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November 29th, 2008. Saturday... |
Even up.... |
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I’m cutting the pie; I slice a line right down the middle, from one end to the other, yes, cutting the pie in half. Then I cut the pie with the same approach again; vertical, from the horizontal way I previously cut in the pie. Now the pie is cut in four, all even. Then I cut perfectly in half one of the four pieces. I do this systematically with the other three pieces; I have been cutting pie like this, since, I can remember my first time ever-cutting pie. I cut the pie with consideration for whom ever else is going to eat a slice of pie making sure that everybody gets an even amount of pie; if they so desire to have a piece. I wanted some pie. I paid for a pie at the store. I bring it home, I open it up and I cut a slice, but the first facet of thought (before I cut a slice for myself) were the other people, who I know is going to want a piece of the pie. |
| I cut that pie in a manner so everybody is even up with a slice I cut for myself; I walk away from the pie. Walking away with my little slice, whom ever else is going to get a slice will only have a selection from the portions I leave behind, and if anybody took more than one piece, well, the way I cut the pie, will portrait how much more they’ve taken then I have taken along with what the other person will be left with to select from. I left, that pie, loaded, exposing the eminence of ones consideration for the next person. I left that pie with an even distribution for everybody else and if anybody took more than the other person, they would end up taking from somebody else. I have always been a natural at exposing a little slice of ones character with simple little things like, pumpkin pie. |
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November 28th, 2008. Thankgoodness its over day |
Lets get rid of the emo now shall we? |
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November 27th, 2008. Thanksgive-it day |
Arrested development |
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"Thanksgiving, after all, is a word of action" ~W.J. Cameron
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It’s the worst kind arrested development, that silence, that moment before the explosion, kind of like a balloon on the brink of popping from that last breath, that hard squeaky sound before boom. Dinner was simple today, there was turkey, there was meat, there was bread, potatoes, some-fancy-food-on the side, drink and movies by the tube. Three Fuentes’s eating and being we. There was sadness’ under the happy talk. I felt it and I can gratefully say I had the streanth (I think) to be ready for anything, but I kept it cool with distraction and the right words. I did what I had to do to keep it cool, or so I think I did. I would have preferred some talk to relief the tension because holding it inside is, well, ya-know, later on; boom. The holidays are always a time for funk, both the good kind and the bad. I ate, I spent it with love ones and I think things could have been worse… but should I settle for it not being worse? I ate, I had drink and I spent it with loved ones. This is what we are supposed to do, right? |
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November 25th, 26th, 2008. Tue/Wed Morning |
The Misters |
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| All I can think about it, is, when you hang with me, you’re faced with yourself, cause I’m not anymore or any less than you or at least I try to be or not to be, that, as to not to offend you. All I can give is what you give and all I get is what I give; I hope? So some were along the lines of in-between and the under, in the end I’m left again with only myself, and what I gave away. What I give away is something I don’t need anymore or I’m not needed anymore, then again if that is the case then I’m still in place saving face and not feeling any lose, at least not anymore. It rained a few days ago and yesterday morning, that’s what it does in November, it rains. Its good for some but not for others. I turned around and there I found, you, giving me that look, does he know? Yes I do. Do I care? Not really… Cause its nothing new to me and you. Its cold and wet outside and the leaves are gathered from the sweepers and the wind, I’ll stay indoors and eat allot of pie. I’m cold inside, but once in awhile, I like to feel wild, young, juvenile, full of lust, hot and excited, those feeling are rare with me so when they come I’ll take what I can get, it’s muse-ing that is what I need, its been so long, so I ate the whole thing. |
 
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I ate the whole thing...
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Steve lipsky's most recent high run, '207' from a previous 177. |
“By seeing the seed of failure in every success, we remain humble. By seeing the seed of success in every failure we remain hopeful.” ~Unkown |
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Mika Immonen
Osaka, Japan- Finland's mighty Mika Immonen has won the 41st All Japan Championships, prolonging a winning streak that started out in October and hasn't stopped yet More?... |
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November 24th, 2008. Monday Morning... |
30 voices, one Voice, my head hurts |
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“The self-confidence of the warrior is not the self-confidence of the average man. The average man seeks certainty in the eyes of the onlooker and calls that self-confidence. The warrior seeks impeccability in his own eyes and calls that humbleness. The average man is hooked to his fellow men, while the warrior is hooked only to infinity” ~Carlos Castaneda |
“The first element of greatness is fundamental humbleness (this should not be confused with servility); the second is freedom from self; the third is intrepid courage, which, taken in its widest interpretation, generally goes with truth; and the fourth /the power to love /although I have put it last, is the rarest.” ~Margot Asquith |
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Random FB conversations
11am: Herky-jerky impulses. I’m not a doctor or anything, but, people will do anything to get a grip, to try and feel some sort of sense of control when there are moments of heavy emotion spilling into or onto there personality from the outside or coming from within. Getting a “grip” entails, lying, being a douche rag (her) or a douche bag (him), attacking, big mouthing, drinking, smoking, ignoring, hiding, sharking, adding insult to injury and so on with the inflicted vice’s and guise’s.
1:12pm: No matter who you play, there you are, theres no escaping that which you are running from.
2pm: It is never easy you know, no matter how old you get, and no matter wise you get. You have already made up your mind, and now you are looking to reinforce it, despite the facts stating what is truth. It becomes bullshit, but what is even worse than bullshit, is the patronage of bullshit. This can seemingly be an opportunity, but it is not, instead, it is something for the the long run, it is, no run, no fun, no won.
“Arrogance diminishes wisdom”
2:44pm: You wish you were sandbagging or stalling or whatever a bleeding-ego-band-aid is called these days, dude, you just freaken lost, and you keep loosing because you think you are not suppose to lose. But the fact of the matter is, in-order for a win to be a win there has to be losses attached to it, and the more losses you have the bigger your win will be. Ya-know, adding a little more humbleness to your attitude is not such a bad thing, you will always be attractive to everybody around you if you have some humbleness and humilty in your methods and personality, but being arrogant about your so called game will only attract other arrogent people who are the same as you are right now. Arrogence and humbleness is like oil and water.
3:30pm: Usually a good sign of justice is when the majority is happy and not the minority, unless you are so arrogant to presume you know more than everybody around you. In which case I guess there will never be justice as long as you’re in charge.
4:45pm: PC computers suck, but then again, if they didn’t suck, how else then is Bill going to continue making money? Cause let me tell you my friend; there is no money in the cure, only in the medicine. If man can create a vehicle that can go to Mars and back again, Ford Motors can certainly build a car, weren’s the bumper wont one-day fall off in six month driving along the New England expressway.
5pm: One teams curse is the other teams purse.
5:30pm: I’ve been lied too, but deep down inside, I new I was being lied too, my instinct new, still, who am I to knock anyone’s dreaming, anyone’s aspirations. Sometimes, there are dreams that sound like fun, so you wish to join in. Then in the middle of the night, the room temperature changes, and the room you are sleeping in, the room you are dreaming in; twirls your dreams, slowly, into a nightmare. You can’t wake up from someone else’s nightmare, so it becomes your own, subscribing to a foreign dream is like eating candy from a stranger, so sweet on the outside and so sour in the middle. It is so annoying not being able to wake up from a bad dream. |
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November 23rd, 2008. Sunday Morning |
Tie'd up together last Monday night |
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The whole blogging thing is dying, if not already dead, at least the amateur ones; so I’ve read. It’s been taken over or pushed aside in search engines like google or whatever engine, by marketable blog’s selling products with individual’s drama attached to it.
(Example blog killer: "Hey, yesterday, on my way to TD bank, I got hit by bike messenger, but my iPhone in the back pocket of my Levis Jeans didnt break when my body landed on the ground" This entry was bought to you by Huffy Motorcycles.)
So I’m saying, if you are not linked to a commercial news-site or at the very least, sub-linked to social networks like Facebook, Flicker, Twitter or even XBox360.
Unless you know people, and people who know people, your endeavors for branching out on your own personal space and product’s will probably only get hits by the undesired of the internet, meaning, the not so folksy interpersonal people like we used get to 4 years ago, but whom are now, weirdo’s, from other states and countries who are slamming the misspellings on your entries and making fun of your random google adsense, which is making no money.
Still, I feel, even if you are reaching one person, via-so-called-u’r-blog, and they are listening, and you’ve been heard, then you are not alone, therefore blogging is still alive and not dead.
Maybe with this coming year, I will end this blog-thingy or however people are identifying a blog these days and start calling my site, “news about me”. Or ‘hearsay about the things I see” or “in sequence’s from me”. I don’t know, it’s all about communication and staying connected or reachable, if you so desire to be reachable.
I mean, thanks to Facebook and it’s social networks alike, there is no such a-thing as saying good bye to anyone anymore at any moment in your life, like graduating from college or moving far away and joining the foreign legion or becoming a monk.
So unless you are flat out ignoring someone or running from someone, toobad, cause you now can be reached, by anyone from any were on planet earth, like, from loan-sharks, bookies, collection agencies, bill collectors, your mother in-law, high-school bullies, ex girlfriends, ex boyfriends, ex friends and so on.
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| I am not a man of mystery, and nither is my attitude a big mystery, about people, places and things I am involved with; but here is my point. Even though I have almost 5 years on my life recorded on line, I still get the feeling that most people, still are not getting me, not that I need to all the time, but understanding my monotonous neutrality of recreational comings and goings is important, right. Huh? What? |
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November 22nd, 2008. Saturday Morning |
Rudi's worlds greatest cookies... |
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November 21st, 2008. Friday. A few games ago |
A few Thursdays ago: 830pm-2am |
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“Half of the troubles of this life can be traced to saying yes too quickly and not saying no soon enough.”
~Josh Billings
“Champions aren’t made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.”
~ Muhammad Ali
“More often in life, we end up regretting the chances in life that we had, but didn’t take them, than those chances that we took and wished we hadn’t.”
~ Anonymous
“Don’t wish it were easier, wish you were better. Don’t wish for fewer problems, wish for more skills. Don’t wish for less challenges, wish for more wisdom.”
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“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a gift. That’s why we call it the present.” ~ B. Olatunji
“We don’t see the things the way they are. We see things the way WE are”~ Talmund
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November 19th, 2008. Wed. About last Saturday Night |
STEVE AND JENNIE |
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"Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle" ~ Amy Bloom |
WTF's
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"The friendship between a man and a woman which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity; but for this type of friendship both a rare man and a rare woman are needed. Perhaps it should be added that either the man or the woman thus deeply bound in lifelong friendship who seeks marriage must find a still rarer man or woman to wed, to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success" ~ANNA GARLIN SPENCER |
      
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November 13th, 2008. Thursday... It's rihanning |
But-Im Under my Um-ba-rella-ella ella ella hey hey hey ... |
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It rains in November, I have an umbrella, and I am standing outside in the middle of a crowd of people with no umbrellas. They are all getting wet and its cold and I feel bad about it. But they can come and share with me, share my um-ba-rella. they can come under my umbrella. If there isn't enough room, (which I know there wont be). Then they can take turns drying off under it with me. It really does rain allot in November. I always try and remember to have an umbrella in my bag most days, even on the sunny ones. You never know when the rain will come.
Unless you ask Gina Kim-Lipsky for precast....
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November 11th,12th, 2008. Tuesday-Wed Morning/Night |
Stuck it in my something |
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It has been 12 years since I’ve hung with this dude. Back in college twelve years ago we were buddies, after we graduated we hadn’t heard from each other again, until yesterday. I saw a flyer hanging next to my desk, saying he was going to give a lecture and display on his works over the years in Europe, right here back in the college we graduated together from. He’s worldly now, he’s been on the road, had some shows, living in Europe, doing the whole fine art life style, so hip, so cool.
Now he’s famous in the fine art world, a name, he fills up the galleries. I thought when I saw this flyer, wow; I can’t wait to see him, and can’t wait till he sees me! After the show were gonna-hang-drink-talk about the wacky days of college shenanigans-laugh about the silly parties and gathering, trial and errors, puff the magic dragon, music and chicks and all the hipster grunge 90’s stuff.
So, I got to the show, I see him, he’s standing behind the podium, in a theater of about 300 people-filled, I stand there at the door, pause, I call out to him, he turns, he looks, I let him get a good look at who it is, and say’ “HEY John! Wadup buddy!” His reply, “Oh yeah, I remember you, huh, Will, right?” Head-shot-BOOM…
I tell ya, there was no warmth in that-hiya-doin-Will, it’s been twelve years since we last hopped on the good foot and did the bad thing. Is was almost as if he didn’t know me. Un-till I said to him, “the last time I saw you, I was video tapping us at that party, along with 2 years of other wild and crazy stuff, remember?” I emphasize on “remember” real slow and leverage like. Suddenly, he remembered, oh yeah-hey will! How’s it going?
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He’s a big shot now, he’s admired, he’s well recognized, he’s got respect. But much like Madonna, on this interview I saw online once, when she looks back at her 80’s virgin tour, she says flustered, I wish I never began that way, I wish I never had that reminder of were I came from to be were I am right now.
Quote “ OMG, is that me? Look at that caveman-version of me! My goodness what was I thinking! Quick burn that tape” ~ Madonna. I think that attitude stinks.
I look back at my blog, when I first started playing on the APA and see what an emotional mess I was back then, it was all new to me so what else was I gonna-be? Losing back then was a horrible tragedy. Missing players; sacrilege. A bad coach; its all my fault. Stickler for rules; a must. George; stop freaking drinking! Flexibility; none. The pool world is against me-blah blah blah.
Now, all I can think, yeah, let me role the dice and see what hits again. The amount of time I have invested, financially and emotionally in both pool leagues way superceded the grand prize ether league has to offer. I’m here on my own free will. And already expect the same result if I repeat the same procedure.
We all make mistakes to get to were we want to be or think were we want to be. We all need to start from somewhere. And if the foundation of your success comes from the dirt, a virgin tour of mistakes with a somewhat undignified performance then so be it. You cannot learn from somebody else’s mistake.
So I walked out of the theater, and headed toward the bar, wanted to watch Julie shoot some.
On the way over though, what I was feeling, well, I didn’t how to categorize what I was feeling, or even about what just happened. I almost kinda- didn’t care, but-kinda-did, I felt disappointed but relieved at the same time, but also curious at the same time as well. I thought, can I do that? Can I blow off an old friend cause I’m a big shot now? Can having that attitude depend on what I have been through the last twelve years?
Sure, I guess, I can look at my past and just say high, but I’ll never forget were I came from, that’s for sure. Or even more so, be reminded of were I came from Via handheld VHS-YouTube.... |
"Painting is just another way of keeping a diary" ~Pablo Picasso
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November 9th, 2008. Sunday. |
About last week 7
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There's not much to say, it was gonna happen sooner or later, I think? I mean, whos good all the time? The yankees? Unwanted streaks, it always did happen around me but never on me up-n-till now, call it karma, call it bad leadership, call it bad scheduling, timing, arrogance, the wrong expectations, the wrong attitude, a weak link, call it what you will. Ether this is a unified event or a singular, whatever it is one thing is for sure, ain't nobody backing down on my team. Week 7, seven players, seven sins, seven eleven's, seven whatever...
"F#*k what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me" ~ Tyler Durden |
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"It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea" ~ Narrator |
 
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"When the fight was over, nothing was solved, but nothing mattered. We all felt saved" ~ Tyler |
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"Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about the wrong wires" ~ TD |
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"Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned" ~Tyler. |
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November 8th, 2008. Saturday. |
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Captain El-Scuba and his trusty sidekick ride the NYC subway. |
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November 6th, 2008. Thursday Morning. |
Rain
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"Minds are like parachutes - they only function when open" ~Thomas Dewar |
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November rain-washes away most of the pain from the dying year.
November rain is always a good time to sleep thru long cold windy nights, walk thru wet leaves on the ground and quickly get to were you are going might you get wet and catch cold if you don’t move swiftly. I concluded today under my umbrella, my umbrella under the rain, if you shoot great in practice and not so great in a match then you have practiced to lose. I also thought, just cause he shoots great doesn’t mean the guy with him shoots great as well, it’s a cliché. Pattering on my umbrella, the sound is like a train. The soothing soft rumbling sound over my head makes me think of stuff as I wait for the rain to stop. I think of things I do not wish to share with you. But the feeling I am getting about what I am thinking about is tired, and kind of spooky. It is also a reminder; I was once that way as well. Wet leaves are pretty, dead, wet, but pretty. There is a clock over my head, if anybody asks me the time, I point up at the clock without saying a word. Now and then I get the question, “why cant you just tell me what time it is?” I’ll just point again at the clock, but this time with my middle finger; Ah-the November rain, I think I’ll go eat a pastrami sandwich, go home and sleep. |
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November 5th, 2008. Wed. Yes We can |
Yes We can
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Democratic Senator Barack Obama has made his first speech as President-elect of the United States after defeating rival John McCain.
If McCain followers feel there is something skechty about Barack Obama, I'm sure McCain would have found it by now, but McCain didnt find anything, still, if there is something not right about Obama, what kind of security do you think McCain would have had for the country if he cant even keep tabs on a man standing next to him? |
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| Barack Hussein Obama, Jr.
U.S. Senator (D-Illinois)
Born: Aug. 4, 1961
Birthplace: Honolulu, Hawaii
Barack Obama made history in June 2008, when he became the first African American to head a major party ticket in a presidential election. He edged out Sen. Hillary Clinton in the race for the Democratic presidential nomination after a long and often bitter primary season. He ran as the candidate of change and made hope the center of his campaign. He's to face Sen. John McCain in the general election. Obama's platform has focused on advocating for working families and poor communities, education, caring for the environment, and ethics reform.
Obama was born in Hawaii in 1961 to an American mother and a Kenyan father. When he was two, his parents, who had met as students at the University of Hawaii, divorced. Obama's Harvard-educated father then returned to Kenya, where he worked in the economics ministry. Obama lived in Indonesia with his mother and stepfather for part of his childhood, returning to Hawaii to finish high school. He graduated from Columbia University, where he majored in political science and specialized in international relations. He then attended Harvard Law School, graduated magna cum laude, and served as the first African-American president of the Harvard Law Review. After law school, he worked as a community organizer and a civil rights lawyer in Chicago. He also taught at the University of Chicago Law School as a senior lecturer specializing in constitutional law. Obama represented the South Side of Chicago in the Illinois State Senate from 1996–2004 as a Democrat. In 2004, he was elected to the U.S. Senate, winning with 70% of the vote against the conservative black Republican, Alan Keyes. Obama became the only African-American serving in the U.S. Senate (and the fifth in U.S. history). Obama's idealism, commitment to civil rights, and telegenic good looks generated enormous media attention for his Senate campaign. The eloquence of his keynote address at the 2004 Democratic Nation Convention in Boston, Mass., confirmed his status as one of the Democratic party's freshest and most inspirational new leaders.
Obama published an autobiography, Dreams From My Father, in 1995; it became a best-seller during his 2004 Senate campaign. His next autobiography, The Audacity of Hope, became a bestseller after its Oct. 2006 publication, and won both the Black Caucus of the American Library Association Literary Awards and the NAACP Image Awards in 2007. He is married to Michelle Obama, a Chicago native who also graduated from Harvard Law School. They have two daughters: Malia Ann and Sasha.
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November 2nd, 2008. Sunday. |
About last Thursday night
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"We're all capable of mistakes, but I do not care to enlighten you on the mistakes we may or may not have made" ~Dan Q
"While one person hesitates because he feels inferior, the other is busy making mistakes and becoming superior" ~Henry C. Link
"To avoid situations in which you might make mistakes may be the biggest mistake of all" ~Peter McWilliams,
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