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  • Bad Astronomy notes the remarkably eccentric orbit of gas giant HR 5138b.

  • Centauri Dreams notes the impact that large-scale collisions have on the evolution of planets.

  • Chris Bertram at Crooked Timber noted yesterday that babies born on September 11th in 2001 are now 18 years old, adults.

  • The Crux notes that some of the hominins in the Sima de los Huesos site in Spain, ancestors to Neanderthals, may have been murdered.

  • D-Brief reports on the cryodrakon, a pterosaur that roamed the skies above what is now Canada 77 million years ago.

  • Dangerous Minds looks at the political artwork of Jan Pötter.

  • Gizmodo notes a poll suggesting a majority of Britons would support actively seeking to communicate with extraterrestrial civilizations.

  • io9 has a loving critical review of the first Star Trek movie.

  • JSTOR Daily shares, from April 1939, an essay by the anonymous head of British intelligence looking at the international context on the eve of the Second World War.

  • Language Log notes a recent essay on the mysterious Voynich manuscript, one concluding that it is almost certainly a hoax of some kind.

  • Erik Loomis at Lawyers, Guns and Money considers the future of the labour movement in the United States.

  • Marginal Revolution considers what sort of industrial policy would work for the United States.

  • Yardena Schwartz writes at NYR Daily about the potential power of Arab voters in Israel.

  • Jim Belshaw at Personal Reflections explains why, despite interest, Australia did not launch a space program in the 1980s.

  • Drew Rowsome provides a queer review of It: Chapter Two.

  • Starts With A Bang's Ethan Siegel notes how government censorship of science doomed the Soviet Union and could hurt the United States next.

  • Window on Eurasia notes how, in the Volga republics, recent educational policy changes have marginalized non-Russian languages.

  • Arnold Zwicky shares a glossy, fashion photography-style, reimagining of the central relationship in the James Baldwin classic Giovanni's Room, arranged by Hilton Als.

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  • anthro{dendum} hosts Alexia Maddox's essay on her experience doing ethnographic work on Darknet drug markets.

  • The Broadside Blog's Caitlin Kelly writes about how the creative life, contrary to some imaginings, is not self-sustaining. It desperately needs external support--an outside job, perhaps.

  • Bruce Dorminey writes about how the climate of Chile, especially the Atacama, is perfect for astronomy.

  • JSTOR Daily shares a paper talking about how Alexander Pushkin, the 19th century Russian author, was demonstrably proud of his African ancestry.

  • Language Hat links to a new article on rongorongo, the mysterious and undeciphered script of the Rapa Nui of Polynesian Easter Island.

  • Lingua Franca, at the Chronicle, notes in passing the oddness of restrictions imposed by customs in Chile on taking ordinary books into the country.

  • Lawyers, Guns and Money notes a bizarrely parochial article from the New York Times talking down to Los Angeles.

  • The Map Room Blog links to some interesting articles, from The New York Times recently and from the Atlantic in 2012, about the art of gerrymandering.

  • The NYR Daily looks at the import of the Nunes memo for Trump and Russian-American relations.

  • Roads and Kingdoms considers the simple pleasures of a snack featuring canned fish by the beach in Mallorca.

  • Drew Rowsome quite approves of this year's gay romance film Sebastian, set here in Toronto.

  • Starts With A Bang's Ethan Siegel notes that, contrary to predictions, most satellite galaxies orbit in the same plane as their hosts. This is a problem for dark matter.
  • Towleroad notes that some are lobbying Amazon not to locate its HQ2 in a city without human rights protections for LGBT people.
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  • This argument in favour of recognizing the inherent rights of animals as moral persons, to not be property, seems compelling to me. Open Democracy has it.

  • This documentary project by Nicolas Polli about Ferox, an imagined third moon of Mars, sounds amazing. Wired reports.

  • Blockbuster in McAllen, Texas, is closing up shop. A once-mighty retail chain is going under. Global News reports.

  • This Slate review of the new Dakota Fanning Trekkie film, Please Stand By, makes it sound amazing.

  • VICE profiles Higher Brothers, a Chinese hip-hop band from Sichuan making it big in Shenzhen.

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  • blogTO notes the reluctance of the TTC to turn on the interactive LightSpell art at Pioneer Village station, even though it is now revealed to have cost $C 2 million (not $C 500 thousand).

  • Connor Cislo notes at Bloomberg the growing importance of intellectual property as a source of income for the Japanese economy, especially in a time of an emergent trade deficit and an aging workforce.

  • Liny Lamberink at Global News notes how the Chippewas of the Thames First Nation is using an innovative eco-home to attract tourists to their reserve.

  • VICE interviews Craig Gillespie, director of the intriguing new film I, Tonya about 1900s figure skater Tonya Harding, talking about the film and the thought that went into it. I must see this one, I think.

  • VICE reports PornHub data from Hawaii during last week's ballistic missile scare. It turns out porn watching collapsed by 77% during the crisis but then spiked by half after 9 o'clock.

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Rebecca Tucker's review in The Globe and Mail of Kedi, a new film looking at the cats of Istanbul, has me hooked. Where is it playing locally, I wonder?

Read almost any piece of travel journalism about Istanbul, and there will be mention of the cats. The city is literally crawling with them: unquantifiable felines, prowling the streets at all hours, climbing through windows uninvited and stealing fish from street vendors. But unlike other major cities that might consider the enormous feline presence a plague or pestilence, in Istanbul, the cats are an integral part of daily life. “Being a cat in Istanbul,” a Turkish musician told The Wall Street Journal in 2015,” is like being a cow in India.”

Kedi, the Oscilloscope Laboratories-produced documentary getting a limited release this week, is a gentle meditation on the strange symbiosis that exists between humans and cats throughout the Turkish city. Over the course of 80 minutes, the film – through a combination of interviews with locals, quiet shots of city life and scenes of cats in action (climbing to the top of local churches, say, or protecting a brood of kittens) – comes close to painting a complete picture of a city in which animals known for their autonomy and independent spirit have basically persuaded an entire population of people to take care of them, to gradual mutual benefit. Cats, despite what any dog people reading may suggest, do make great friends, especially if you give them a whole city’s worth of space.

There are seven cats who get almost exactly 15 minutes of fame in Kedi, and each has a name, but if you blink, you’ll miss it. They’re not always front and centre – whenever the film pulls out for a great panorama of Istanbul, or focuses specifically on its human inhabitants’ daily activities, it becomes increasingly tempting to seek out the cat in the frame (and when there’s not one immediately visible, to wonder how many must be hidden from view). It’s part of Kedi’s charm that it pulls back from anthropomorphizing its feline leads too much; their individual personalities are observed, rather than prescribed, and any attempt on the part of humans to quantify and articulate their preferred cat’s charms falls sweetly short.
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  • blogTO notes that Uniqlo will be giving away free thermal clothing tomorrow.

  • James Bow shares his column about the importance of truth.

  • The Broadside Blog's Caitlin Kelly shares with us her mid-winter walk.

  • Centauri Dreams reports about cometary water.

  • Dangerous Minds shares German cinema lobby cards from the 1960s.

  • Language Hat talks about dropping apostrophes.

  • Language Log reports about lexical searches on Google.

  • Lawyers, Guns and Money reports on the latest from Trump.

  • The NYRB Daily shares a review of an Iranian film on gender relations.

  • The Power and the Money's Noel Maurer notes the ongoing gas price protests in Mexico.

  • Spacing links to some articles about affordable housing around the world.

  • The Volokh Conspiracy notes Germany's abolition of a law forbidding insults to foreign heads of state.

  • Window on Eurasia suggests that stable Russian population figures cover up a wholesale collapse in the numbers of ethnic Russians, and looks at the shortages of skilled workers faced by defense industries.

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In "Why is the Toronto International Film Festival struggling to remain at the front of the pack?", Chris Knight looks at how TIFF is struggle to keep up to its global competitors.

Nobody throws a big bash for their 41st birthday. When the Toronto International Film Festival hit the big four-oh last year, there was soul-searching and reflection, most of it positive. A year later, it’s merely another chapter in the life of one of the world’s most prominent fests.

“I was thinking about that the other day,” muses Cameron Bailey, TIFF’s artistic director and a festival programmer since 1990. “It feels like it’s the next chapter. We’ve been through four decades of building the festival and, buoyed on the enthusiasm of the audiences here in Toronto, have become what we are.

“And now we’re evolving into something new and something different.”

But evolution is a tricky process, full of dead ends and missed opportunities. In 2014, long-time festival goer and Time movie critic Richard Corliss decided to give TIFF a miss, citing competition from other fall festivals – notably Venice and Telluride – and sniffing that the opening weekend featured “upmarket but seemingly ordinary Hollywood movies … three of them starring Adam Sandler.” (To be fair, none of them was Grown Ups 2.)

TIFF has grown hugely – some say unmanageably – since its 1976 debut as the Festival of Festivals. In those days, it played second-run best-ofs from other global fests. This year, almost half its 296 features will be world premieres, beginning with the opening night gala, Antoine Fuqua’s The Magnificent Seven.

Those numbers hide the fact that Toronto is frequently in intense competition with Telluride (Sept. 2 to 5 this year), Venice (Aug. 31 – Sept. 10) and sometimes New York (Sept. 30 – Oct. 16) for world premiere bragging rights. Premieres of first features or African co-productions don’t carry the same cachet as, say, Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone in La La Land, Venice’s opening night film.
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Friday night, I watched Star Trek: Beyond with my friend Jonathan and was pleased. This film, third in the reboot series, easily felt the Trekkiest of the three, and the most fun of the three. The plot works (compliments to star and co-writer Simon Pegg), all the major characters got development, canon was referenced without overpowering the plot, and Beyond at its best did capture a sense of wonder. The film's relative underperformance aside, I would say it promises good things for the future of the franchise.

I am a fan. In recent years, my participation has been limited to reading the tie-in fiction of the Star Trek expanded universe, since that's all we've had since the end of Enterprise a decade ago. I am quite excited by the impending Toronto-filmedseries Discovery. Showrunner Bryan Fuller's reputation, that of the writers he is bringing with him, and the promises he has made about settings and representation, promise good things.

What do you think? Does Star Trek still have a future? Or do you think otherwise? This is the fiftieth anniversary of the franchise, after all. Is it time for something new?

What say you all?
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Thursday night showing's of Akira at the Revue Cinema in Roncesvalles happily did not disappoint. The showing itself could have been better: the start time was delayed, but more frustratingly the organizers kept having sound trouble, starting with the dubbed version and then trying to get the sound going on the subtitled one only to opt for the dubbed version on the fourth try. The film itself was superb, no disappointment to my old memories.

A quick Googling reveals that I encountered Akira for the first time a bit more than a decade ago, Sam showing me the movie in December of 2005 and then lending me the translated volumes of the original manga over the first part of the following year. It's been a decade since I last engaged with this in depth, and I was a bit worried. I had been afraid that my memories of Akira were wrong, but I had also been afraid that the appraisals I wrote at the time would be massively incorrect. Neither is the case: Akira still stands up as a powerful and artistically credible depiction of the human encounter with the post-human, and the movie in particular remains an effective distillation of the sprawling sagas of the manga.

I was off on one thing, though, or--at best--I was reflecting the perspectives of my time, back in the halcyon pre-crash days of 2005 and 2006. At the time, I wrote that Akira did not feel like our future, not with its post-apocalyptic urban civilization beset by mass protests and terrorism and the real dangerous conspiracies of the powerful and disenchanted. History has since returned, and watching some of the scenes featuring the revolutionaries and random protesters of Neo-Tokyo gave me chills. The imagining of the possibility of radical human transcendence embraced by so many of Akira's characters may be widely unrealistic, but what does it say about our civilization that the only thing left to us is chaos and despair?
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I mentioned Friday and in this evening's Purple Rain/a> review, I was planning going off to the Royal Cinema downtown to see the concert film Sign o the Times. The Royal had managed to acquire a copy of this famously rare movie on 35 mm film, and was going to show it to an audience only once.

I did go, of course. Online ticket-buying can make life so easy, as can the TTC (29 Dufferin bus down to College, 506 College streetcar east to Grace).

Ticket #toronto #royaltheatre #prince #signothetimes


My raffle ticket, the orange piece of paper, was just one number off from a winner's. Yes, I am considering Purplelectricity party this August. First, I'll need something purple to wear.

Paraphernalia #toronto #royaltheatre #prince #signothetimes #purplelectricity


After a long line-up and a not-terribly expensive visit to the concession stand--$C 11 for a bag of popcorn, with butter, and a beer is not bad at all by movie theatre standards--I was even able to find a seat in the center, towards the front, just where I like to sit. I was ready for the film.

Big screen experience #toronto #royaltheatre #prince #signothetimes


Sign o' the Times was an amazing experience. This was clear from the start, when Prince opened the concert with a performance of his "Sign o' the Times".



"Sign o' the Times" is itself an amazing song, touching on the ills of the late 1980s: AIDS, the illegal drug trade, gangs, the Challenger disaster, natural disasters. It mines the same vein of pre-apocalyptic fear as later songs, like "The Future" off of his Batman album. (The below version is somewhat reworked from the original, but still recognizable.)



Prince's performance elevates this song, and others, to the sublime. The best parts of Purple Rain were Prince's performances. A movie comprised almost entirely of his amazing musical and physical performances could hardly fail. Theatrical components were limited to interludes, short sketches sometimes featuring Prince and sometimes not, linked thematically to the songs. Sign o' the Times evokes David Bowie's contemporary Glass Spider.

My Purple Rain audience had only five people, but this audience was packed. More, the audience was participatory, singing the chorus of "Little Red Corvette" along with Prince as he performed a piano of that song, or applauding a brilliant drum solo Sheila E.. It was a fun experience.

Probably my favourite song performance was "U Got the Look, performed with Sheena Easton and integrated into the movie as a dream sequence.



"If I Was Your Girlfriend" was also pretty good.



Sign o' the Times is a superb concert film. More people--Prince fans, others--need to see it. I consider myself lucky to have been one of the mere hundreds to catch this film on the big screen today.

Credits #toronto #royaltheatre #prince #signothetimes
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I mentioned on the 28th of April that I owned the album Purple Rain, but I hadn't mentioned mentioned that I had was just about to see the movie Purple Rain for the first time. The Kingsway Theatre, out in the west end by the Royal York TTC station, was putting on a special showing--first two shows, then six.

Purple Rain at the Kingsway #toronto #prince #purplerain #kingswaytheater


Why not?

Ticket #toronto #prince #purplerain #kingswaytheatre #kingswaytheater #tickets


My Friday night showing was, alas, not very populated. I was one of five people sitting in the theatre at the 11 o'clock showing, and the only single guy. I have no idea whether the wonderfully restored Kingsway Theatre decided to continue with the full slate of showings planned. (I hope it picked up.)



How was the film? The segments of Purple Rain which work the best are the performance scenes. Here, Prince is electrifying. The rest of the film does not work especially well as anything but a framework for these scenes: Few of the major characters are portrayed by competent actors, the script needed some work to become a tighter and more cohesive narrative, and the direction seemed workmanlike. The movie has to rank as a relatively minor pop culture artifact of the 1990s, secondary to the music. Since that's apparently how Prince saw his ventures into film, and how his fans saw it, I can't say that it was a failure on its own terms.

I'm still glad I went--even at its worst, Purple Rain was at least fun. As I mentioned Friday, I'll be going off to the Regal Theatre downtown to see the concert film Sign o the Times. Yes, I will share my impressions with you all.
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Moroccan-born Torontonian describes how Natasha, about a Russian Jewish immigrant family in Toronto, speaks to her experiences of assimilation and personal transformation.

I met the Bermans more than 10 years ago in a fiction-writing workshop. It was my first semester at Concordia University in Montreal, and I was always overdressed for those early fall days—evidence that not too long ago, I was accustomed to living under an African sun. Halfway through the semester, as an example of ethnic literature, my professor introduced our class to the short story collection Natasha and Other Stories. The writer, David Bezmozgis, was a rising young Canadian author, and the collection was his first successful published book (it was nominated for the Governor General’s Award, and went on to win the Toronto Book Award and the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize for First Book—it became a bestseller).

In the collection, the Bermans—husband and wife Roman and Bella and their son Mark—move to Toronto in 1980 from Latvia, then still an entity of the Soviet Union, to begin their lives as Canadian immigrants. They experiment with the English language, with the North American way of doing business (Roman struggles as a massage therapist, taking on odd temporary jobs he was not trained for), with love in the suburbs in a home they can eventually afford to purchase. They move forward balancing a deeply entrenched Russian identity with the expectations of integration—often with awkward and uncomfortable results.

Although the seven stories that live in Natasha and Other Stories revolve around their specific immigration and assimilation experience as a Jewish Russian family, I—a Muslim Arab from Morocco—connected with the earnest aspirations of its characters. I felt a warm sense of belonging, a sudden surge of hope. With the Bermans, I was less alone.

[. . .]

Having been “Americanized” during my pre-university years at the Rabat American School in Morocco did nothing to prepare me for the cultural dislocation I experienced when I first came to Canada. It was an illumination to my silly ignorance to discover that Canadians are actually not at all like Americans, and that moving to another country is not at all like travelling.

Growing up in Morocco, I was a conflicted teenager: I was naturally extroverted, but would often turn down social gatherings in favour of reading books from abroad in my room. Looking back now, I understand that I was an artist at heart awkwardly looking to forge an identity in the arts while aunts, uncles, and friends of the family would insist I get up at weddings and belly-dance like the rest of the women (I still don’t know how to belly-dance). I decided to forge a career in the world of words in an English-speaking country. My late father was thrilled that I wanted more than to find a good Moroccan husband.


The things you learn.
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I quite like Christopher Blow's March essay at The Globe and Mail, with photos by Fred Lum, about his tenure at Toronto's Queen Video. The video store might be displaced by the Internet, but it leaves behind a rich legacy for the people involved.

The situation was dire. I didn’t have work. The proceeds from my first welfare cheque had evaporated. To eat, I scrounged from Kensington vegetable stands. I needed a job.

A friend told me there was an opening at Queen Video. I didn’t know a lot about movies, but I’d worked in retail and restaurants before. I applied and I got a position as a video clerk. Eleven dollars an hour. I felt rich.

But I didn’t know yet how rich I’d become.

After 35 years in business, the flagship store on Queen Street is now closing up shop. I worked there for one of those years, and what I learned during that time transformed me.

[. . .]

When I first met Howie Levman, the owner, I expected him to be a film buff. He’s not really. He’s a businessman above all. He opened the store in 1981 selling televisions and VCRs with just a few movies. It was clear that what he wanted to do was put films on the shelf that people were going to rent.

The store is at Queen and Spadina, the beating heart of downtown Toronto, so that meant a lot of interesting people. Hippies, punks, rockers, nerds, the early evolutionary kin of the Bellwoods hipster. Film geeks come in all sorts.

But the store wasn’t just for them. The shelves were always stocked with dozens of copies of the biggest hits and they went like hot-cakes.

On any given night, the aisles were bustling. A customer would tell you about a film you should see. No academic review – just “have you seen this?” So you took home one more film and learned a little more.


There is much more at The Globe and Mail. Go, read.
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  • Bloomberg notes the upcoming meeting of North Korea's governing party, observes the absence of a groundswell in favour of Brexit in the United Kingdom, and notes NIMBYism can appear in many forms.

  • CBC reports on the upcoming summit of North American leaders, notes Mike Duffy's first appearance in the Senate, reports on the likely huge toll of insurance payouts in Fort McMurray, and notes the dependence of many Syrian refugees on food banks in Canada.

  • The Independent notes that Brexit might depend on the votes of Wales, which could be swayed either way by the fate of the Port Talbot steel plant.

  • The Inter Press Service notes, in a photo essay, how Third World farmers are seeking a technological revolution for their industry.

  • National Geographic notes how Atlantic City is coping with rising seas, mainly badly in ways which hurt the poor.

  • Open Democracy considers the Argentine government's likely approach to geopolitics in the South Atlantic.

  • Universe Today notes the possible discovery of a new particle and looks at how Ceres might, or might not, be terraformed.

  • Wired looks at a new documentary on film projectionists and reports on the difficulties of fighting the Alberta wildfire.

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I'll be heading out shortly to try to catch the 11 o'clock showing of Purple Rain tonight at the west-end Kingsway Theatre. I hope I'll get in: I couldn't reserve tickets, and I have no idea about whether there will be a line.
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Al Jazeera's Phil Hoad describes the efforts of Hollywood to break into the Chinese market, successfully and otherwise.

The new Crouching Tiger has turned out to be toothless. When the sequel to the 2000 martial arts masterpiece was released in China two weeks ago, even the state media were blunt: "Sword of Destiny is out, but it'll only remind you that Ang Lee's original film was indeed a classic."

"It was extremely uncomfortable watching a group of ethnically Chinese performers speaking English and then being dubbed into Mandarin," said a programmer for Shanghai International Film Festival. "This kind of disharmony embodied the film's entire style; it was a complete and utter mess."

Filming in English, and overdubbing for Chinese audiences, was a quick fix to the most pressing question facing mainstream filmmakers today: how to please both the West and China. With the Chinese box office due to become the world's biggest next year, this is uncharted territory for everyone.

It is understandable that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon: Sword of Destiny - reliant on Michelle Yeoh's bygone elegance to chaperone its flat-footed Ang Lee tribute act into this brave new world - opted for the easy route. It is essentially an old-school Hong Kong chop-socky flick with English dialogue (unsurprisingly, with its Western audience mostly on Netflix). But 15 years ago, Ang Lee made Yeoh and co-star Chow Yun-fat, both Cantonese speakers, recite Mandarin lines phonetically. That is just one sign of the commitment that made the original Crouching Tiger, Hollywood in origin, a pioneer in seeking out that elixir of 21st century cinema: combining East and West.
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"While the Earth Sleeps", a collaboration of Peter Gabriel with Deep Forest, the latter group sampling Bulgarian folk singer Katya Petrova, is the terminal song on the soundtrack of the sadly underrated 1995 proto-cyberpunk movie Strange Days. This fan video is conveniently local, pairing footage of a trip down the Don Valley Parkway with the music.

Strongly recommended.
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  • Bad Astronomy shares a new photo of the area of the Vela supernova.

  • blogTO notes Toronto has only one more month in which it can lodge its 2024 Olympics bid.

  • The Dragon's Gaze reports on the apparent discovery of an exoplanet orbiting Canopus.

  • Lawyers, Guns and Money is against Heinz.
  • Discover's Seriously Science notes Internet search engine rankings can swing elections.

  • Towleroad continues reporting over the Stonewall controversy.

  • Window on Eurasia speculates as to reasons for Putin's escalation of fighting in Ukraine.

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This evening I saw Ant-Man, the latest enjoyable installment in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

You?
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This evening, I watched Ant-Man. It was a fun movie, a decent story with good actors that builds into the expanding Marvel Cinematic Universe. I was pleased.

What about you? What is the last movie that you have watched?

Discuss.

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