March Madness: So, Neil has evidently spent the entire year preparing for March Madness 09, and has emerged thus far in Round One as Professor Brackets.
Neil has picked every win thus far, including a few upsets of varying surprisingness, a feat unmatched by anyone else at HRF or President Obama himself, who would find himself hovering around 27th place, if he was involved in our pool. You guys at the bottom of the standings are in good company.
It has dawned on me that it would be very politically unsavvy if I had organized this thing, promoted the heck out of it, and then won it myself (awarding myself the top prize) so that is probably why I picked Utah, Tennessee, and Illinois to win so far. Just being politically sensitive, not bad at predicting the future. Yup.
But seriously, Professor Brackets? A lot can change in just a few hours, so don’t forget about adjectives like Pyrrhic or nouns like hubris.
I won’t make a habit of this, because I am brutally, egregiously unqualified to do so, but a word about actual basketball. The University of Michigan, perhaps the only school in the tournament to have serious representation in the CVs of HRF staff, surprised a lot of people by 1. being in the tournament in the first time in 11 years, and 2. winning that game last night. So that was exciting! Congratulations (at least) to Sofia, JaVon, Andrew, Mike and Elisa. President Obama picked Clemson to win over the Wolverines; I’m hoping he gets all his mistakes for 2009 out of the way in his bracket, and Leno, and spends the rest of the year being totally correct about everything.
Carly’s Corner: I don’t know if it’s fair to write both March Madness coverage and Carly’s Corner (attention hogging is unbecoming) but I do have two things to share with you this week. First, the Fleetwood Mac song Second Hand News (I suppose it is the first Spring song). Listen to the way he sings the guitar line. Genius! Sorry for the lousy quality, but you can hear it almost daily being blasted by Liz and me and sometimes joined by Gabor or Sharon.
Second, this internet video, Let’s Paint, Exercise, and Play Ping Pong, a rather incredible instructional video about doing everything all the time. It’s instructive. Yes we can paint, exercise and play ping pong. Yes we can!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Greats of Math
You may wish to visit Wollman Rink in Prospect Park this weekend as it is the last weekend of the season to ice skate there. The other nicer Wollman Rink in Center Park is open for a couple more weeks. This guy Wollman must have been awesome at ice skating.
After reading East of Eden a few weeks ago, my first foray into fiction-reading in years (fiction? It’s like they just make it all up!) I am now reading The Grapes of Wrath, considering writing a collection of biographies called The Greats of Math, and thinking about American mythology around going west and manifest destiny. Also planning a trip to the American west. Thoughts?
Madness: A little history: Carly’s Corner began when March Madness ended last year, because it is crippling insecurity couched in egomania and also because I received such flattering feedback on my weekly March Madness updates, which were fun to write and to read. As the Madness gave way to the Corner last year I was going through difficult times myself (and March Madness helped), but I didn’t imagine the everyday happenings of adulthood would get as difficult as they have been in recent weeks. I guess that’s one of those grim tricks of adulthood. In any case, it might seem fluffy to promote participation in a college basketball tournament, but I guess the thing is that life never stops surprising you with terrible surprises, and once this fact is absorbed, having fun with people you like actually registers as more important than it might initially. And I like you guys. And the NCAA Tournament is truly surprisingly fun: without caring about basketball or college, it is still fun to make picks, to monitor your points, to read my smack-talking commentary. NCAA games can be streamed LIVE! For free! At your desk during the work day! Or better yet, viewed at a local watering hole, with friends. And I’ve been waiting a whole year, but this is something I both saved and continue to be proud of, though it was short lived. Won’t you register and make your picks at the links I sent out earlier this week? I can help! Laughter of a sad person, tears of a clown.
Winter Songs: It’s still winter today, at least, though with the daylight of spring. Twin pleadings: Spare me a little, a Christine McVie song, Save Me a Place, nice one from Lindsey Buckingham.
After reading East of Eden a few weeks ago, my first foray into fiction-reading in years (fiction? It’s like they just make it all up!) I am now reading The Grapes of Wrath, considering writing a collection of biographies called The Greats of Math, and thinking about American mythology around going west and manifest destiny. Also planning a trip to the American west. Thoughts?
Madness: A little history: Carly’s Corner began when March Madness ended last year, because it is crippling insecurity couched in egomania and also because I received such flattering feedback on my weekly March Madness updates, which were fun to write and to read. As the Madness gave way to the Corner last year I was going through difficult times myself (and March Madness helped), but I didn’t imagine the everyday happenings of adulthood would get as difficult as they have been in recent weeks. I guess that’s one of those grim tricks of adulthood. In any case, it might seem fluffy to promote participation in a college basketball tournament, but I guess the thing is that life never stops surprising you with terrible surprises, and once this fact is absorbed, having fun with people you like actually registers as more important than it might initially. And I like you guys. And the NCAA Tournament is truly surprisingly fun: without caring about basketball or college, it is still fun to make picks, to monitor your points, to read my smack-talking commentary. NCAA games can be streamed LIVE! For free! At your desk during the work day! Or better yet, viewed at a local watering hole, with friends. And I’ve been waiting a whole year, but this is something I both saved and continue to be proud of, though it was short lived. Won’t you register and make your picks at the links I sent out earlier this week? I can help! Laughter of a sad person, tears of a clown.
Winter Songs: It’s still winter today, at least, though with the daylight of spring. Twin pleadings: Spare me a little, a Christine McVie song, Save Me a Place, nice one from Lindsey Buckingham.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Bad Day
My particular brand of witty observation really has no place in your inboxes today. I thought I’d find the clip from the final episode of the Mary Tyler Moore show because you are my family, and it captures with grace and humor all the feelings going on, and it could serve as better catharsis than infinity pitchers of beer. But I guess it’s not online.
However, I’ll borrow Lou Grant’s last line: I cherish you people.
Winter Songs: Neil Young, Tell Me Why, Crosby, Stills, Nash (and sometimes Young), Teach Your Children. Music has therapeutic qualities.
However, I’ll borrow Lou Grant’s last line: I cherish you people.
Winter Songs: Neil Young, Tell Me Why, Crosby, Stills, Nash (and sometimes Young), Teach Your Children. Music has therapeutic qualities.
Friday, February 20, 2009
The Real World: Stevie Nicks
You should totally be reading my work blog!
Congratulations to Elisa’s children, on their introduction to Fleetwood Mac. I hope this supplants any interest in Disney Channel music. I saw those homely Jonas Brothers last weekend on SNL and am even more miffed at mainstream America’s promotion of these charmless, talentless hacks, who seem to be quietly shoveling very conservative values into the ears of America’s youth. Whatever, this shouldn’t even be a thing, because they aren’t real, but America keeps legitimizing them, and this is bad. Everyone: just listen to Rumours and Tusk, and forget this nonsense.
Besides, if it’s disposable culture you’re after, you should really be watching the Real World: Brooklyn, (it’s not the real world, and it’s not really Brooklyn). I keep looking to it as a beacon of progress: these people are unflappable, reasonable, even boring in their lack of roommate affairs, bigotry/hate-mongering, alcoholism. Sure, some of the people in the house are The Worst Human Beings in the World, as always, but it’s all very entertaining, and refreshing in its inability to be controversial at all. There are pranks! Nice house, also.
Winter Songs: I guess it’s a Stevie Nicks week, even though I don’t know if I’d like to meet her in real life. Amazing song, Dreams. “Players only love you when they’re playing” = resonant! Also, this made its rounds a while ago, but today is a good time to revisit it, particularly if you’ve never watched it. Just a lovely moment, Stevie in her dressing room, singing Wild Heart, impromptu and she seems to really love singing. She seems so unhappy as a person, it’s a lovely thing to catch her in her element. Well worth watching.
Congratulations to Elisa’s children, on their introduction to Fleetwood Mac. I hope this supplants any interest in Disney Channel music. I saw those homely Jonas Brothers last weekend on SNL and am even more miffed at mainstream America’s promotion of these charmless, talentless hacks, who seem to be quietly shoveling very conservative values into the ears of America’s youth. Whatever, this shouldn’t even be a thing, because they aren’t real, but America keeps legitimizing them, and this is bad. Everyone: just listen to Rumours and Tusk, and forget this nonsense.
Besides, if it’s disposable culture you’re after, you should really be watching the Real World: Brooklyn, (it’s not the real world, and it’s not really Brooklyn). I keep looking to it as a beacon of progress: these people are unflappable, reasonable, even boring in their lack of roommate affairs, bigotry/hate-mongering, alcoholism. Sure, some of the people in the house are The Worst Human Beings in the World, as always, but it’s all very entertaining, and refreshing in its inability to be controversial at all. There are pranks! Nice house, also.
Winter Songs: I guess it’s a Stevie Nicks week, even though I don’t know if I’d like to meet her in real life. Amazing song, Dreams. “Players only love you when they’re playing” = resonant! Also, this made its rounds a while ago, but today is a good time to revisit it, particularly if you’ve never watched it. Just a lovely moment, Stevie in her dressing room, singing Wild Heart, impromptu and she seems to really love singing. She seems so unhappy as a person, it’s a lovely thing to catch her in her element. Well worth watching.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Happy Go Your Own Day!
You should totally be reading my work blog! Sometimes we are subversive and link to the Daily Show where Jon Stewart says amazing/astute things like this (things we would never say) in response to former VP Cheney: “How does no longer electrocuting people’s testicles, because it violates everything we stand for, translate to ‘maybe if we take them to brunch, they’ll go away’? So Obama is planning for his new administration’s ‘terrorist prom’, Cheney wanted to let everyone know that his Faustian bargain had been our only refuge.”
I wrote up a couple of rebuttals to some of the things Cheney has said, using facts and reasoning instead of incisive humor like Jon Stewart. One of the few comments on the blog says, in part, “This is the stupidest website i have ever herd of… You hippies really need to get a life.” Does garnering hate-comments with poor spelling mean that I’ve arrived, in the blogosphere? Hope so.
Happy Valentine’s Day! As is my annual tradition, I have left valentine’s cards/treats in your mailboxes, (n.b. applies only to New York Office of Human Rights First), in homage to Valentine’s Day’s finest form: the elementary school card exchange. During my youth, lo those many years ago, we exchanged cards from the CVS (or even, People’s Drug, bought out by CVS circa 1990 in Maryland) festooned with Little Mermaid characters or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I bet you can find these on sale in hipster gift shops in Williamsburg, highly marked up in price and in irony and nostalgia. These days, kids must exchange cards bearing the image of Miley Cyrus and those unfortunate-looking Jonas Brothers. I buck the trends and make my own cards each year, reflecting the parts of pop culture I most wish to celebrate: Tina Fey and Buckingham Nicks, this year.
About the message adorning the Buckingham-Nicks card, “Go your own way!” Despite the fact that this is a bitter and brilliant break-up song, my intention is not to break up with you, Office. I spend several hours each day thinking about Fleetwood Mac, obvs, and turning the phrase over in my mind, I began to hear Lindsey Buckingham telling me warmly to go my own way, to find my own path, to make my own kind of music. What better sentiment to share with all of you! Go forth, Office, in your own way!
Great news! Great news I have been awaiting for like, nearly 27 years now! As you probably know, the best show ever, the Mary Tyler Moore Show was on the air for seven years, 1970-1977. The DVDs for seasons 1-4 were slowly released in the early 00’s, but then radio silence on seasons 5,6,7. At long last, it seems, the remaining seasons will be coming to DVD, BUT Fox has egregiously chosen to release them not as independent discs, but as part of a “Complete Series” set, a real blow to those of us who faithfully bought up seasons 1-4 as they came out. But, consumers are (=I am) dumb and emotional, and I totally still want this!
Winter Songs: Fleetwood Mac and Valentine’s Day? Sheesh. If you like tragic love stories/songs, you will love FM, the band that ripped apart from the inside and stayed intact only to make amazing tense songs, written for/to each other, recorded under strain with anguished collaboration. I bet John McVie cries every time he hears this song from his ex-wife, love of his life, Christine, recorded in one take, just her playing piano and singing on an empty stage, Songbird. After the glitter fades, indeed.
I wrote up a couple of rebuttals to some of the things Cheney has said, using facts and reasoning instead of incisive humor like Jon Stewart. One of the few comments on the blog says, in part, “This is the stupidest website i have ever herd of… You hippies really need to get a life.” Does garnering hate-comments with poor spelling mean that I’ve arrived, in the blogosphere? Hope so.
Happy Valentine’s Day! As is my annual tradition, I have left valentine’s cards/treats in your mailboxes, (n.b. applies only to New York Office of Human Rights First), in homage to Valentine’s Day’s finest form: the elementary school card exchange. During my youth, lo those many years ago, we exchanged cards from the CVS (or even, People’s Drug, bought out by CVS circa 1990 in Maryland) festooned with Little Mermaid characters or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I bet you can find these on sale in hipster gift shops in Williamsburg, highly marked up in price and in irony and nostalgia. These days, kids must exchange cards bearing the image of Miley Cyrus and those unfortunate-looking Jonas Brothers. I buck the trends and make my own cards each year, reflecting the parts of pop culture I most wish to celebrate: Tina Fey and Buckingham Nicks, this year.
About the message adorning the Buckingham-Nicks card, “Go your own way!” Despite the fact that this is a bitter and brilliant break-up song, my intention is not to break up with you, Office. I spend several hours each day thinking about Fleetwood Mac, obvs, and turning the phrase over in my mind, I began to hear Lindsey Buckingham telling me warmly to go my own way, to find my own path, to make my own kind of music. What better sentiment to share with all of you! Go forth, Office, in your own way!
Great news! Great news I have been awaiting for like, nearly 27 years now! As you probably know, the best show ever, the Mary Tyler Moore Show was on the air for seven years, 1970-1977. The DVDs for seasons 1-4 were slowly released in the early 00’s, but then radio silence on seasons 5,6,7. At long last, it seems, the remaining seasons will be coming to DVD, BUT Fox has egregiously chosen to release them not as independent discs, but as part of a “Complete Series” set, a real blow to those of us who faithfully bought up seasons 1-4 as they came out. But, consumers are (=I am) dumb and emotional, and I totally still want this!
Winter Songs: Fleetwood Mac and Valentine’s Day? Sheesh. If you like tragic love stories/songs, you will love FM, the band that ripped apart from the inside and stayed intact only to make amazing tense songs, written for/to each other, recorded under strain with anguished collaboration. I bet John McVie cries every time he hears this song from his ex-wife, love of his life, Christine, recorded in one take, just her playing piano and singing on an empty stage, Songbird. After the glitter fades, indeed.
Friday, February 6, 2009
After the banjo fades
Do you have a crush on Steve Martin? Wait a second before you answer, especially if you are a young person who has only seen latter-day paycheck-generating Steve. Frankly, I’m willing to forgive the existence of the Pink Panther 2 due to the press tour Steve has undertaken to lazily promote the movie while playing banjo and rather merrily being himself. Sorry to be an old person, but kids, in the good old days, Steve Martin movies were really awesome. Remember Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, The Jerk, Parenthood? Kids, he would wear bunny ears, or an arrow through his head, and do stand-up, and magic, and host SNL, and his was a unique voice in comedy, and delightful. Even though I loved him when I was a child and he really mattered to my cognitive development, this isn’t senseless nostalgia. He’s worth celebrating. Ignore the clip of the movie, but enjoy his banter with Stephen Colbert here. The spoken-word-off in the clip (3:55) is fairly amazing. I pretty much think comedy is more important art than drama.
I’m kind of angry at U.S. Swimming and Kelloggs and Subway Sandwiches. Just strikes me as cowardly on their parts, and disproportionate, and an extension of the part of our society that cannibalizes its heroes. Why do we expect them to be something other than human? In any case I can think of much worse things done by high Bush Administration officials that have thus far escaped the scrutiny and shame afforded Phelps.
Winter Song: Are somewhat melancholy songs a nice massage for our sad winter-depressed shoulders, or do they just make things worse? Confusingly, I think the former, even though it seems akin to eating poison when you have been food poisoned and up all night throwing up. Even if you’ve been metaphorically food poisoned by winter depression, I think this worn-out, end-of-the-night Stevie Nicks song will quiet your soul and ease the world’s bristling discomforts. It’s After the Glitter Fades, and it’s worth remembering the meteoric rise to fame/implosion of Fleetwood Mac when you listen to it.
I’m kind of angry at U.S. Swimming and Kelloggs and Subway Sandwiches. Just strikes me as cowardly on their parts, and disproportionate, and an extension of the part of our society that cannibalizes its heroes. Why do we expect them to be something other than human? In any case I can think of much worse things done by high Bush Administration officials that have thus far escaped the scrutiny and shame afforded Phelps.
Winter Song: Are somewhat melancholy songs a nice massage for our sad winter-depressed shoulders, or do they just make things worse? Confusingly, I think the former, even though it seems akin to eating poison when you have been food poisoned and up all night throwing up. Even if you’ve been metaphorically food poisoned by winter depression, I think this worn-out, end-of-the-night Stevie Nicks song will quiet your soul and ease the world’s bristling discomforts. It’s After the Glitter Fades, and it’s worth remembering the meteoric rise to fame/implosion of Fleetwood Mac when you listen to it.
Friday, January 30, 2009
the Roomba is a nice quiet alternative to a vaccuum cleaner
Normally I am amused/depressed that our society, having reached the apex of technological development in human history, so often devotes this unbelievable technology to looking at videos of kittens on the internet. I would love to have to explain LOLcats to my great-grandparents who risked everything and sacrificed to come to this country, determined to labor their whole lives, to create new and better opportunities for their children, grandchildren and me, wherein I explain to them that all that was just preamble to cute things on the internet and illiterate people typing comments with no editorial discretion in this magic contraption (consarnit!) It’s bleak yet very pursuit of happinessy. Then I saw this, which wouldn’t make any sense at all to anyone just a few years ago (home video? vacuum cleaner? ROOMBA? kittens?), but which speaks to us in an instantly recognizable language now, and more importantly, made me giggle out loud. My heart can’t stop giggling when the roomba slides into the kitten, and he remains unfazed and befuddled. This is the world we’ve made.
Way more people watched that kittens video than signed up for our end torture petition.
Winter Songs: It’s cold again, so Buckingham Nicks’ Frozen Love (get it?), and Races Are Run.
Way more people watched that kittens video than signed up for our end torture petition.
Winter Songs: It’s cold again, so Buckingham Nicks’ Frozen Love (get it?), and Races Are Run.
Friday, January 23, 2009
We Can Haz Mission Accomplished Hubris Now?
BIG NEWS THIS WEEK! Yes, that’s right, the Oscar Nominations have been announced! Pretty boring/whatever stuff (nice tries, Kate Winslet, nice boring, Brad Pitt in the Curious Case of Benjamin Boring), but I will attempt to stir some controversy: Shouldn’t Wall-E be considered a Best Picture nominee (and not relegated to the ghetto of ANIMATED Picture nominee)? How weird is it that Robert Downey Jr. garnered a nomination for Tropic Thunder? Um, why is the Academy otherwise so snobby about comedy?
Oh, wait, did something else happen this week?
The exclamation point quota has been filled for this edition of my life, so I’ll just refer you to the blog, which has been updated constantly lately. One thing to add: not only is this a victory for U.S. policy, and for the human rights world, but this is a really HumanRightsFirsty victory. As Obama signed the executive orders, he was flanked by our bffs the military leaders, and he talked about how they (in meetings organized by us) had met with him as a candidate, and really made an extraordinary impression on him. Organizing and amplifying these military leaders has been our project for some time now, and it truly is extraordinary to see the measurable difference they have made in this debate, in the way the world now looks.
I’m reading The Best and the Brightest, watching my grandparents get older, and I’m finding myself learning a lot and quickly. How come I still don’t know how the world works?
Winter Songs: I knew from the first time I heard it this morning that this McVie song, Hold Me, would make today’s list. And you know? It’s pretty nice out. Not the right day for slow songs about it being cold. It’s very nearly Spring out there (don’t remind me about interminable February when it’s this nice out plus we just ended torture). This season isn’t even close to over, but luckily I’ve got plenty more FM to share, like this awesome outtake that was released in bonus materials a few years ago, Think About It. Perfect for singing along to on headphones while getting coffee in the HRF kitchen. The other night I ran into an old friend and while drinking beer we were talking about Fleetwood Mac, and then he confused Rhiannon, the classic Stevie Nicks song, and Rihanna, the spritely dance-pop sensation from Barbados, unsure which was the song. Imagine the possibilities! I’d love a Lindsey Buckingham-Rihanna collaboration. Or maybe a Stevie Nicks-T.I. mash-up?
We Can Haz Mission Accomplished Hubris Now?
Oh, wait, did something else happen this week?
The exclamation point quota has been filled for this edition of my life, so I’ll just refer you to the blog, which has been updated constantly lately. One thing to add: not only is this a victory for U.S. policy, and for the human rights world, but this is a really HumanRightsFirsty victory. As Obama signed the executive orders, he was flanked by our bffs the military leaders, and he talked about how they (in meetings organized by us) had met with him as a candidate, and really made an extraordinary impression on him. Organizing and amplifying these military leaders has been our project for some time now, and it truly is extraordinary to see the measurable difference they have made in this debate, in the way the world now looks.
I’m reading The Best and the Brightest, watching my grandparents get older, and I’m finding myself learning a lot and quickly. How come I still don’t know how the world works?
Winter Songs: I knew from the first time I heard it this morning that this McVie song, Hold Me, would make today’s list. And you know? It’s pretty nice out. Not the right day for slow songs about it being cold. It’s very nearly Spring out there (don’t remind me about interminable February when it’s this nice out plus we just ended torture). This season isn’t even close to over, but luckily I’ve got plenty more FM to share, like this awesome outtake that was released in bonus materials a few years ago, Think About It. Perfect for singing along to on headphones while getting coffee in the HRF kitchen. The other night I ran into an old friend and while drinking beer we were talking about Fleetwood Mac, and then he confused Rhiannon, the classic Stevie Nicks song, and Rihanna, the spritely dance-pop sensation from Barbados, unsure which was the song. Imagine the possibilities! I’d love a Lindsey Buckingham-Rihanna collaboration. Or maybe a Stevie Nicks-T.I. mash-up?
We Can Haz Mission Accomplished Hubris Now?
Friday, January 16, 2009
Way too cold, and blogging
YES WE CAN blog torture now. We are blogging like New Year’s Resolution gym-joiners who crowd the stationary bikes for the first few weeks of January and then never again. In other words, there’s a lot to read on our blog – many posts each day! Of course it’s been a busy week, full of confirmation hearings, exit interviews from outgoing administration people, admissions of torture by others, and rumors about what Obama will do.
Reading more Halberstam, many parallels to our lives. Will read further, analyze, and report back shortly.
Winter Songs: This is what I meant about winter getting tough. I hope none of you get the cabin fever when you are nestled inside eating food and watching tv and reading books and playing internet all weekend. For songs, how about Little Lies, characterized by its cold 80s production values. And Landslide, making a repeat appearance, is most suitable to this temperature.
Reading more Halberstam, many parallels to our lives. Will read further, analyze, and report back shortly.
Winter Songs: This is what I meant about winter getting tough. I hope none of you get the cabin fever when you are nestled inside eating food and watching tv and reading books and playing internet all weekend. For songs, how about Little Lies, characterized by its cold 80s production values. And Landslide, making a repeat appearance, is most suitable to this temperature.
Friday, January 9, 2009
The Ferdinand de Lesseps of Brooklyn Girls
So I finished this totally awesome book, The Path Between the Seas, David McCullough’s comprehensive history of the creation of the Panama Canal. Loved it. In awe of both the canal itself and the construction and writing of this history. I found it actually thrilling at moments, a real page-turner despite its heft. Human vision and ingenuity, creativity in the broadest sense… sometimes, it seems, they actually outpace our capacity for destruction. How cool.
Winter Songs: Ok, this is when winter gets tough. No more holidays, warm hearths, family, comfort food to look forward to. Just grey sunshine-free bitter cold until, let’s be honest, April. Winter songs are more important than ever. Until the return of Liz Jordan, I’m on Fleetwood Mac break, but how about some Simon and Garfunkel? Recently I was trying to hike in Panama, but found the trail (sendero) obliterated by mudslides. You know the nearer your destination, the more you’re slip slidin’ away. Eventually, of course, I was homeward bound.
Winter Songs: Ok, this is when winter gets tough. No more holidays, warm hearths, family, comfort food to look forward to. Just grey sunshine-free bitter cold until, let’s be honest, April. Winter songs are more important than ever. Until the return of Liz Jordan, I’m on Fleetwood Mac break, but how about some Simon and Garfunkel? Recently I was trying to hike in Panama, but found the trail (sendero) obliterated by mudslides. You know the nearer your destination, the more you’re slip slidin’ away. Eventually, of course, I was homeward bound.
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