? Well, not blogging as you can see. Sorry:(

I' ve been to so many places over the past few weeks.
Kingston, NY
The Jersey Shore
The Beer Garden (yes, again!)

And of course, temping. Temping is always such an adventure. This month I am somewhere where instead of the no-one-knows-or-cares-who-I-am usual fare, I get have found an organization full of overexcited-pleased-to-meet-you types who seemed refreshing at first. Now I realize it's really an office of those school-spirit types I wouldn't have spoken to in high school (despite my own high level dork stigma), and I don't really want to speak to them now. But, they pay me to, so I'm there. And since they have serious websurfing preventions software, I have been ignoring my blog. I can't even view it, nevermind post on it while I'm at work. I'll work on being more responsible to my readers, promise.

I'm a sex bomb?

I took a quiz I found on my friend's blog, and while some of the results are true I have never thought of my self a "sex bomb." What is that exactly?

Results are below.

You are a XSYG--Expressive Sentimental Physical Giver.

This makes you a Sex Bomb.You are sexy sex sex sex! The sexness! You are the sexiest, hottest and most charismatic of all types. You are a captivating speaker and a great dinner date -- relaxed, self-effacing, charming and generous. Your type probably has origins in something sad -- trying to keep the peace in a tough family situation, or an early heartbreak -- and you'll probably want to address and resolve that at some point, but in your relationships that heartache is pure gold! You lie effortlessly -- not necessarily a bad thing.

You can have problems with fidelity. (if you are reading this I have to say I have NEVER had a problem with fidelity!) You need frequent praise and validation, and in seeking it you can make decisions that aren't consistent with your general good judgment. In other words, don't cheat on your significant other just because someone is paying attention to you.

You strongly dislike conflict, and will avoid it. Like an XPYG, you give so much of yourself to your partner that you feel dismissed and unappreciated if you don't get the same in return. But you internalize your feelings more and have a hard time getting over them. You don't *want* to cheat -- you just keep finding yourself in vulnerable situations. But you'll stay with your partner in the long run from guilt and a desire to please. Your sex life will always be hot. You are one of the rare people who can keep the fires of passion going forever -- if you find a good match. Find another XSYG and you will never need (or want) anyone else again.

Of the 4256 people who have taken this quiz, 11.2 % are this type.

Olympic Moment of the Day

In the spirit of loving the olympics, I give you "Hot Olymians." They are adding a new olylmpian each day. Votes on the cutest so far? Even as the lady lover thad I am, I'm going for Ian Thorpe. When you have a nickname like "thorpedo" what do you expect? Plus, how many other olympians go the distance to appear in promo photos wearing only body paint?

A to B Interview Breeds Sucess

Just days after answering my A to B interview (see below), our favorite P. Doety has moved one step closer to his goal. He is scheduled to leave Point A with a nice little parting gift to help him along the path to point B.

This could be you! If you want to be featured in "A to B" and reap the karmic benefits seen in the case above, let me know.

This Week's Interview "P. Doety"

In thinking about my jobsearch and my blog, I have come to realize that while I may be the only one of my friends who is out of work, almost all of them would like new jobs, different jobs, better jobs. I have decided to start an interview section of the blog to appear periodically that where all of us less-than-satisfied-with-our-current-employment folks (sorry about the overuse of hypens) can share our advice. We all know it's easier to give than receive. In this spirit, my first "A to B' is below.

Name: P. Doety

Age: 27

First Job ever: working in a shoe store (it was actually the coolplace to work, ok)

Current Job (Point A): Corporate Whore=Assist in making crap music

Desired Job (Point B): Some position in theatre, assistant to aproducer or education development team

Jobs you are willing to do in the meantime: anything

Lets start positive. Name a few things you like about your current job (Point A). laid back, free cds, artist events

Why, then, do you most want to leave? Zero creativitiy, ego filled\industry only concerned with making money

How do you think your life would change if/when you arrive at your desired job (Point B)? It would have a purpose

Do you feel like the (so-called) ups and (more often) downs of the economy you hear about actually affect your search? How? –no, there are always more people trying to work in theatre than there are jobs. Especially in New York, where everyone is more talented and has more\money and more connections.

We all know that it's much easier to give this advice than take it. Any advice for the masses just like you (and me) on getting from A to B? Don't break up with your boyfriend who is your only source of connections.

Other words of wisdom, life experiences, jokes, riddles, haikus or profanity you wish to share? Stagnant water stinks. I know it's kind of vulgar, but I think it is a good phrase to remember. If something in your life isn't working, it's probably time to change something (you know, like the water-cause it was stinking)

Thanks for your time. Tune in for the next installment of A to B

This Just In

New Jersey Gov. Jim McGreevey resigns his post, citing an extramarital homosexual affair. Details soon.

I just saw this headline on CNN.com. I'm so glad I'm from New Jersey. I also have already heard a rumor that the Gov's affair was with Sam Champion, local blond weatherman!

Olympic Preview

I love the Olympics. I have never really been able to get into televised sports, probably because I am nearly incapable of in-person sports, but the Olympics are different than your run-of-the-mill ESPN experience. First of all, there are the insane sports that you forget about for four years between Olympics. In winter you have curling (played with a broom), skiing the moguls (the only wintersport outside of ice skating with musical accompaniment), and my favorite Women's Ice Hockey. In Summer there's archery, synchronized swimming, rhythmic gymnastics(just a euphemism as far as I'm concerned).

It provides a little whimsy to go along with all of more typical baseball, basketball, and hockey you could watch any day of the year.


I even like the little montages about the athletes. And the opening ceremonies. Remember the Winter Olympics in 2002 when the announcer during the parade of nations pointed out the athletes representing the Axis of Evil? What will it be this year? "Hey Iraq, got your oil!" We'll have to watch and see. I am even having an opening ceremonies party this year.

And to get in that Athens headspace, I spent the weekend in Astoria. Yes it was at a German Beergarden and Japanese Sculpture Exhibit, but it was a gesture.

Apologies Apologies

Before my next post, I guess I owe a bit of an apology. Sorry for abandoning my blog for the last few days. I could blame it on post traumatic stress from seeing scary high school football guy (see below), but I won't.

I have been busy, well...Actually working (Yeah!) this week. I guess I am officially "in" with my temp agen/office pimp, Brian. Now that I am in an office all day in front of a computer, instead of out in the world, I have time to blog. Did you miss me?

Oh High School Days...Where have you gone? No-literally, I can't remember. 

Late night pickup turned high school reunion

So I am walking home from the subway tonight, close to midnight.  This is certainly not an unsafe time to be walking in my neigbhorhood, but I still assume my usual "walk with determination" stance.  As I pass one of my favorite local bars, I guy calls out to me.  A dramatizationf follows:

 
Boy on the street (BOTS): Didn't we go to high school together?

Me: No (plus a determined step forward)

BOTS: Raritan? (my high school)

Me: (astonished look, followed by searching of the BOTS face for familiarity)  Nothing.

 
Its true.  He gives a name, and those of his "boys" and I vaguely remember. This is only 8 years ago, mind you, and I went to school with many of my high school classmates since elementary school.  I just don't remember people.  Well, that's not entirely true.  I seem to have a special way to black out the names or faces of people from my hometown.  Sure we all would like to forget high school, but I think I have somewhat of an extreme case of academic amnesia considering I pretty much made it out unscathed and still talk to many of my friends from that time.

 
Will I remember my classmates from now on?  Probably not.  But I have learned an imporant lesson.  Out of the many guys who yell out to me and my fellow females on the street everyday, there are still some out there who are not just trying to pick me up (at best) or harass me (at, less than best).  And, "didn't we go to high school together?" is not really a good line anyway.

Who knows, maybe tomorrow the guy who asks me for my "smile" will just be my childhood dentist.  Dr. Silver, are you out there?

F@%&k Nike!

I was so excited to participate in last week's Nike Run Hit Wonder, my first race ever.  I was waiting to post my results because I wanted to include the photos.  Unfortunately, upon visiting the site today I found there were no photos of me whatsoever.  I did find some of my friends, but in trying to post them I found message that they were only available for purchase.   So, you will just have to read the results and imagine my pretty, yet completely red, face crossing the finish line.

Who needs to be like Mike? Go Marion Go! 

Run blogger...run!

I'm running a 5K race tomorrow.  It's my first race ever, 3.1 miles for those of you who (like me) are metrically challanged.  Wish me luck, and check back for my times and finishing photos.

She Makes Links...Genius

Yes, after toiling in front of my screen I have finally figured out how to add a section of Links to my template.  There will be more in the future, but I think I've covered the basics.  Look, Brian Lehrer and Britney Spears rubbing elbows on my blog.  Enjoy!

Is this office appropriate? 

I temp, therefore I am

It's true.  I'm a temp.  Temping is that unique kind of job which draws you in with promises of reasonable pay, flexibility, and the ability to work 9-5 while still allowing you to look for your "dream job."  But then it hits you with a special mix of job uncertainty, work environments where you are constantly being called "the temp" instead of your name, and the always-fun opportunity to practice your skills in data entry, appointment scheduling and phone call etiquette.  
 
My favorite part of temping may be creating that special bond with my agent.  When I start with a new agency, I begin a courtship of sorts.  I call my agent every day or few days, make sure s/he knows how special I am, how much I appreciate their help, and of course, how I am chomping at the bit to practice the aforementioned skill set.  I send them cookies, leave sexy voicemails...I wonder if I could create some kind of dirty version of my resume.  But I digress.
 
Recently, after balancing that fine line between agent courtship and whoring myself out for office work, my agent moved to DC without telling me.   Now I have to begin anew, hoping my relationship with my new agent will be as sweet.   It seems like I'm off to a decent start; tomorrow is an interview for the sought-after Shangri-La they call a long-term placement.  Wish me luck!

My Inspiration 

Why whimper? Or for that matter, why whine?

Sure, we twentysomethings love to whine.  You may have heard about our lack of money, jobs, and relationships.  So for this blog, I won't be beating around the bush.  This is a place to read about the daily life of a 26 year old brooklynite looking for work and sex (hopefully not in the same place).  In realizing the whiney tendencies of this blog and my peers in general, I thought back to my childhood.  After hearing a song about manners on "the Electric Company," my mother started to aptly nickname my sister and I "whimper" and "whine."  I'm whimper. 

 

Lyrics are  below.  
 

 Title:  whimper and whine 
Composer:  Joe Raposo 
Lead vocals:  June Angela, Stephen Gustafson
Backing vocals:  none 
Scene:  June’s and Stephen’s heads appear with various cartoon bodies. 
  
Lyrics
[JA, SG]  We are the kids known as Whimper and Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA, SG]  That’s what we do when we sit down to dine:
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And whine, whine, whine.
 
[JA, SG]  If you give us peas, we hardly can wait
To whimper and whine them right off of our plate.
 
Oh, we are the kids known as Whimper and Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA, SG]  It’s not very nice, but it always works fine
[JA]  To whimper
[SG]  And whine, whine, whine.
 
[JA]  Though we love ice cream, we whimper for more,
[SG]  And whine till our one scoop turns into three more.
 
[JA, SG]  Yes, we are the kids known as Whimper and Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA, SG]  That’s what we do when we sit down to dine:
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And whine, whine, whine.
 
[JA, SG]  The weather is bad, and Mom wants us neat.
Still, we want our galoshes right off of our feet.
[SG]  Whine!  Whine!
[JA]  Whimper, whimper, whimper, whimper.
 
[JA, SG]  We are the kids known as Whimper and Whine,
Wondering why we’re alone all the time.
Maybe it’s ‘cause no one else thinks it’s fine
To whimper and whine, whine, whine.
To whimper and whine, whine, whine.
To whimper and whine, whine, whine.

 

For More Info on the Electric Company:

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