Saturday, December 31, 2005

2005 list!

Hey kids! Here are my picks for the best/worst of 2005! Boy, been quite a year, hasn't it? Tell you the truth, I have trouble remembering when 2004 ended and 2005 began. Oh well. Here we go.

Best shoes of 2005 - My shoes. Yep, I picked up these cool Converse in Eugene. They're cool.










Best movie of 2005 - The best film I saw this year was The Harder They Come with Jimmy Cliff. Yeah, it didn't come out in 2005, but I didn't see it until this past year, so it's new to me. It is the story of Jamaica, shanty towns, music, and one man's quest to become famous, then just saying "fook it, mon," and deciding to become infamous. It is a vibrant, fun, colorful, violent, tragic, and just plain rad movie. And the soundtrack kicks ass.

Worst movie of 2005 - Hmm. I don't remember all the movies that I saw this year, but the worst one I can remember is Two Weeks Notice with Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock. It was on TV one night. It's not a terrible movie, just a really dumb one. Uh...don't see it.

Best album of 2005 - The best album I heard all year was Neon Blonde's Chandeliers in the Savannah. Neon Blonde is the side project of singer Johnny Whitney and drummer Mark Gajadhar, both from the avant-noise-punk group Blood Brothers. With Neon Blonde, Whitney retains all the theatrical sarcasm and anger he expresses with the Blood Brothers, but he isn't grounded in a thrash-punk base. In fact, Neon Blonde moves so freely between musical elements that they seem to have no base at all. But this isn't simple theme-sampling postmodern pop. Everything is filtered through Whitney's bizarre aesthetic sense to create a completely distinct sound. The songs "Headlines" and "Cherries in Slow Motion" are stand-alone masterpieces. This is some kind of new mutant pop music; challenging, smart, melodic, vicious, yet beautiful. It's kind of like a pretty girl beating you up. With a giant diamond. In a condemned art gallery.

Worst commercial of 2005 - There is a dramatic shot of a rock drummer, sweaty, onstage, counting off on his drumsticks. Then, on the downbeat, we cut to a four-door BMW - a goddamn BMW - driving around some hillsides. Oh, and there is some generic, stupid, car commercial rock music playing to accompany this luxury car rolling through the scenery. When I first saw this it almost made my eyes vomit.

Best quote of 2005 - "What was fresh and new so long ago is now old and dumb." -Alexio Wiseman

Best Western of 2005 - Bayside Inn, 555 West Ash Street, San Diego, CA


Best celebrity moment of 2005 - When Brad and Jen met up with Ben and Hillary in that dark alley and then Leo showed up and ran down Lindsay with his mercedes and then the rest of them butchered each other with flaming broken bottles with poison teeth. In a big toilet.

Worst president of 2005 - I know there were a lot of presidents doing their thing this year, but president Bush just keeps on suckin'.

Best book of 2005 - I'm not sure when it was released, but this year I read and enjoyed A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. I don't read a lot of books, but that just goes to show how good this one is; it actually held my interest the whole way through. The most refreshing part is how immediate and free the writing is. I just love how Eggers disregards every narrative rule they try to teach you in school. You see, kids? Writing is about telling a story. Not about run-ons and proper form.

Best random pretty girl of 2005 - Rina Uchiyama. C'mon, you know me.


Best game of 2005 - Harvest Moon: Back to Nature on the Playstation. Once again, this didn't come out in 2005. But during this year, this game was my second life. And in this second life, I am successful, and happy, and prosperous, and all the things that I am not in my first life.

Worst hurricane of 2005 - Definitely hurricane Rita. I mean, gosh. All that water was blown around, and....No, wait. Katrina! Yeah, on second thought, Katrina was the worst hurricane. Duh.

Best 2005 list of 2005 - This one, beeyatches.
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Sunday, December 25, 2005

Merry Christmas space!











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Friday, December 23, 2005

I heard it on the radiogram!

So I changed the look and the name. 'The Flying Wheel' was intended to be a temporary placeholder anyway. But here is a picture of Mia Matsumiya of Kayo Dot to make the transition more, um, smooth.


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Monday, December 19, 2005

The Taste's Photo Adventure!

If you have been paying attention to me, then you know that my band The Taste has played two shows in the last couple weeks- one at Loveland, then one at the Tonic Lounge this past weekend. In addition to rocking people's heads, much merriment was had at Aaron's house, which has become a veritable cool dude headquarters housing the peerless personalities of Luke, Joel, Alexio, James, and Will (and Aaron, of course). Today upon returning home from Portland I made my camera vomit upon my hardrive all the pictures I took. In addition, our band's self-appointed photographer Rob got a bunch of good shots. Oh, and then yesterday, the morning after our show at Tonic, the heaven's rained snow upon the city of Portland. It could be a Christmas miracle...even though it isn't Christmas, and then we were snowed-in.





































































Thursday, December 15, 2005

pondering with the English boy.



This English boy is pondering "Strip clubs present an interesting paradox; a kind of power stuggle, if you will. On the one hand, it is a man-run institution, and the businesses are usually managed by men. It is the man being catered to and entertained. On the other hand, however, it is the women who assume the dominant role. They are elevated to a higher status, both contextually and literally, as the stage places them above the male clients. The men offer up their money hoping to get a little extra attention or a better show, sitting wide-eyed and panting like pups. Thus it is a bit difficult to say who is really in charge, the birds or the blokes. Ah, no matter then! Come, let us have some tea."
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005

loose, echoey, sad, beautiful.

Where do you think Destroyer fits into the North American music scene?

"In the far corner, face to the wall."

I found this little interview with Destroyer (Dan Bejar) and thought I would direct you to it. It's not very recent and the author's little story at the beginning is a bit hokey, but I like Destroyer's music, and I like what he has to say about his own sound and his mostly unnoticed place in the modern music world.
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Friday, December 02, 2005

live at the Fillmore...
























Poster art by Me.
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and the gumball cracks.


Paul Klee, "The Place of the Twins"

If you will recall, when I finished my album Synestheseus I mentioned a couple songs that didn't make it on because of techinical difficulties (meaning I either didn't have the proper equipment or the proper equipment wasn't working like it should at the time). Those incomplete songs have remained as mp3s on my computer, being shuffled around and swept up into various files. So yesterday I came across the base instrumental I made for a song called Twin Study, and I decided to finally finish the damn thing. I don't have my electric guitar, my amp, or a proper microphone, so I had to rely on my wits and experimentation. I've put it up on the myspace page.

Yeah, it's a wierd song, but what else would you expect from me? At the time I wrote it, I was inspired by twins and people who's names sounded like 'twin'. Oh, and twin study refers to psychological research on genetics. Do the song's words make sense of these concepts? Goodness no. Good luck deciphering.
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Thursday, November 24, 2005

happy thanksgiving.

I really don't have anything holiday-ish to say, so here is a news article I thought was funny.

Police search for Gary Glitter in Vietnam


"Do you wanna touch?? Yeah! Vietnamese girls?? ...Yeah!"
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

just for fun.



This is kind of an extension of my last posting. Jarvis Cocker's appearance in the new Harry Potter movie got me thinking about how marvelously inappropriate it could have been, and so I have written up this list of Pulp lyrics that would've been great to hear during the Yule Ball sequence. Just imagine - Hermione is pouring her heart out to Ron, when suddenly, in the background, you hear Cocker sing...

"You've got such a beautiful body," from the song Countdown

"They leave their scent behind them, everywhere they go," from Dogs are Everywhere

"You know I love it when you tell me to stop/ oh it's turnin me on!" from Pencil Skirt

"You are hardcore, you make me hard," from This is Hardcore

"That goes in there, and that goes in there, and that goes in there..." also from This is Hardcore

"The master masturbates alone, in a corner of your home," from Master of the Universe

"And you'll dance and drink and screw, because there's nothing else to do," from Common People

"Bad acting, bad dialogue, no interest/ too long with no story and no sex," from Made for TV

and my favorite,
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This love scene has begun/ There's nothing left for us to do but get it on," from Seductive Barry
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Saturday, November 19, 2005

Wizard Band.



The fourth Harry Potter movie has descended upon theaters, to the glee of kids, book-lovers, Harry-lovers, and nyerds everywhere. Last night I went and saw the film, and I was entertained. I like the Potter movies because I like seeing all this fantastic stuff depicted so realistically. I mean, that horny-dragon looks like a real damn horny-dragon! When Harry flies around the big castle school on a fancy broom, it looks like he's really flyin' around the big castle school on a fancy broom! And that's something I don't have the priveledge of seeing in my day-to-day life, unfortunately. I haven't kept up with the novels. I read the first two, but lost interest a quarter into the third book. But who needs to read the books when the movies are this good?? Actually, I didn't see episode three, whatever it was called. Harry Potter and the Laurel of Starbuckle, wasn't it?

Little did I know that this fourth movie installment held a little nugget, a special golden snatch for weirdos like me to notice and appreciate. ...Er, snitch, sorry. Now that Harry Potter and his little crew of rule-breakers are getting older, the story is incorporating more opportunities for the characters to interact in awkward adolescent-sexual-tension-rooted-confusion-driven situations. Which means - school dance! That's right, it's a good ol' fashioned coming-of-age mandatory dance/prom/ball sequence, complete with crying and regret and beautiful angst. These sequences are not complete, however, without an ignorable rock band jamming away in the background (both musically and visually). I normally expect something lame here, as filmmakers would rather get some fresh-faced young actors to pretend like they're musicians rather than hiring, say, Jarvis Cocker to seranade the teens. But friends, I'll be damned if Jarvis himself doesn't come jerking up to the microphone, right there, onscreen, in the Harry Potter movie.

Jarvis Cocker, Wizard

Imagine my surprise and glee to see one of my heroes return from obscurity as a singer in a Wizard Band! How absurd! How ridiculous! How awesome! He really only gets about 2 seconds of screen time, but it's enough for Pulp fans to cry out "Jesus shit! It's Jarvis!" to all the parents and little kids in the theater. While the beautiful angst is being played out onscreen, I noticed that some of the tunes being put out by the band weren't half bad, so upon returning home I promptly downloaded the songs. And guess what? The songs by the Wizard Band are all about...Wizard stuff! Magic Works is about last dances...with magic! This is the Night has a bunch of allusions to dark magical dabblings! And Do the Hippogriff, wonderfully bad, features the lyric "boogie down like a unicorn." What the hell is a Hippogriff, you ask? Well, I Googled it and came up with this picture:


The song asks if you can dance like one of those.
I further discovered that the band's name, which doesn't even get mentioned in the film, is the Weird Sisters and includes Radiohead's Johnny Greenwood and Phil Selway. Upon further research I also found that the name of Jarvis's character is Myron Wagtail, and I guess Greenwood plays Kirley MacCormack Duke, which are pretty rad names. Actually, the songs would be worth downloading solely for the bizarre sounds Greenwood evokes from his guitar.


Black Sabbath and Jimmy Page: No joke??

Of course, this idea of a Wizard Band brought to mind several questions: do they use magic to play better? Do they get strung out on Wizard drugs? Is their audience purely wizard-based, or do they have a market with the muggle demographic? And, according to the Harry Potter universe, how many rock stars who have said they were wizards actually were? Jimmy Page, Marc Bolan, Jim Morrison, Ozzy Osbourne... Maybe they all went to Hogwarts.
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Thursday, November 17, 2005

'skinship'.

Japanese have the least active sex lives?

I just found this link on Click Opera, and I must say - No pues!

But I like how most of these kids see this as a problem. That's right! It's up to you guys to change this! When I get to Japan, it better be swingin!
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Louis and Clarck.

Long ago, on this very blog, I wrote this:
Something has been driving me downright looney. Do this: go to the google image search. Type in "bear attack" for the keyword. Search. Look at the very first image. What the hell is that??? The link is broken! You can't go to the site, because IT DOESN'T EXIST! The picture seems to be the remnants of a website that documented a bizarre alternate world of Lewis and Clark, which I have dubbed the Louis and Clarck World of Intrigue and Foreboding. In this alternate dimension, the two adventurers look like scarecrows and they trek across a smooth, featureless landscape, tirelessly pursued by a large, akward man in a bear-dog suit. And what's more, apparently postcards existed of the journey, but I sure wouldn't want such a strange image on my fridge.

Well kids, I today I did the "bear attack" search again, just for old times sake, and found that the picture and its website do indeed work now. Here is the classic picture I was ranting about before:


I also like this one:

Oh no! Lewis is falling! ...Or dancing at a funny angle on the side of a big purple rock. Either way, it's bad.

The origin site sheds little light on these strange "postcards." Anyway, here's the link, if you dare. Wierd Louis and Clarck picture pages.
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Friday, November 11, 2005

life on the farm.

My name is Hamegg. I own a farm at the edge of a small town, out in God's country. Well, I don't own the farm. It was my father's - or grandfather's, I don't really recall - and he died or something. So I was summoned to come and attempt to restore the farm to its alleged former glory. Whether or not it ever was glorious, I have no idea; for all I know my grandfather went nuts, pissed on all his produce, shot all his livestock, and saved a bullet for the back of his throat.

Nonetheless, it has been a good year. I came round in the Spring, dubbed the farm Nazereth, cleaned up the place, bought some seeds and went to work. At the beginning of Summer, Barley, an old farmer who lives down the road from me, brought by a young horse and gave it to me. I named him Breakin, after the 1984 breakdancing film. I hear the town has annual horse races, so I may eventually be a jockey and earn some winnings. I also have a dog named Dogimus, and I play catch with him every day. I bought the ball for 100g from Won, an eccentric character who hangs out at the pub on weekends and sells exotic seeds. I like the guy. He's a kick.

The town is small and quaint. Its highlights include a library, a pub, a store, a church, and a beach, and every couple weeks there is a town event to strengthen the commuity. I used to go to the pub and drink most every night with the local folks; Cliff the vagrant, Grey the farmhand, Gots the blacksmith, and Rick the fag. The bartender's a jolly fella, and his daughter Ann is a peach. Truth be told I used to frequent the bar just for her (and cause her bedroom's right upstairs), but she fails to interest me anymore. Actually, since the summer's ended the place has been closed in the evenings, so I haven't been back much. There was also a guy named Kai who came for the summer, owned a place on the beach. Me and the grocer's daughter would go hang out with him in the afternoons and get fuuuucked uuuuuup.

The church is run by the young pastor Carter, who doesn't hold any kind of service on Sunday. "I used to," he once told me, "but now that I've found a new kind of faith I no longer see the need." He since hasn't revealed anything more about his 'new kind of faith', and I'm starting to fear for the town's children.


Male bonding through good ol' illegal cockfighting. Then it's time for some hoochie coochie.

The girls in town are all wholesome and healthy, young and pretty, ripe and ready. There's the librarian, to whom I used to bring fruits. Then there's the nurse, who blushes when I talk to her and once stopped me on the street to give me something she cooked. Kooky bitch. There's also a girl named Popuri who lives on the chicken farm. She's real fine, and she smells nice; I stop by her place sometimes and she...shows me her flowers. But my woman of gold is the grocer's daughter Karen. We've been seeing each other regularly since the beginning of summer, and things are going well. She doesn't seem aware of my interactions with the other girls in town, which I suppose is for the better. Last week she and I went up to the mountain to look at the moon, and to make a long story short, I got home the next morning.

It's Fall now, and last week old man Buck asked me if I'd like to work part-time for him at his winery. I said sure, and even brought along Cliff to lend a hand. I figured he could use the money. I don't need the income so much; my farm's produce brings in the dough, and on top of that I collect nature's bounty from the nearby mountain and sell it for top dollar. I even managed to hatch some chickens, and the goddamn things lay eggs every day, which go straight to the shipping box and turn into cold hard cash. Pretty soon I'll be able to buy this town.
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Monday, November 07, 2005

bonus fun videos.

Today I finally hooked up the wireless connection with my computer in Lebanon, so to celebrate I have some bonus fun videos for you.

The first video is apparently the opening sequence for the Japanese TV show Gachapin Challenge Series, which...I won't even try to explain. This clip is succeeds in being incredibly bizarre even before the incredibly bizarre commercial at the end.




The second video is one of the greatest masterpieces in the history of animated short films. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Space War by Christy Karacas.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

commercial art, starring Nicholas Cage.

I still haven't connected my computer in Lebanon, so until I have the time and resources to put up a decent posting I give you the phenomenal poster for the movie Lord of War. Enjoy.


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Saturday, October 29, 2005

net worth.


My blog is worth $564.54.
How much is your blog worth?

Hmm. Maybe I should sell my blog...
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Friday, October 21, 2005

no more pac-man.

Just wanted to let y'all know that Myspace is done with their repairs, so finally the downloads are working. Once again, here is my page.
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Thursday, October 20, 2005

sex appeal.



I remember, way back in high school, we were designing posters for a stage play of The Wizard of OZ. I designed a pretty bitchin poster, complete with a phallus-free depiction of the emerald city. Unfortunately, the winning poster was some girl's design that featured crappy drawings of the four protagonists and an emerald city composed of big green penis-towers rising from the poppys.

Which brings me to today's link: b3ta.com's phallic logo awards.
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Sunday, October 16, 2005

justifying your muses.

I just have to refer you to the latest post on Click Opera, Momus's livejournal. Or, more specifically, check out the battle that ensues in the comments and threads below the entry. In a nutshell, the post is Momus's take on Brian Eno's view of beautiful women as cultural objects, to be observed and appreciated and studied like places and events in cultural history.

Momus writes a lot. Nearly every day he has a new essay posted on his livejournal, discussing his philosophies and why he thinks the way he does. Hell, if he decides he likes pink Peeps instead of yellow Peeps, he'll type up an essay filled with literary and artistic references to prove that it is historically sound to like pink Peeps. But while reading his Women as Culture post, I soon felt that he was writing too much and setting himself up to be skewered. The longer you explain something the more likely you are to offend or provoke someone, and by the end of the last paragraph I knew there was probably a war going on in the comments area. And there most certainly was. And it's pretty damn funny.

One thing I found amusing is that Momus's livejournal seems to be read by a bunch of people who hate his guts. If you are a fan of Momus, then you know that he loves Japanese women and he hates America's brand of feminism. He hints at it in everything he writes, and he's addressed these points many times before. But as soon as he makes it the subject of an essay, the voices of a hundred western female readers can be heard yelling "now he's gone too far! Yellow Peeps deserve respect!"

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Momus & Marxy: Who can throw his brain harder at the other?

Something else I thought was funny is Momus's constant ripping on Marxy, another musician who lives in Japan and writes about the culture on his own blog. I like how over the past year or so Marxy seems to have become The Misfits to Momus's Jem, so to speak, as Marxy's views of Japan and pop are generally more pessimistic than those of his nemesis, and the two frequently give each other shit because of it. I just want to see them have it out with rapiers aboard a pirate ship, or otherwise just throw their brains at each other.

Momus gets in trouble not for featuring pictures of girls he thinks are attractive, but for featuring them and then trying to start an argument as to why he is justified in featuring them. "I love pink peeps because they are the best, and I dare you to debate me." He got in the same mess when he attempted to explain his love for Japanese women and why nobody can attack him for it, and ended up getting attacked viciously by feminist wolves. You don't need to explain your crushes, man! Don't justify your muses! It's all just a stone grooooove!
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What I mean is, to each his own. I can give props to my muses, my choice beautiful women, my favorite cultural objects without necessarily asserting that you should all appreciate them. For example, my desktop features a picture of Enazo from the band Lolita No.18. I like her because she's a Japanese punk rocker, because she plays a blue FLYING-V, and because she's cute. Or how about Shena Ringo, who gets mentioned enough on this blog to be the Flying Wheel of its namesake. And let me give mention to Mana, a girl I met a few weeks ago, who could inspire me enough to write an entire opera in a day. Y'all don't agree with me and my choice of muses? Well, you can cram it with walnuts, cause I don't care.


Mana and a muse. It's just fun to say- muse.

But I think I would be underestimating Momus's intelligence if I thought he wasn't expecting an argument. I would guess that he enjoys getting hounded on his livejournal simply because he is a master-debator(...heh). No matter what someone says, no matter what anyone throws at him, the guy manages to make them look uninformed or misled. Or he will wait until everyone commenting gets into arguments amongst themselves and then take the opportunity to write a new post and change the subject. "The discussion is over, folks. Pink Peeps are the shit. Now, moving on to why Jack Johnson's a plonker..."

So anyway, in other news, I am hoping to have a new song finished soon. Something you can dance to, maybe.
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Friday, October 14, 2005

repairs.

I realized today that the download buttons on my myspace music site were not working, so I promptly fixed them. Now the songs I post there are downloadable.
Actually, at the moment I write this the site is undergoing maintenance, so if you try to download a song you are taken to a page where you can play Pac-Man instead. I think it's rather nice, kind of a "Dammit...oh well, I guess I'll eat the dots."

My friend Jose recently finished his design website, and merely days later he was contacted by a design company in Portland interested in his work. Here's his kick-ass website:
www.penapoca.com
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Thursday, October 13, 2005

albums and visual vitamins.

Dennis has uploaded Synestheseus in its entirety as a zip file on his OSU webspace. If you feel like downloading it, go here.

Also, I finally found - in my extensive Hotmail archives - the address to my old friend Adi Saputra's new photo website. Adi currently lives and works in Japan, and is an all-around cool dude in addition to being a fantastic photographer. His love for that country becomes highly contagious through his keen, colorful photographs. Check out his stuff; it's good for you.


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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

this is the new stuff.

I've been rather off the ball recently as far as posting, so I apologize. I was scheduled to move out of my apartment on Wednesday but I arranged to stay until the end of the month, so at least I know I can retain my livelihood for a little longer.

Aside from drumming with The Taste, I was completely musically unproductive over the summer. I gave out some copies of Synestheseus and dinked around on my guitar, but nothing was recorded. I was concerned with other things, like finishing college and subsequently trying to survive. But I am always thinking about musical styles, what they mean, and what I would like to do with them. I am always learning songs and writing new ones. Now that my computer and I are back in Corvallis, I have found some time to record again, and thus I present a new little Caws Pobi song on my newly customized Myspace page.

So now I get to rant about who's been inspiring me lately: Leon Redbone and his mysterious, nostalgic blues-hepcat persona; Django Reinhardt, the jazzy gypsy and probably my favorite guitarist ever; early Momus and his skewed pop-storytelling; Revolver by the Beatles; Tom Waits and his bad self; and good ol' 60s Dylan and his beat-folk.

I must also announce that Captain A and the Sounds of B may be fixin' to blow your minds once again. Keep your ear to the ground, mateys.


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