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Saadi held his Muse in awe,
She was his mistress and his law;
A twelvemonth he could silence hold,
Nor ran to speak till she him told;
He felt the flame, the fanning wings,
Nor offered words till they were things,
Glad when the solid mountain swims
In music and uplifting hymns.
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Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields
Woods or steepy mountain yields

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flower, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

what...?

Oct. 20th, 2014 11:14 am
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I... think my car was broken into last night? I mean it must have?

Yesterday I parked just as a big rain storm was starting up, so I ran out of the car when it was raining, but then I turned back to MAKE SURE I locked it. I mean anything is possible, but IDK. I CHECKED THAT I'D LOCKED IT.

This morning I came to my car and the glove compartment was open, and the stuff that was in it was splayed on the passenger's seat (if the compartment had opened accidentally and things had spilled out they'd have gone to the floor) and the stuff that had been lying on the floor/on the seat next to the driver's were lying on the driver's seat. Namely, a pair of pink underwear that I had... lying somewhere in the car (that was not on a seat! Don't ask.) was neatly splayed out on the driver's seat.

I just... WHAT. Nothing was taken - I mean there was nothing valuable in the car anyway, but even the stuff from the glove compartment was intact. There was a speaker thing in there! They didn't even take that! Nothing else in the car had been touched, everything in the trunk was intact. None of the windows were broken or anything, the car started just fine. I... I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

Apparently last night someone broke into my car, found a pair of my underwear and decided to put it on my seat. The disconcerting thing is that I had a name tag from work in the glove compartment, so they also saw my name + place of employment? It's a little hilarious and a little unspeakably creepy. I... just don't even know. I guess it's possible my stuff went topsy-turvy on its own, due to the intense storm. But even though trees and stuff were rattled, I don't really see my car being picked up from the ground and shaken around, which is the only thing that could have caused a pair of underwear to migrate from being crumpled on the floor or whatever to being nicely displayed on the next seat over?

It's possible that I didn't notice that the car was unlocked, I guess, and someone sought refuge from the rain in it? The passenger's side was the one close to the sidewalk, so there's that I guess? And maybe they rifled through my stuff and then politely... got up and left my car alone?

I just... what even. WHAT EVEN.
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I’m super excited about this!

Cyberpunk Malaysia Call for Entries

I’m editing a Malaysian cyberpunk anthology for Fixi Novo, who also published SPIRITS ABROAD. For people who can’t do images, the Call for Entries is at the end of this post, under the cut.

Backstory

Amir posted about how he came to decide to do a cyberpunk anthology on Facebook: Amir’s Facebook post. Very cute! The originator actually provided a list of examples of the genre, so here it is in case you find it helpful:

Blade Runner, Total Recall, Johnny Mnemonic, The Matrix, Akira, Cowboy Bebop, Neo-Tokyo, Dredd

Amir decided pretty quickly, because on the same day, 14 August, I received an email from him asking if I’d like to edit a cyberpunk anthology. I was at Loncon, gearing up for a long weekend of approx. 9,000 panels, while also doing my bazillionth revision of a novel and drowning in work from actual job. I’ve never edited anything other than school magazines, plus I am not super familiar with the genre. I was like omg ////o\\\\

But the answer was yes, definitely. Of course la!

Working with Fixi is very humbling. You spend a couple of days crafting a perfectly balanced call for entries and then Amir says, “Can you cut it down? It needs to fit on Instagram.” And he removes your full stop after your ellipsis!

What I’m looking for

I read a review the other day that made me realise, with shock, that cyberpunk is kind of retro. I hadn’t quite registered that Neuromancer was literally published before I was born. The Matrix was made within living memory, of course, but even so, that was 15 years ago!

But the more I thought about it the more ideal it felt. It’s an old genre that is forward-looking, which is perfect in a weird way for a modern society suffused with nostalgia for an imagined ideal past. It’s all about living inside the Internet and being owned by corporations, which is maybe not an entirely inaccurate description of urban Malaysiana. It also works, obviously, because it’s basically KL NOIR 5 … NOW WITH SPACESHIPS!

So what am I looking for? I’m looking for stories (or creative non-fiction) that explore what cyberpunk can reveal about Malaysia (or vice versa). Stories that show convincingly what Cowboy Bebop would be like if it was set in Alor Setar. No black leather trenchcoats (too hot la), and if we could skip the tired sexism that is so often a hallmark of noir, that would be great. I’d be happy to read both stories that inhabited and played with the tropes of the genre, and stories that tried to do something new with those tropes.

Because cyberpunk was what people thought about the future, and a lot of it was produced in what is now the past, it got stuff wrong. It is an incomplete vision. I’m really interested in what the cyberpunk of now would look like — now that we really do live in the Internet and corporations own our souls. (You could write about separatist farmers! I would love to publish a cyberpunk story that was all about separatist farmers.)

So: cities, systems, cool outfits, robotic or bioengineered enhancements, near-future technology, fighting against The Man. Maybe even optimism? Maybe even that.

Read the rest of this entry » )

Mirrored from Zen Cho.

the writing thing

Oct. 17th, 2014 07:28 pm
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So, guys, last night I posted the last chapter of The Way You Drink Your Coffee.

The Way You Drink Your Coffee (38830 words) by sabrina_il
Chapters: 9/9
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews
Characters: Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Adam Burish
Summary: Patrick Kane is a professional dominant, Jonathan Toews is his client.

Guys, it's been a year. OVER a year, actually. I started writing this in July of last year, and finished posting in October. I suppose I can claim I've been working on it for a year proper if I take out the two months I've spent traveling. I remember telling [personal profile] roga, last September as I was gearing up to leave for India, that the story was nearly done and just needed another draft for polish.

I've learned so, so, so much from writing this story. Which is why I stuck with it I guess - even in my darkest hour (more about why there were dark hours in the end notes) I felt like going through this, having this struggle, was teaching me so much about writing. In the back of my mind I was always writing this story as "practice" for writing an original novel, and so no experience was a bad experience, I guess, in that sense.

Writing and posting this story also had an unexpected result in boosting my confidence a little. I have basically no confidence at all in my skills as a writer of fiction (I'm good with non-fiction! but with fiction it's a completely different story). I've struggled with this and will continue to struggle with it, I guess, because the only way to convince yourself you can do something is to actually do it.

About 5 years ago I wrote an original scifi novella. It features a 90% female cast, it's set in a total institution, it talks about adolescence and leadership and friendship and I still believe in it passionately. I still love the characters, the plot, the setting, more than I can say. When, after several rounds of editing it, I considered trying to self publish it in whatever venue, I was afraid of tricking people. I remember explaining this logic out loud to [personal profile] shedonit and realizing how ridiculous it sounded, while at the same time being unable to let it go. Trying to sell my novella, even for a cent, felt dishonest. I'm not a good writer, is the thing, and people might consider buying my story because they know me from my journal, and I will be deceiving them because my fiction isn't actually any good.

[personal profile] shedonit kept asking, "have you edited this story until it's the best story you can possibly create at this point in time?" and I said yes, and she said "then let people make their own decisions". But I couldn't. It made me want to hide under the bed, the idea of "tricking" people out of their money, even if it was a single cent. My work is not good enough.

I still struggle with this, and I'll continue struggling with it, but posting this story in chapters, seeing the reaction to it, has been really, really huge. I have this thing where when people comment and tell me I'm a good writer or the story is really good I just glance over it. Subconsciously I tell myself that they're only saying that because the standards for fanfic are low anyway, or they're just trying to be nice, or they liked the particular kink/character/trope I used and it's not related to my skills at all. But TWYDYC, because it was so long, because I spent so much time on it, because I had to go through a conscious process of "this is good enough" and accepting its imperfections and posting, because I got to see people being excited about it chapter after chapter after chapter, where each time I thought "people will hate this" or "this isn't good enough" people would respond with how positive feedback... it's been huge, just absolutely huge for me. It's not that I have a huge amount of confidence now, but I have slightly more than zero. I guess it's that enough people have publicly liked this story that my brain can't claim they're ALL making it up.

Anyway, my goal now is to get back to writing original stuff, or rather to writing longform original stuff, which is what I was doing when TWYDYC "interrupted". more about original projects )

SFF online stuff

Oct. 16th, 2014 04:39 pm
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So here's a list I compiled of SFF venues that publish their content for free online! I made it for my students. Maybe they will be bored and will click around in the Discussions section of Blackboard that I have created for them.

I've arranged them alphabetically, with some notes at the end, and if you want to help me flesh out the notes, you are welcome to do so!

AE Scifi: http://aescifi.ca/index.php/fiction (CANADIA!)

Apex Magazine: http://www.apex-magazine.com/ (this is the magazine that published "50 Fatwas")

Beneath Ceaseless Skies: http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/ (specializing in high fantasy)

Betwixt Magazine: http://betwixtmagazine.com/

Bourbon Penn: http://www.bourbonpenn.com/ (slipstream, surreal, magical realism)

Cabinet De Fees - Scheherazade's Bequest: http://www.cabinetdesfees.com/scheherezades-bequest/ (they have now gone print-only, but online archives still remain)

Clarkesworld Magazine: http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/ (yes, founded by the Arthur Clarke we read in class)

Crossed Genres: http://crossedgenres.com/magazine/

Daily Science Fiction: http://dailysciencefiction.com/

Delinquent's Spice: http://www.delinquentspice.com/?page_id=61

Electric Velocipede: http://www.electricvelocipede.com/ (it has sadly ceased publication but most of the work is still available for free reading)

Every Day Fiction: http://www.everydayfiction.com/ (flash fiction)

Expanded Horizons: http://expandedhorizons.net/magazine/

Fantasy Magazine: http://www.fantasy-magazine.com/

The Future Fire: http://futurefire.net/

GigaNotoSaurus: http://giganotosaurus.org/ (for longish fiction)

Goblin Fruit: http://www.goblinfruit.net/ (fantastical poetry)

Ideomander: http://www.ideomancer.com/

Interfictions: http://interfictions.com/ (journal of "interstitial" art; generally very unclassifiable SF)

Lackington's Magazine: http://lackingtons.com/

Lightspeed Magazine: http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/

Luna Station Quarterly: http://lunastationquarterly.com/

Mythic Delirium: http://mythicdelirium.com/ (formerly just poetry, now also prose)

Nightmare Magazine: http://www.nightmare-magazine.com/ (speculative poetry)

Podcastle (audio stories): http://podcastle.org/

Pseudopod (audio stories): http://pseudopod.org/ (horror)

Scigentasy: http://www.scigentasy.com/category/fiction/ (dedicated to issues of gender in speculative fiction)

Shimmer: http://www.shimmerzine.com/

Stone Telling: http://stonetelling.com/ (speculative poetry)

Strange Horizons: http://www.strangehorizons.com/

Tor Online: http://www.tor.com/stories/prose

Unlikely Story: http://www.unlikely-story.com/


If there are more I don't have (and I feel there's one more I saw but I just don't remember what /o\) drop it in comments, too.

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Oct. 15th, 2014 11:43 pm
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- I let my temper and my depression get the better of me today. I ranted from 10am until 6pm and forgot to eat lunch.

There was a break sometime wherein I started playing grad adviser for one of the 2nd year grads who really wants to get her shit together and she knows what to do and I guess it's just hard for her to keep things together.

There was also a fire drill!

During which time I ran into the department chair and asked if I could use travel money from the department to attend SD Comics Fest this weekend. I think he said yes.

Tomorrow there will be an earthquake drill.

- I finished being angry and just ended up sad so I called up EA to ask him if I could have dinner with someone not from the Internet. He busted his knee falling off his bike, but said sure I could come over, so I went by Busy Cafe, went to his place and hung out for a few hours. We talked about comic books, teaching (he's teaching a class on Af-Am art).

- I've booked my tix for SD Comics Fest. PK has a birthday to attend on Saturday so she might not come with me after all. If I don't hear from her by tomorrow afternoon I'll book Travelodge for the night. Lisa has said she can come pick me up from the bus station and get me to the hotel, altho she can't stay the night. There's only the 8pm bus left. I should be okay. I think.

- My friend Skye just made a comparison between #GamerGate and #MooreAndMe. I hadn't thought of the latter in years. Damn.

- I hope my worms will be okay in the mail a few more days =(

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Oct. 15th, 2014 12:56 am
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This weekend I really want to go to SD Comics Fest.

I'd like to head out on Thursday, so I can be there for the whole weekend. Which also means I ought to buy tickets.

Anyway. I don't have a place to stay and I really don't want to do the commute thing but I don't really want to stay at the hotel either which is $117 a night. I'm currently looking at the nearby Travelodge, which is $59 on Thurs and then $129 on Friday and Saturday (rounding it up to $99 a night).

Nobody's getting back to me about this though =/

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Oct. 15th, 2014 12:45 am
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Achieved:

- made spot quizzes on the spot (haha)
- spoke to student who's also a creative writer, introduced her to several SFF authors, gave her brief rundown on publishing, convinced her to do NaNo
- graded spot quizzes
- hemmed my new trousers with a blind stitch hem
- bought lieutenant rank braids because i have a red shirt that looks just like a ST shirt and I don't want to get shit for being a Redshirt

Needed:
- drink more water
- cook some actual food
- eat more fruit, them apples aren't gonna eat themselves
- get back to editing
- get back to reading research articles
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back from vacation

Oct. 14th, 2014 11:24 am
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So, that was some time off!

I spent a week in Germany, 6 days in London and 10 days in France and when I came home I dropped like a stone, didn't even shower from the airport, slept for 17 hours straight.

Europe was wonderful. My relatives in Germany were... complicated, I got a cold halfway through the trip and spent overall about 3-4 days incapacitated in bed, I spent more time clothes shopping than I have in my previous three trips combined; I met so many friends I've missed, met some new people as well, had amazing, delicious foods, had so many unusual experiences (half the point of travel, for me). I managed to post nearly all the parts of my fic. The weather was atrocious and wonderful by turns, and oddly I feel like after 3 weeks I'd finally gotten used to layering. And here I am back home, where that skill is utterly useless again, lol. I can proudly state I've converted people to watching Outlander in three separate European countries. Managed to pimp some hockey along the way as well.

Pictures will arrive at some point. I had a... super chill? utterly incompetent? attitude to this trip, so I forgot both my cameras and decided not to worry about it. All things were photographed with my phone. Mostly these are pictures of food, I think - I hope you're all surprised.

Robert Graves, "She Tells Her Love"

Oct. 13th, 2014 11:16 am
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She tells her love while half asleep,
       In the dark hours,
               With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
       And puts out grass and flowers
                Despite the snow,
                Despite the falling snow.
--Robert Graves

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Oct. 13th, 2014 11:38 am
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Theme week begins now. Please post poems relating to the theme of snow this week. Please tag them with the words theme:snow.
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We Have Our Arts So We Won't Die of Truth
-Ray Bradury

Know only Real? Fall dead.
So Nietzsche said.
We have our Arts so we won’t die of Truth.
The World is too much with us
The Flood stays on beyond the Forty Days.
The sheep that graze in yonder fields are wolves.
The clock that ticks inside your head is truly Time
And in the night will bury you.
The children warm in bed at dawn will leave
And take your heart and go to worlds you do not know.
All this being so
We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe
And beat our blood; accept the Devil’s neighborhood,
And age and dark and cars that run us down,
And clown with Death’s-head in him
Or skull that wears Fool’s crown
And jingles blood-rust bells and rattles groans
To earthquake-settle attic bones late nights.
All this, this, this, all this—too much!
It cracks the heart!
And so? Find Art.
Seize brush. Take stance. Do fancy footwork. Dance.
Run race. Try poem. Write play.
Milton does more than drunk God can
To justify Man’s way toward Man.
And maundered Melville takes as task
To find the mask beneath the mask.
And homily by Emily D. shows dust-bin Man’s anomaly.
And Shakespeare poisons up Death’s dart
And of gravedigging hones an art.
And Poe divining tides of blood
Builds Ark of bone to sail the flood.
Death, then, is painful wisdom tooth;
With Art as forceps, pull that Truth,
And plumb the abyss where it was
Hid deep in dark and Time and Cause.
Though Monarch Worm devours our heart,
With Yorick’s mouth cry “Thanks!” to Art.
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I adore Shane Koyczan to an absurd amount, and this is my absolute favorite poem by him (possibly I'm biased because it's the first of his I'd ever heard). It's in a sort of narrative view because it's a long spoken-word poem, so there's an embedded video at the end of the post if you want to just listen to it.

The Crickets Have Arthritis
by Shane Koyczan

It doesn't matter why I was there, where the air is sterile and the sheets sting. It doesn't matter that I was hooked up to this thing that buzzed and beeped every time my heart leaped like a man who's faith tells him God's hands are big enough to catch an airplane, or a world. It doesn't matter that I was curled up like a fist protesting death, or that every breath was either hard labour or hard time, or that I'm either always too hot or too cold. Doesn't matter because my hospital roommate wears star wars pajamas, and he's 9 years old. His name is Louis, and I don't have to ask what he's got. The bald head with the skin and bones frame speaks volumes. The gameboy and the feather pillow booms like they're trying to make him feel at home because he's going to be here awhile.

Read more... )

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Oct. 10th, 2014 04:08 pm
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Ach. There's a fresh falling of dead leaves on my garden so I thought I'd dig up a new hole and bury them. Then out of curiousity, I thought I'd dig up a site I've used for trench composting before. To my surprise, where I'm digging is still extremely difficult to dig up... it feels like I'm hitting stone. The earth IS darker than before but there isn't really any sign of mulching. Chances are I just don't know how to recognize it (and my dad doesn't really do composting so much as he does "toss everything into a heap and leave it alone" kind of terra preta composting so I have no experience for reference) but I thought that it would be a lot less difficult to dig, and it shouldn't feel like I'm hitting stone or very hard clay.

In many ways I'm doing work that one might do in a long-term garden, which I feel I shouldn't be doing since I'm only going to be here a short while more. It is very frustrating, though, because I would like to see more flowers and the such in my garden throughout the year. So I am trying to prepare the ground for the impending sowing (which can't happen until late November, I think, because my god it is October but still 30'c out why??? I'm guessing a previous tenant also laid down some woodchippy stuff as a kind of mulch to keep weeds down or water in but frankly all it's doing is get in my way. I want to harvest them to grow orchids or something but I don't even know how to do that.

I've got to figure out a site to bury the incoming cattails which the tree outside my place is going to rain down in just a few weeks, too. I think I'll pick a corner this time, where the hibiscus used to grow.

I've yet to ask Dr. LR for a cutting of roses from her garden--she grows some big beautiful ones and apparently they're really low-maintenance and don't like a lot of water once they're established. Maybe next week when it's classtime. I'm also going to see if I can get some mini-roses at the Botanic Gardens plant sale too.

Gonna also start a new worm bin, but an indoor one this time, to keep the other bugs out. There're a few in the bin outside, and I thought there were more but I guess not. At least the tree stump of the palm I decimated back in 2012 is almost gone. I'm thinking of taking advantage of the fall sale at Uncle Jim's, and add half of it to the outdoor bin. OR I could just keep them all indoors and leave the outdoor bin alone, use it for planting veggies in the spring when everything's finally composted.
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Shifting the Sun
by Diana Der-Hovanessian

When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.

When you father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.

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Oct. 10th, 2014 01:51 pm
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Theme week will begin Monday Oct. 13th, and our theme is snow. I will post again on Monday to let you know it is time to begin posting your selections.

Ugh.

Oct. 9th, 2014 07:30 pm
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Pap test results came back: "Negative with High Risk of HPV 16/46"

Which means yet ANOTHER colposcopy.

I have not had a normal Pap smear since 2012.

It has been two years since that summer of one-night-stands and I'm getting kinda mad at it all.

Pantoum | Elise Matthesen

Oct. 9th, 2014 05:40 pm
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Pantoum
by Elise Matthesen

A poet with paper and pen is in business.
Don't let them know what you're doing.
Remember to keep your tools sharp.
Brush up on your covert ops skills.

Don't let them know what you're doing.
Poets know how to get past the borders.
Brush up on your covert ops skills --
It helps to look abstract, or pretty, or simple.

Poets know how to get past the borders;
A poem can be a way of smuggling truth.
It helps to look abstract, or pretty, or simple.
Some poems are strong enough to bear that.

A poem can be a way of smuggling truth.
Bones speak louder than official histories.
Some poems are strong enough to bear that.
A poet can owe a debt of story to a bone.

Bones speak louder than official histories.
Some things demand that we tell how they happened.
A poet can owe a debt of story to a bone
Or a stick, a charred stub, white stones, blood.

Some things demand that we tell how they happened.
A poet with paper and pen is in business,
Or a stick, a charred stub, white stones, blood.
Remember to keep your tools sharp.

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