Dear SD,
Hi, I'm writing to let you know that you've insulted me lately. I am so good to you. All day, every day, I am at your side, helping out. Whenever you need me, I'm there.
You don't realize how much help I really am to you, do you SD? You probably don't think about all the times that you would be late for an appointment, if I weren't on hand, ready to help out, to push you out the door, to remind you that it's late.
You know, you always think you don't need me, that you can replace me with other, easier to use and more reliable companions, but I'm here to tell you that you are so wrong.
So I'm here to tell you: I will no longer help you. I will no longer remain on hand at all times. In fact, I will play dead. I'm sorry SD, I really am. After such a year long relationship, I feel bad to desert you like this, but i feel we have no choice.
Hopefully soon you will recognize my value, you will recognize the importance of me and my availability. But until then I'm afraid I have to be on strike
Perhaps one day soon you will learn that I am not to b taken for granted.
With deep regrets and much sadness,
I remain,
Your Watch
Friday, August 14, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Top Ten Games They Should RE-Invent
(With thanks to BigChamor, who helped me write this at 2am.)
1) The game of Life: Economic Recession Version- Instead of losing your job and picking a new career, you wait ten turns before you get a new job. And you lose your car and you need to hitchhike.
2) Memory: The Eineklach Version: All bubby has to do is pick up two kinderlach from the same family and name them!
3) Obamanopoly- Collect money as you go around, then put all of it into the middle. Free Obama tee-shirt with each purchase!
4) Parve-Cheesy- Parcheesi for folks who want to play it after the shabbos meal.
5) "Ring"o- Bingo for kallahs. Put your chosson's name on each box. Each time you mention his name, cross off a box. See how long it takes to get the whole board!
6) Rush Hour: Boro Park Version- There is no way to win. You just sit and wait for everyone to leave the board, then you go home.
7) VeggieLand- for today's health concious parents. We don't want a game that encourages kids to eat candy. We want to encourage kids to eat their spinach!
8) Stratego: The Iraq Version- this game has no end and no winners. Mission Impossible!
9) Guess Who (Your Shidduch Is)- all pieces have a black hat and white shirt. "Does your shidduch have a blue an grey striped tie?" "Mazel tov! Your shidduch is Yaakov Friedman!"
10) Old Maid or Alte Bochur: solve the shidduch crisis or be the only one stuck without a match!
1) The game of Life: Economic Recession Version- Instead of losing your job and picking a new career, you wait ten turns before you get a new job. And you lose your car and you need to hitchhike.
2) Memory: The Eineklach Version: All bubby has to do is pick up two kinderlach from the same family and name them!
3) Obamanopoly- Collect money as you go around, then put all of it into the middle. Free Obama tee-shirt with each purchase!
4) Parve-Cheesy- Parcheesi for folks who want to play it after the shabbos meal.
5) "Ring"o- Bingo for kallahs. Put your chosson's name on each box. Each time you mention his name, cross off a box. See how long it takes to get the whole board!
6) Rush Hour: Boro Park Version- There is no way to win. You just sit and wait for everyone to leave the board, then you go home.
7) VeggieLand- for today's health concious parents. We don't want a game that encourages kids to eat candy. We want to encourage kids to eat their spinach!
8) Stratego: The Iraq Version- this game has no end and no winners. Mission Impossible!
9) Guess Who (Your Shidduch Is)- all pieces have a black hat and white shirt. "Does your shidduch have a blue an grey striped tie?" "Mazel tov! Your shidduch is Yaakov Friedman!"
10) Old Maid or Alte Bochur: solve the shidduch crisis or be the only one stuck without a match!
Monday, August 10, 2009
In Appreciation of Technological Advancements
Yesterday's post seemed to take technology for granted, so now I'm going to post in appreciation of technology.
I got my first digital camera five years ago. This may not sound like a lot, especially to readers who are older than me, so allow me to carry you back in time for a glimpse of digital photography technology.
Five years ago, when I got my first digital camera, film was still sold in every drug store. At school functions, people were likely to pull out a disposable camera to take that cheesy photo of themself and another girl, smiling big. The few who had digital cameras didn't bring them to school. When I brought my camera to school, people thought I was showing off.
The other difference was the size and looks of the digital cameras of five years ago. In those days, a digital camera was a large, clumsy, boxy looking thing. Their screens, quite different from the 3" LCD screens of today, were small, an inch at best, and hard to see. Their coloring was all wrong. Also, the quality of the pictures was awful. A printout from the best digital cameras looked like a cheap photocopy of an old picture.
Now that I've reminded you how things were, let me tell you the biggest difference in the world of digital photography over the last five years.
When I was in best buy, purchasing my new camera, my father mentioned that I would need a memory card for it. We asked the salesman how much it would cost, and he replied that I could get a 256 megabyte memory card for $95. I decided against it, deciding to use the included 32 megabyte card instead. I used it for a while, taking a couple of pictures at a time, then deleting them. After a few weeks, I decided to splurge. I went back to best buy and bought the card. Words can not describe the thrill I felt that afternoon, in a park, able to take up to eighty pictures!
Time progresses, and I eventually ran out of space. I bought a 512 megabyte card. Then, I had the thrill of a lifetime: a 1 gigabyte card! I was in ecstasy as I went to my school play, carrying a camera with enough memory to take a picture with every girl in the school.
No long after that, I bought a 2 gig card, then a four gig card. An yet, I've never spent as much on a memory card as I did on that first one. Today, looking at one of my favorite websites, deals2buy.com, I saw an 8GB memory card being sold for twelve dollars and seventy seven cents. If my math is correct (and it probably isn't. Perhaps Thinking Out Loud, who loves math, will help us), that first memory card I purchased was about 250 times the price of memory cards today.
Just to put things into perspective a bit...
I got my first digital camera five years ago. This may not sound like a lot, especially to readers who are older than me, so allow me to carry you back in time for a glimpse of digital photography technology.
Five years ago, when I got my first digital camera, film was still sold in every drug store. At school functions, people were likely to pull out a disposable camera to take that cheesy photo of themself and another girl, smiling big. The few who had digital cameras didn't bring them to school. When I brought my camera to school, people thought I was showing off.
The other difference was the size and looks of the digital cameras of five years ago. In those days, a digital camera was a large, clumsy, boxy looking thing. Their screens, quite different from the 3" LCD screens of today, were small, an inch at best, and hard to see. Their coloring was all wrong. Also, the quality of the pictures was awful. A printout from the best digital cameras looked like a cheap photocopy of an old picture.
Now that I've reminded you how things were, let me tell you the biggest difference in the world of digital photography over the last five years.
When I was in best buy, purchasing my new camera, my father mentioned that I would need a memory card for it. We asked the salesman how much it would cost, and he replied that I could get a 256 megabyte memory card for $95. I decided against it, deciding to use the included 32 megabyte card instead. I used it for a while, taking a couple of pictures at a time, then deleting them. After a few weeks, I decided to splurge. I went back to best buy and bought the card. Words can not describe the thrill I felt that afternoon, in a park, able to take up to eighty pictures!
Time progresses, and I eventually ran out of space. I bought a 512 megabyte card. Then, I had the thrill of a lifetime: a 1 gigabyte card! I was in ecstasy as I went to my school play, carrying a camera with enough memory to take a picture with every girl in the school.
No long after that, I bought a 2 gig card, then a four gig card. An yet, I've never spent as much on a memory card as I did on that first one. Today, looking at one of my favorite websites, deals2buy.com, I saw an 8GB memory card being sold for twelve dollars and seventy seven cents. If my math is correct (and it probably isn't. Perhaps Thinking Out Loud, who loves math, will help us), that first memory card I purchased was about 250 times the price of memory cards today.
Just to put things into perspective a bit...
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Cool New Technology or Missed Social Cues
I was standing in line outside of traffic court, head bent, eyes downcast, trying my best to look apologetic. I was conducting a whispered conversation with a friend, trying not to let the rest of the line into my personal life. Suddenly, I was disrupted by a man who obviously didn't share my personal philosophy on public versus private phone conversations.
He seemed to be conversing with his wife. I was a little annoyed by his loud tone of voice, but he looked about sixty years my senior, so I figured it was only fair to respect his failing hearing. The man told his wife, in numerous loud, perhaps even yelled sentences, that he is standing in line at traffic court. "Yeah, so I'm here, standing in line. Yeah....exactly.....yeah so I'm here in line with my fellow criminals." At that point, he looked around the line to see who was chuckling at his lame humor. I too, looked around the line, and saw that nobody found him funny. I took pity on him and chuckled. He looked at me excitedly, then proceeded to tell his wife that people (he must have been seeing double) are finding him funny.
Tho conversation continued on for a while, and it was memorable enough for me to re-enact for my father later that day. I mentioned that there was something that struck me as odd, perhaps amusing, about the whole situation, but that I couldn't quite place it. My father's response was so on target I couldn't get over it.
"Some people still haven't figured out that it's no longer cool to have a cell phone."
Isn't it true? Similar to the way a new driver expects admiring eyes from all other drivers, as he has passed his road test, this man wanted us to know he recently bought a cell phone. Yet, just as the new driver fails to realize that all those other drivers have obviously passed their road tests also, the man failed to notice one key detail; his fellow criminals (his joke, not mine) were too busy making phone calls, texting friends, typing emails, and surfing the web, all on their cell phones of course, to notice his new toy.
It's kinda like my father's first email enabled device. Now, granted that old dinosaur was a far cry from today's sophisticated blackberries, PDAs and smartphones, but he was still able to knock the socks off of a lot of people who were still using their phones for nothing but phone calls. (For the children reading this, yes, there was a time, actually not that long ago, when a phone was just a phone. It wasn't a camera, web browser, mp3 player, texting machine, gameboy and phone all rolled into one!) Nowadays, a person with the oh-this-is-so-cool-I-can-get-email-right-on-my-cell-phone mentality is nothing but a fool.
Suddenly, with this realization, a lot of behaviors make so much more sense. The kid who hasn't figured out that many people have friends. The housewife who hasn't figured out that dishwashers are no longer a rarity. The guy who still thinks an Internet connection is up and coming technology. Often people are behind the times, and so all they want is to be noticed.
My proposed solution: give them the attention. After you inflate their ego a bit, feel free to show her that you also have a dishwasher.
He seemed to be conversing with his wife. I was a little annoyed by his loud tone of voice, but he looked about sixty years my senior, so I figured it was only fair to respect his failing hearing. The man told his wife, in numerous loud, perhaps even yelled sentences, that he is standing in line at traffic court. "Yeah, so I'm here, standing in line. Yeah....exactly.....yeah so I'm here in line with my fellow criminals." At that point, he looked around the line to see who was chuckling at his lame humor. I too, looked around the line, and saw that nobody found him funny. I took pity on him and chuckled. He looked at me excitedly, then proceeded to tell his wife that people (he must have been seeing double) are finding him funny.
Tho conversation continued on for a while, and it was memorable enough for me to re-enact for my father later that day. I mentioned that there was something that struck me as odd, perhaps amusing, about the whole situation, but that I couldn't quite place it. My father's response was so on target I couldn't get over it.
"Some people still haven't figured out that it's no longer cool to have a cell phone."
Isn't it true? Similar to the way a new driver expects admiring eyes from all other drivers, as he has passed his road test, this man wanted us to know he recently bought a cell phone. Yet, just as the new driver fails to realize that all those other drivers have obviously passed their road tests also, the man failed to notice one key detail; his fellow criminals (his joke, not mine) were too busy making phone calls, texting friends, typing emails, and surfing the web, all on their cell phones of course, to notice his new toy.
It's kinda like my father's first email enabled device. Now, granted that old dinosaur was a far cry from today's sophisticated blackberries, PDAs and smartphones, but he was still able to knock the socks off of a lot of people who were still using their phones for nothing but phone calls. (For the children reading this, yes, there was a time, actually not that long ago, when a phone was just a phone. It wasn't a camera, web browser, mp3 player, texting machine, gameboy and phone all rolled into one!) Nowadays, a person with the oh-this-is-so-cool-I-can-get-email-right-on-my-cell-phone mentality is nothing but a fool.
Suddenly, with this realization, a lot of behaviors make so much more sense. The kid who hasn't figured out that many people have friends. The housewife who hasn't figured out that dishwashers are no longer a rarity. The guy who still thinks an Internet connection is up and coming technology. Often people are behind the times, and so all they want is to be noticed.
My proposed solution: give them the attention. After you inflate their ego a bit, feel free to show her that you also have a dishwasher.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Top Ten Tuesday: Top Ten Things You Should Know
10) Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly top ten list.
9) Top Ten Tuesday will be published weekly, except when it's not. I will try to post one each week, but putting pressure on is a sure way to generate writer's block, so there are no promises.
8) Top Ten Tuesday is not guaranteed to be funny.
7) Top Ten Tuesday is not guaranteed to be original.
6) Top Ten Tuesday is free, a public service to the general population of the world. Please enjoy it.
5) Top Ten Tuesday might be serious sometimes. Like I said, no promises or guarantees.
4) Top Ten Tuesday is probably not an original idea. I did think of it without help though. Get over it.
3) Top Ten Tuesday is gonna be great. Read it. You know you want to.
2) Top Ten Tuesday is interactive. After I post my ten, please feel free to add to my list.
1) Top Ten Tuesday is listening to you. If you want to see a top ten list on a topic, please email me. :-)
Shame I don't have ten of my previous top (ten) lists, but here they are:
Which Top Ten lists do you want to see here?
Monday, August 3, 2009
Playing Mommy
I always thought motherhood was really easy. Seriously, there are millions of mothers out there, and only about half of them have gone insane. So I set off with Cutie and Fatso, two of my nieces, determined to be the world's best babysitter. Turns out.....
Hours later, I'm sprawled out in bed, while Cutie and Fatso are sitting at my desk, watching Marvelous Middos Machine on my laptop. I know their Tatty doesn't like them to watch vi-ee-ohs, but under the circumstances, I don't have much of a choice.
A few fun things about spending a day with the kids:
I can recite the entire Marvelous Middos Machine Songtape. (All good deeds should be done right away!) This, of course is courtesy of a very knowledgable young lady. ("No, SD, I don't like Lipa! No! Don't like shwekey either!)
I can't move my left arm...she ain't called fatso for nothing. And Cutie was insulted that I didn't have a double stroller for her, so we compromised: I carried her for five blocks, then she walked for one...
Joy can be found in the simplest things. Telling kids that FAO Schwartz is a toy museum is an old trick. Following that train of logic, the American Doll Place is a wonderful doll museum. We were nervous that they'd catch on and demand everything and anything, but I was amused and amazed that the kids were thrilled to run up and down the stairs, and take pictures of the dollies. I can't help but wonder how much happier we'd all be if we could learn to enjoy the little things....just like the little ones.
Kids rebound so quickly. They race around, fall flat on their face, cry for a minute, then they get up, smile and continue playing.
Kids are not easy to fool. I told my niece that I'd get her a small milkshake. That didn't work. "No, I need a big one cuz I'm so big!" it's hard to argue with such logic...
My day was exhausting, and I'm ready to give up. But then, I had to stop midway through writing this to pick up Fatso, who had fallen on the floor. She snuggled up in my arms, her thumb firmly in her mouth, her eyes closed, her arms wrapped around me. Then I knew...motherhood is tough, kids are tough, but all good things come at a price.
See you later....I'm off to play with the kids again!
(Please note: if this post seems like it was written by a person who was half asleep...it was. Excuse me. I played mommy today.)
Hours later, I'm sprawled out in bed, while Cutie and Fatso are sitting at my desk, watching Marvelous Middos Machine on my laptop. I know their Tatty doesn't like them to watch vi-ee-ohs, but under the circumstances, I don't have much of a choice.
A few fun things about spending a day with the kids:
I can recite the entire Marvelous Middos Machine Songtape. (All good deeds should be done right away!) This, of course is courtesy of a very knowledgable young lady. ("No, SD, I don't like Lipa! No! Don't like shwekey either!)
I can't move my left arm...she ain't called fatso for nothing. And Cutie was insulted that I didn't have a double stroller for her, so we compromised: I carried her for five blocks, then she walked for one...
Joy can be found in the simplest things. Telling kids that FAO Schwartz is a toy museum is an old trick. Following that train of logic, the American Doll Place is a wonderful doll museum. We were nervous that they'd catch on and demand everything and anything, but I was amused and amazed that the kids were thrilled to run up and down the stairs, and take pictures of the dollies. I can't help but wonder how much happier we'd all be if we could learn to enjoy the little things....just like the little ones.
Kids rebound so quickly. They race around, fall flat on their face, cry for a minute, then they get up, smile and continue playing.
Kids are not easy to fool. I told my niece that I'd get her a small milkshake. That didn't work. "No, I need a big one cuz I'm so big!" it's hard to argue with such logic...
My day was exhausting, and I'm ready to give up. But then, I had to stop midway through writing this to pick up Fatso, who had fallen on the floor. She snuggled up in my arms, her thumb firmly in her mouth, her eyes closed, her arms wrapped around me. Then I knew...motherhood is tough, kids are tough, but all good things come at a price.
See you later....I'm off to play with the kids again!
(Please note: if this post seems like it was written by a person who was half asleep...it was. Excuse me. I played mommy today.)
Sunday, August 2, 2009
What Do I Love?
Inkstainedhands tagged me in this meme.
I gotta say, I find memes funny. I mean, by definition, bloggers talk about themselves. So why do we need memes to get us talking? Well either way, here are seven things I love. I tried to keep people, spirituality, and shallow things off my list, so it was hard. I mean, naturally, I love my parents, I love G-d and the Torah, and I love ice cream. I'm not sure what love is supposed to mean in this situation, nor do I love my parents the same way I love ice cream. That being said, here is my interpretation of the situation: (like I always say, satisfaction guaranteed or your money back!)
1) I love the feeling that I worked hard on something...and my efforts came to fruition.
2) I love making other people laugh.
3) I love writing. Any kind of writing.
4) I love spending time with old friends. (New friends who are reading this, don't get insulted! I love spending time with you too! :-)
5) I love cuddling a new born baby.
6) I love watching the rain falling outside when I am enveloped by the warmth, shelter and safety of my house.
7) I love when people come out of their lurkiness and tell me that they are reading my blog! (I especially love it when they don't do it as "anonymous")
I'm supposed to tag people now,i'm guessing seven of them, but I've always been different. I'm just gonna tag everyone to do this...why not? (In other words, I'm on my iPod and can't put in links and anyway I'm sure most people who want to do this already did...but if you do chose to tell us about yourself in seven random tidbits, please leave a comment in lieu of a link.)
I gotta say, I find memes funny. I mean, by definition, bloggers talk about themselves. So why do we need memes to get us talking? Well either way, here are seven things I love. I tried to keep people, spirituality, and shallow things off my list, so it was hard. I mean, naturally, I love my parents, I love G-d and the Torah, and I love ice cream. I'm not sure what love is supposed to mean in this situation, nor do I love my parents the same way I love ice cream. That being said, here is my interpretation of the situation: (like I always say, satisfaction guaranteed or your money back!)
1) I love the feeling that I worked hard on something...and my efforts came to fruition.
2) I love making other people laugh.
3) I love writing. Any kind of writing.
4) I love spending time with old friends. (New friends who are reading this, don't get insulted! I love spending time with you too! :-)
5) I love cuddling a new born baby.
6) I love watching the rain falling outside when I am enveloped by the warmth, shelter and safety of my house.
7) I love when people come out of their lurkiness and tell me that they are reading my blog! (I especially love it when they don't do it as "anonymous")
I'm supposed to tag people now,i'm guessing seven of them, but I've always been different. I'm just gonna tag everyone to do this...why not? (In other words, I'm on my iPod and can't put in links and anyway I'm sure most people who want to do this already did...but if you do chose to tell us about yourself in seven random tidbits, please leave a comment in lieu of a link.)
Friday, July 31, 2009
A Public Service From BOSD: 50 Topics For Discussion on Dates
The post you've all been waiting for! Many thanks to all those who submitted ideas. If you have additional ideas, please either post them as comments on this post, or email me.
Please note: these topics are satisfaction guaranteed or your money back. Oh, wait, they are free? Oh, well I guess they aint guaranteed after all. Use em at your own risk!
This list is in no specific order, and some topics are best discussed on later dates.
Hatzlacha!
2) Teachers/ Rabbeim/ Professors
3) School/ Yeshivah/ Seminary/ College
4) Family
5) Israel
6) Politics
7) News
8) Current Events
9) Art
10) Language
11) Music
12) Science
13) Intriguing things
14) Pictures on the wall
15) Goals
16) Priorities
17) Stories
18) Views
19) Dreams
20) Interesting things you have seen
21) Interests
22) Hobbies
23) Ambiance of room/ Hotel/ Venue
24) Food
25) Blood(!)
26) Why you chose the school you went to
27) Glasses/ Contacts
28) Purim
29) Pesach
30) Shavuos
31) Chanukah
32) Yomim Noraim
33) Sukos
34) Shabbos
35) Travel
36) Jewish Geography
37) Sibling's personality
38) Parent's personality
39) Which middos are you machshiv
40) What values do your parents emphasize in their house?
41) What values do you plan to emphasize in yours?
42) What do you believe is the purpose of life?
43) What are you looking for in a spouse?
44) Why do you want to get married?
45) Jokes
46) Dating itself
47) Shopping
48) Family minhagim
49) Books
50) If all else fails, discuss BOSD!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Top Ten Ways You Know It's Bein Hazmanim
10) The bigger cholent pots needs to be shlepped up from the basement.
9) Beer occupies the best spots in the fridge.
8) The toilet seat is up.
7) There are hats on every couch/comfortable seat in the house.
6) Dead bugs appear all over the house. Girls may possess the decorating skill required to figure out that dead bugs on the wall should be removed, but apparently guys haven't figured that out.
5) You don't need to take the garbage out. You just need to yell and scream, beg and plead, and tear out your hair in frustration, until you finally convince your little bocher'l to do it.
4) Loud alarm clocks going off all morning, courtesy of a yeshivah bochur who can sleep through an earthquake. (My theory is that they set alarm clocks to wake up the rest of the house who will come to their rooms and turn their mattresses over.)
3) The ketchup bottles empty themselves.
2) There are tools strewn about in random places. And the crowning glory: a drill laying across the floor like it's some piece of artwork.
1) The car is nowhere to be found. Well, not no where. Try looking outside the local open-late takeout store.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
A Published Author!
The magazine came in the mail. I took it in and tore open the envelope. I flipped through the pages as quickly as my overly excited fingers would allow. Finally, having found the article I was so eagerly looking for, I read the familiar words with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.
You see, I wrote it. I remembered reading those words before. I remembered reading them over and over, at least ten times before I pressed the send button. And then there was no turning back. Someone had suggested that I write an article on a particular topic in a particular publication. First, I reacted with skepticism. Me?
But I approached it the way I approach most things in life. If other people can do it, so can I. And so, just as I fought myself how to play a flute, bake hamentashen, write meta tags, and analyze handwriting, I decided to write that article. All over the world there are millions of people who write articles, and I would be one of them.
And I wrote...and wrote...and wrote.
And then I read...and read...and read.
And when I was confident that it was the best I could do, I clicked send.
It was a while later that I heard back from them, but the answer was positive.
Another agonizing wait...and I became, for the first time in my adult life, a published author.
The feeling is exhilarating. As small and unknown is this paper is, there ARE people out there who are reading what I wrote. It's given me a boost. I want to continue writing. I want to experience this again The marvelous feeling of looking at the work of the graphic designer and deciding if it compliments my writing. The utter exhiliration of knowing some inside bit of information, of reading an article and knowing what its going to say.
Has anyone else had their writing published? Does anyone else know this feeling?
You see, I wrote it. I remembered reading those words before. I remembered reading them over and over, at least ten times before I pressed the send button. And then there was no turning back. Someone had suggested that I write an article on a particular topic in a particular publication. First, I reacted with skepticism. Me?
But I approached it the way I approach most things in life. If other people can do it, so can I. And so, just as I fought myself how to play a flute, bake hamentashen, write meta tags, and analyze handwriting, I decided to write that article. All over the world there are millions of people who write articles, and I would be one of them.
And I wrote...and wrote...and wrote.
And then I read...and read...and read.
And when I was confident that it was the best I could do, I clicked send.
It was a while later that I heard back from them, but the answer was positive.
Another agonizing wait...and I became, for the first time in my adult life, a published author.
The feeling is exhilarating. As small and unknown is this paper is, there ARE people out there who are reading what I wrote. It's given me a boost. I want to continue writing. I want to experience this again The marvelous feeling of looking at the work of the graphic designer and deciding if it compliments my writing. The utter exhiliration of knowing some inside bit of information, of reading an article and knowing what its going to say.
Has anyone else had their writing published? Does anyone else know this feeling?
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