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May 30, 2005

The Memorial Day Parade

Having grown up in a bedroom community, I find myself enjoying the trappings of small town life. That is, if anyone considered Fairfield a small town considering our population is about 57,000.

One of the town traditions is the Memorial Day parade, a nearly two hour extravaganza that involves two-thirds of the town coming out to watch the other one-third march. Those of us watching, line the streets and cheer the veterans, some dating back to World War II (I still remember when we had some WW I vets in the parade). Since the sidewalks swell early and quickly, we have joined the tradition of staking out space the day before. Now some get carried away and leave their chairs or blankets or tarps in place as early as Saturday but we usually join in the fun around Sunday dinner time. And for the last decade or so we’ve staked out the same space towards the end of the route. We have made this our place because in the early years, one or both kids would march and we could be near the end of the route to make collecting them easier.

Kate would march with the girl scouts and Robbie marched with the scouts or Little League or once, playing Trumpet in the middle school band. The one year I coached Little League, I led my team on the route, in the rain. The kids were eager to take turns carrying our team banner and thrilled to be wet. I was less enchanted.

These days, neither kid marches but we head out anyway. Our first stop is normally one of the churches near our perch, which has an annual fund raising pancake breakfast. We see people we know, such as former DC colleague Brian Augustyn, serving up pancakes and sausages and have a nice time. Settled back in our chairs, we watch the parade, now shouting and waving at the people we know doing the marching.

As I watched today – and it was sunny, warm and lovely – I was struck at the notion that this is another physical reminder of time’s passage. I looked at the daisies and brownies and boy scouts and little leaguers and the parents trailing behind them and knew so very few. They’re another generation of young adults, now beginning their own families while our family is at that mature stage, the one before it separates into component parts. Kate was in Washington and missed it, but Robbie joined us although he preferred roller blading up and down the route seeking friends.

It was a little sappy, it was certainly sloppy with huge gaps between clusters of marchers, and it was fun seeing the shriners in their little cars, and it was nice to see the veterans, as well as those who serve and protect the town I call home. I’m pleased to see so many come out to march and so many more to come and watch, another reminder of why I like living here.

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May 29, 2005

Musing on Celebrity

While channel surfing this morning, we came across Robin and the Seven Hoods, a 1964 musical lightly inspired by the legends of Robin Hood, crossed with Damon Runyon. It wasn’t a particular good movie or musical, but was filled with a terrific cast. Check out the names: Sinatra. Sammy. Dean. Bing. Falk. I don’t even have to spell them out, we know who they are. The rest of the cast is filled with delightful character actors from an ancient Edward G. Robinson to a youthful Victor Buono.

During one number, I tried to imagine who would be cast in a modern day remake. I failed to come up with a similar caliber of talent that could be united for a splashy production.

The Rat Pack, and this was most certainly a Rat Pack era film, really represented a generation of performer who became a star through virtue of their talent. Sure, there were personal scandals plus the rising and falling of fame, but stick them all in a musical and you know people were as excited to see them together as we are anticipating this summer’s blockbuster.

They’re having fun, it shows through in a way similar to the fun the cast had making the recent Ocean’s Eleven. Still, it’s kind of sad to realize an entire class of star is gone now, and has never really been replaced.

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May 25, 2005

5 Days? Where Does the Time Go?

A Mr. J. Strell of Mineola commented that it’s been five days since I last posted. He’s right and I just have to admit to being a wee bit preoccupied both at home and at work.

At DC, I’ve been hip-deep in stats, proofing hundreds of pages of material for some collections that haven’t been announced yet. However, it’s all complicated in that I need to track where each page is. In some cases,, our Archive Services folk no longer have film to access. That means I need to find a vendor to reconstruct story pages or covers, which means each page has to be tracked. All of this atop the normal looking at color proofs, design pages, planning for 2006, writing marketing copy and so on. Fills the hours, let me tell you.

Atop all of this, we’ve also crammed in Prelude to Infinite Crisis, a 96-page collection that required a lot of attention as we needed to select panels, pages and whole stories that help the casual reader as well as the diehard fan understand the seeds that have been planted through many titles over the last few years. Our designer, Louis Prandi, came through to make it look wonderful and Ivan Cohen helped me tweak the connective text so it reads pretty well. I did, though, lose a $5 bet that it could be researched, written, assembled, designed, proofread and out the door in two weeks. It took three. But it will look good and I understand we’re receiving respectable orders so it’ll be worthwhile.

Meantime, things at home continue to keep me busy as I try and pick up slack from things Deb can’t do as her foot continues to heal. Sunday, which could have been writing wonderful things for the blog or even for a paying publisher, was spent instead visiting my mother as she made a quick northern visit for a bat mitzvah.

Monday night was our monthly RTM meeting and we had a light agenda, moving money from pocket A to pocket B to make things balance and then hearing a long awaiting response from the administration to a report from the RTM regarding state reimbursements for school building projects (while it sounds boring, this was a big dollars deal and no one was watching the process which cost us money so the RTM dug into the whys and wherefores). Fortunately, the meeting ended early so I could join my fellow Democrats at the local bar so I could get to know my colleagues a wee bit better.

Last night was a fun night at the Gym, running errands and doing stuff around the house.

Not getting done are things like the spec non-fiction proposal, the spec fiction proposal, a spec media tie-in proposal that is quickly gelling in my mind, research on a potential book for Rosen, my non-fiction YA publisher and organizing space in my home office. A three day weekend will allow me to tackle some of the above, plus do some shopping for daughter who is learning what it means to live on one’s own for the summer. She’s moved into her sophomore dorm but is entirely alone for the moment and since it has a kitchen, needs supplies so she may cook for herself. A few other odds and ends, it turns out, are missing from her set up (the dorm has no wastebasket for example), so no doubt Ill be shopping and sending a care package.

And how have you all been?

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May 20, 2005

Random Thoughts

Kate finished finals last Friday and returned home that evening. Yesterday morning, I put her on a bus back to Washington where she will work and study this summer. And so begins the next phase in our relationship. The time at home will continue to dwindle as she makes her way in the world, needing our love and support without question, but being a physical presence in our lives will diminish bit by bit. While she proclaims she’ll be home next summer, it will be followed by her junior year aboard (Cairo, unless they blow themselves up).

We IM and speak by phone throughout the week so she’s certainly more in touch with us than when Deb and I attended college (had to get those calls home before 5 on Sundays when the rates went up). I suspect we’re more aware of her life and class activities than our parents knew about us and for that I’m grateful.

While she was home, much time was spent outfitting her for living in the dorm on her own. The new sophomore quarters has a kitchen so she needed a cookbook, measuring stuff, spices, etc. plus the usual assortment of cleaning products and paper goods. All serious steps towards a more independent life. We think we’ve prepped her pretty well. She can cook, bake, sew, knit, manage her time, and so on. Her new roommate, Mel, is a neat freak and has already ordered Kate to get binders to organize her desk so the OCD person in me is happy.

Riddle Me This

While feeling melancholy, let me say this about Frank Gorshin, who passed away earlier this week at age 72.

As an eight year old, the first person I learned to imitate was Gorshin’s Riddler laugh. A few years later, his presence drew me to a short-lived ABC series called The Kopycats (January 12, 1972 - April 5, 1972). Gorshin, along with George Kirby, Rich Little, Charlie Callas, Marilyn Michaels, and Fred Travalena. I loved the series, getting to see top impressionists have some fun. The one and only time I met Gorshin was at a convention green room. We were finishing our lunches and I turned to him and asked about the show, figuring he was sick to death about his green-clad counterpart. I wondered if the comedians tried to one up each other or break each other up during the making of those thirteen episodes. He shook his head, couldn’t remember anything like that and dropped the subject.

Still, I enjoyed his work as a comedian, as the Riddler, and even as Lokai in the ham-fisted Star Trek episode that brought him an Emmy nomination.

Trailers

When I saw Revenge of the Sith the other night, we were treated to five trailers for summer flicks and two of them were from the comics. Batman Begins was, in my estimation, the superior trailer from a structurally standpoint. It gave you sense of what the story was about and who the main characters were while still showing enough quick clips to entice you with the gadgets, weaponry, and action. The Fantastic Four, though, didn’t work. It also introduced the characters but not long enough at any one moment, to make a connection with the mass audience still unfamiliar with the comic book. You have no feel for the family aspect, which is supposed to be the foundation for the story nor do you understand the connection with Dr. Doom (whose outfit isn’t anywhere near as cool as it should be). Even the glimpses of their powers wasn’t enticing enough. Although, having said that, the best visual for the powers was Sue’s forcefields.

The other trailers were also more effective. We had the latest Mr. and Mrs. Smith trailer, which just looks so cool on many levels – the quintessential summer popcorn experience. The other cool popcorn film was War of the Worlds which comes with an impressive pedigree and one hopes a better story than A.I.. Cinderella Man looks very intriguing, the serious, weighty summer movie in the Seabiscuit/Road to Perdition category.

Still, the one that had audiences oohing and aahing (or in Katie’s case, squealing in delight), was the first Zorro trailer for this fall’s sequel, which we saw earlier in the week during Kingdom of Heaven. Interesting thing about Kingdom which worked better than Troy or Alexander is that it stuck more or less to the facts. Kate, who has studied this in school, was telling us which elements were from history and which were from the filmmakers’ imaginations. The look and feel to the film and the consequences of the various decisions made, provided us with a superior historic epic and a better audience experience. Worth a look before it gets buried by the popcorn pictures.

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May 18, 2005

SITH IN REVIEW

Sorry it’s been a while, but once more life has speeded well past my ability to fit everything in on a schedule I totally control.

REVENGE OF THE SITH

In the spring of 1981, a number of us left the Starlog offices to be shown a new Steven Spielberg movie we knew very little about. We adored it and walked out of the theatre, adrenaline pumping, and thrilled to have a good major summer movie we could tell our friends about.

I spent the weeks leading up to the debut of the movie talking it up and Deb heard most of it. We finally go to a matinee and she walks out of Raiders of the Lost Ark entertained but not blown away. I had over-hyped it for her so she went in expecting…more.

Last night, the local theatre manager called and invited us to see a staff screening of Revenge of the Sith. Deb stayed behind because her healing foot was still sore but the rest of us went, filled with anticipation. When the lights went up around 11:45, I was entertained but not blown away.

The media reviews, especially A.O. Scott’s piece in Monday’s New York Times, made me think this was going to blow me away. Even the incredibly negative New Yorker review didn’t stop me from thinking this was going to be great.

It was very entertaining, extremely well made and certainly several magnitudes of better than episodes one and two. But in making the first trilogy so slick and so chockfull of…stuff…he diminished the impact of episodes four-six, which are inherently more interesting stories. The opening 20 minutes or so, as Obi-Wan and Anakin try to rescue Chancellor Palpatine, was a visual treat but we’ve seen fights in the sky, we’ve seen droids attack, we’ve seen the stars cluttered with vessels battle every which way. This time, it just felt drawn out.

And that was the general feeling I had throughout the entire film. Moments I wanted were gone. Characters I wanted to see do something did nothing. Padme, for example, is a former Queen, now-Senator but does nothing the movie but watch Anakin slowly be seduced by the Dark Side and doesn’t notice. Nor does she speak out against the Senate conceding more of its power to the Chancellor. She frets, she cries, she gives birth and has been rendered the maguffin in the film. (The maguffin being the Hitchcock term for the item or plot device to propel the film but is itself inconsequential.)

Bail Organa shows up with more screen time, and he too says nothing against the crumbling of democracy. Instead, he’s suddenly a trusted friend to Yoda there to be a convenient person to move things from point A to point B. Jimmy Smits is given nothing to work with and his acting suffers greatly for it.

I’m told there’s a scene missing when Padme, Bail and other senators privately meet with Palpatine to plead their case but is dismissed by the oily politician. Would have been nice to have. Similarly, after the Republic crumbles, two scenes where Bail helps form the Rebel Alliance are also missing which hurts the movie’s end from properly setting up episode four.

Anyway, I remember sitting and watching the Sarlac scene in Return of the Jedi and the camaraderie between the characters, affection and humor they have for one another, made Luke’s gang plank walk filled with tension. Then, he salutes, leaps into the air and catches the lightsaber ejected by R2-D2, and the fight begins and we’re cheering.

I don’t feel the same about any of the characters in episode three. When Obi-Wan has to fight Dookoo or later, Anakin, I just don’t care. The best characterization in the film is either Palpatine or Yoda so when they fight, it’s the highlight of the film.

Speaking of Yoda, he seems to be the only Jedi Master really plugged into the Force. The montage as the Jedi Masters and their followers are cut down is too heavily influenced by George Lucas’ pal Francis Ford Coppola and the similar sequence from The Godfather. He feels them being cut down, one by one, but each one seems too easily ambushed and neutralized.

There remain some thrilling moments, especially the birth of the black-helmeted Darth Vader, but overall, we’re not surprised or overwhelmed with new cool planets, aliens, droids or, well, pretty much anything else.

It’s a fine film, very slickly made and entertaining but sadly missing the heart and soul when it needed it the most.

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May 13, 2005

Distant Shores

While gathering my thoughts, I thought I'd share with you the just announced contents of the tenth anniversary Star Trek: Voyager anthology, Distant Shores, coming in November.

"Da Capo al Fine" written by Heather Jarman
"Command Code" written by Robert Greenberger
"Winds of Change" written by Kim Sheard
"Talent Night" written by Jeffrey Lang
"Letting Go" written by Keith R.A. DeCandido
"Closure" written by James Swallow
"Isabo's Shirt" written by Kirsten Beyer
"The Secret Heart of Zolaluz" written by Robert T. Jeschonek
"Brief Candle" written by Christopher L. Bennett
"Eighteen Minutes" written by Terri Osborne
"Or the Tiger" written by Geoffrey Thorne
"Bottomless" written by Ilsa J. Bick

The stories are presented in chronological order and I'm told Heather's piece is actually a framing device, so I get the first story slot. Since the story is set between the first and second episodes, it doesn't get much earlier.

I'm pleased to be with many friends, and others whose work I've come to respect and one or two I have yet to meet. Should be worth your while.

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In the News

It’s been a crazy busy week both at work and at home so sorry for the lack of commentary. I do have some thought s to share will likely have stuff tonight or tomorrow.

Meantime, in our second to last thrilling installment I mentioned how I wound up being interviewed for the local newspaper about tonight’s final curtain for Star Trek: Enterprise. Well, the photographer came by on Wednesday and this morning, there I am, on page 1. Oddly, they think this is page one material. At least I’m below the fold, while the state’s first execution in decades made the top headline. Have to keep our priorities straight. For those interested, the Connecticut Post has it on line as well. Not a bad piece although some of my better comments were left on the reporter’s notepad.

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May 08, 2005

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother’s Day to one and all.

Around here, the tradition tends to be Kate, Robbie and I making ourselves available to Deb. Invariably, this means a day of yard work, weeding, digging, planting, etc. On the rare day it has rained, we’ve found other diversions.

This year, though, it’s the first without Kate around to participate in slave labor. Also, Deb had some foot surgery on Friday so is confined to a couch for a while. This absolved us from yard work although this will likely mean making up for lost time in hotter weather come June. Rob did go out and do some clipping since Deb could direct that from a distance.

She has felt special, I hope, since she’s been served fresh made waffles and strawberries, had a lovely salad for lunch and is finally seeing the Marlon Brando A Streetcar Named Desire while I’m down here trying to get a few things accomplished before I return to the kitchen and make dinner. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s a busier than usual day so time I thought I’d have to give the Ancient Chinese Technology ms. a final read has been compressed.

When Woodrow Wilson signed this day into law, it came at a time when Mothers everywhere were under-appreciated. Fathers went to work; many putting in long hours and the six day workweek was commonplace. Mothers raised the kids, maintained the house, cooked three meals a day and society had progressed to a point when those efforts were entirely overlooked. The father was the breadwinner and the mother was the homemaker but since the latter job didn’t come with a salary, it was deemed less important.

Things have changed. Now, mothers have to earn a salary, too, while still shouldering the majority of the burden for the raising of the kids, maintenance of the house, and cooking three meals a day. Statistics still show an inequality in the time two income couples spend on such matters.

And they matter. I remain boggled by the husbands I commute or work with who have working wives yet remain absolutely clueless what their kids are up, what their weekend plans are and what goes on in the community. The double standard is withering away, just not fast enough.

So, to the moms reading this, I salute you. Put your feet up and take a moment.

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May 06, 2005

It's Never Dull

I’m home today, taking care of odds and ends and a few things have cropped up.

While running errands, I stop by Capricorn Comics Plus, my local retailer. A colleague of the owner is on the phone with the Connecticut Post. The reporter is calling local comic shops to try and get some local reaction to next week’s Star Trek: Enterprise and the end of an era. The guy sees me and hands me the phone. I then spend 20 minutes with the reporter, who is acting like he hit the mother lode given my credentials. Heck, he even wants to send a photographer to snap me watching the final episode next week (timing being what it is, that’s not happening). Anyway, he’s clearly new to Star Trek so I cross my fingers he paid attention to the comments.

Also, while trying to get my thoughts together on a new project, I get hit with the letter from a professor at the University of Pittsburgh, slamming me for my work on the Ancient Chinese Technology book, which I thought I was done with. To Rosen Books’ credit, they do send their manuscripts out to authorities in the specific field, but this guy was harsh and out of line. Turns out it just required a few tweaks to get most of it in shape. The biggest problem is I don’t speak Chinese and I didn’t quite grasp there exist to different “romanizations” of Chinese and I used some from each. Of course, that’s what copy editors are for but the prof slammed the editor, too. So that deflated me a bit and took up much of the afternoon.

And then Newsarama breaks the news yesterday that George Perez is exclusive to DC once more. Buried in the article is the item that George has done a cover for Absolute Crisis on Infinite Earths. I was surprised to see that in print since DC had yet to announce it, but stay tuned for the formal word and then I can tell you all about my role.

Just goes to show you, it’s always something.

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May 03, 2005

Updates

A few things seem to have moved along so I thought I’d report in:

RTM

Last night was the special meeting on the budget. Once again, the RTM was asked if we intended to make any cuts to the budget. No one raised a hand. Then various members of the Body spoke, mostly in favor of the budget. Our Republican colleagues, though, took the opportunity to open the campaign season by bringing up the recurring theme of fiscal responsibility.

Some of the speeches were interesting, some pointless since they were exaggerated facts and misinforming the room. Our First Selectman got a wee bit hot under the collar and rebutted most of them and took some to task for the mist-statements. As one Republican put it to me later, “I know I’m right when I see him that upset.”

And once more the general public had a chance to speak. Our Moderator reminded one and all that no cut were being proposed so they should moderate their comments to reflect this. Well, only three spoke, all teachers from the same school and all felt it their duty to speak in favor of the budget.

It passed 42-4-0 so there was little doubt.

Afterwards, as was the Democratic custom, we headed over to a local restaurant for drinks. Being early enough, I tagged along. While there, several members of the GOP also turned up and as the night wore on, I found myself engaged in a lively discussion with one member of the opposing party, whose words usually sound properly concerned and factually accurate. We chatted about this and that, getting to know one another and it turned out we both had kids who had performed last weekend in the high school production of Grease and they knew each other. We found more and more common ground on education issues and it certainly un-demonized her in my eyes.

CABLEVISION

Back in September, I told the story of how my analog package was dissolved, effectively forcing me to switch the digital cable service. I was given a year’s deal for their i/o Gold package at the same price I had been paying.

Two weeks ago, I dropped the president of the company a note pointing out that September will be here before you know it. While there was a lot to like about digital cable, there were too many unwatched channels to make Gold the best deal for me. Now that digital cable had been around for a while, I thought now might be a good time for Cablevision to take a leadership position in the field and start offering some packages aimed at the different viewers. If the studies are right, the average cable subscriber watches only 17 channels with any regularity. So, maybe it was time to start tailoring some packages with that in mind.

In April, they rolled out a premium sports tier and suggested maybe they try that with movies channels or other subjects.

Having been a Cablevision viewer since 1975 and a subscriber since 1980, I reminded them they have never been in a position of leadership and are usually not putting the customer first. Maybe now would be a good time to try something new.

This morning I received a call, not from the company president, but someone in customer service. She asked specifically which channels I wanted and then said I’d be best having the Silver package with the Showtime package added ala carte. When I asked how much it would run me, she replied it would come in $2 over what I would be paying in September for the Gold package. We both agreed that didn’t make sense. She held to the party line and indicated that there were not likely to be changes until enough customers complained in my community to force Cablevision to renegotiate packages with the town. I pointed out that means they will do nothing to benefit the customer until enough of them get pissed off at Cablevision and the churn rate forces the company to react, rather than be pro-active. She admitted I had a point.

Suffice to say, nothing got accomplished except getting my concerns on the record. Once more this proves the Dolan family, owners of the company, remain the idiots I knew them to be the first time I dealt with them in 1975.

EXERCISE

Just over six months ago, Deb decided it was time I went to the gym. I dutifully signed up at the rec center, bought a pair of sweat pants and a water bottle and started working out twice a week.

The good news is, I haven’t keeled over from a heart attack. I have been lifting an increasing amount of weight on the various pieces of equipment as well as prolonging my time on the cross training machine. I can feel the muscles straining and sometimes even leave the gym feeling good for my efforts.

The bad news seems to be that I haven’t lost much weight in the process, but what weight I carry must certainly be better toned.

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May 02, 2005

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May 01, 2005

Hitchhiking

Robbie and I juggled schedules so we were both free at the same time to see Hitchhiker�s Guide to the Galaxy, something of a feat these days. Deb was disinterested so it came down to the two of us and an early Sunday performance worked best.

We laughed ourselves silly.

First, we got very excited at the Revenge of the Sith trailer, one I hadn�t seen before. We got in too late to see the Serenity trailer, which I had seen and liked on line but wanted to sample it on the big screen. Reports were that it was received in our theatre.

Anyway, I had read the book once upon a time, saw the BBC series, heard the BBC radio version on record and liked things about each one, since they were never identical. It was with some trepidation that I heard about changes but understood they were necessary ones, starting with the need for a linear enough storyline not to lose the audience.

Long ago, I had the pleasure of interviewing Douglas Adams for Starlog and as we sat in a hotel bar, he seemed genuinely surprised by the American passion for what is basically very British humor (is that humour)? He wasn�t sure how many more ways it could be adapted but had early hopes for a big budget screen adaptation. At the time, he had no way of knowing that he�d uproot his family, move to California and die four years before his baby could be born.

With all that in mind, I settled in and was highly entertained. It certainly has to be the best looking of the various versions. The designs of the aliens, planets, ships, etc. was all very imaginative and true to the spirit of Adams� prose. Kudos to the Henson folk for terrific creatures, notably the Vorgons. And Marvin was a delight.

The cast was well selected. Sam Rockwell was a lot of fun to watch although I was constantly reminded of Johnny Depp�s Captain Jack Sparrow, which became distracting. Mos Def was also a neat choice for Ford Prefect, although he really needed more to do. I kept hearing how Trillian was the character most changed, and maybe she was but it worked for me. Zooey Deschanel is cute and adorable and again, I was reminded of a young Margot Kidder in terms of look and spunk.

Yes, the story had changes. And yes, all the humor wasn�t of a consistently high quality. It�s a shame one of the weakest gags was the last one in the film. Now, was it me, or when they fired up the Improbability Drive at the end, the very last image was a human face and I think it was Adams�.

As we left the theatre, an older couple was on their way in and stopped to ask us if it was any good. I said, absolutely�if you like that kind of humor. It�s silly and over-the-top in spots so if you like that sort of stuff, its well worth your time and money. If it�s not your cup of tea, well, the release of the movie tells me the summer season is well underway. And it started with a good, much needed, laugh.

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