Thursday, May 31, 2012
LOL.
Don't judge me, but I laughed at this as I exited the 6 train on my way to the old edit suite today. LOL!
Almost Friday!!!! Wooooooo!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Stress Dreams.
Last night was a doozy.
Jeff is away, work is still crazy, things need to get done, and well, you could totally tell all of that if you were to witness what I would like to call: THE CRAZIEST STRESS DREAM OF ALL TIME. With that being said, stress dreams are NOT abnormal for me. Normally, they occur semi-often in the very same way. Every single time. There is no creativity in how my mind freaks out.
It goes something like this:
My jaw is open. Wide open. I have lock jaw from laughing too hard or yawning and I am freaking out. Silently. Either the dream ends with me crunching my jaw closed, shattering my teeth (ew, I KNOW) or it just ends with me trying to have someone help me close my mouth.
Until last night.
Last night, I was in a car chasing a train. I had minutes to catch it or I would miss an important appointment (or something). Flying into a sandy parking lot, I run out of the car but it's too late. The train pulls away and people watch me, distraught and out of breath.
Then, a bell rings. I turn around and people are everywhere, flooding the parking lot. Two figures - a guy and girl - are leaning against my car. The guy is wearing a varsity jacket (because I am in high school now?!) and I wave at them, ready to see if they can help me out.
As I get closer, I realize that they are NOT happy. They start screaming to one another and things get heated. REALLY heated. As the guy throws me a threatening glare, I realize that he hates me and is most likely going to hurt me. Avoiding his flailing/angry arms, I jump into my car and take off while he kicks at my doors, yelling and throwing things at me. My heart is pounding.
Suddenly, I look forward as I drive and I see...a coffee cup on the hood of the car. I pull over. I'm distraught. I'm chewing gum. And I think about how I shouldn't be chewing this gum so hard, but I don't care. I chew it harder and harder and then stop suddenly. But, it's too late. One tooth....and then another. Fall right out of my mouth.
Playa please.
If missing a train, being in high school, avoiding a psycho killer, forgetting a cup of coffee (!!!), and losing two teeth isn't the mother of all stress dreams, I don't know what is.
wah,
Jeff is away, work is still crazy, things need to get done, and well, you could totally tell all of that if you were to witness what I would like to call: THE CRAZIEST STRESS DREAM OF ALL TIME. With that being said, stress dreams are NOT abnormal for me. Normally, they occur semi-often in the very same way. Every single time. There is no creativity in how my mind freaks out.
It goes something like this:
My jaw is open. Wide open. I have lock jaw from laughing too hard or yawning and I am freaking out. Silently. Either the dream ends with me crunching my jaw closed, shattering my teeth (ew, I KNOW) or it just ends with me trying to have someone help me close my mouth.
Until last night.
Last night, I was in a car chasing a train. I had minutes to catch it or I would miss an important appointment (or something). Flying into a sandy parking lot, I run out of the car but it's too late. The train pulls away and people watch me, distraught and out of breath.
Then, a bell rings. I turn around and people are everywhere, flooding the parking lot. Two figures - a guy and girl - are leaning against my car. The guy is wearing a varsity jacket (because I am in high school now?!) and I wave at them, ready to see if they can help me out.
As I get closer, I realize that they are NOT happy. They start screaming to one another and things get heated. REALLY heated. As the guy throws me a threatening glare, I realize that he hates me and is most likely going to hurt me. Avoiding his flailing/angry arms, I jump into my car and take off while he kicks at my doors, yelling and throwing things at me. My heart is pounding.
Suddenly, I look forward as I drive and I see...a coffee cup on the hood of the car. I pull over. I'm distraught. I'm chewing gum. And I think about how I shouldn't be chewing this gum so hard, but I don't care. I chew it harder and harder and then stop suddenly. But, it's too late. One tooth....and then another. Fall right out of my mouth.
Playa please.
If missing a train, being in high school, avoiding a psycho killer, forgetting a cup of coffee (!!!), and losing two teeth isn't the mother of all stress dreams, I don't know what is.
wah,
Monday, May 28, 2012
Holiday Fun: Mem Day
Happy Memorial Day!
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| Truth be told, Remy was actually afraid of the flag...even after I told him how many brave men/women fight for his puppy freedoms! |
I hope everyone finds their very own perfect sun patch to nap in today.
L
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Around Town...
I love knit-art. HUGE fan.
Also, if you're looking for songs to shimmy in the sun to, here's some fun for your ears:
And these video's may be disturbing to some, but Blue Jeans is my fave song right now, so press play and go on Facebook or something...
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Coffee, Cash and Claustrophobia.
Aaah, the three C's. Totally common.
Well, the first C that I'll write about isn't that interesting or crazy, but reminded me of the past "quirk" entry that I wrote. I figured that while I was on the topic...
Claustrophobia
Last night, the hubs and I boarded our train toward the homestead when a man took a seat across the aisle from us. He was sitting in the seat closest to the aisle of a 3-seater...meaning the window seat and middle seat were empty. As the train filled up, another young man approached, asking to sit next to..."our neighbor" let's call him. Upon this request, our neighbor stood up and made room for the young fellow to come on in, but he stalled. Young fellow then said, "Oh, I'm actually getting off at Secaucus." Meaning: he would be leaving at the first stop. He wanted the aisle seat.
Our neighbor then said with a slightly uncomfortable smile, "I'm claustrophic, but I'll get up for you, no problem."
Young fellow did not like this. He proceeded to make some breathy horse noise and then walked on down the aisle to a different seat while the next young fellow smiled at our neighbor and happily took the open window seat.
So, who is weirder? The claustrophic neighbor who couldn't sit by the window for 5 minutes OR the guy who refused a perfectly empty window seat with a willing-to-stand-up-at-your-stop aisle guy?
My vote goes to young fellow. But then again...maybe he had some weird issue too...hmmm.
Cash
Typically, I don't give money to homeless or needy people in NYC. When I was younger (high school & college aged), I almost ALWAYS dug deep into my pockets for change to share or offered up half of my deli sandwich to the guy slouched against the Starbucks with a sign that read, "HELP ME GET BACK HOME." I did this at the time because I merely didn't know what an alcoholic crackhead was and I didn't know that my money was most likely going towards a very depressing cause.
However, with each passing year of working here, I find that not only do I not sympathetically share my dolla-bills or food any longer, I barely even watch my feet enough to avoid stepping on these folks. They say that New York will make you a hard person and normally I disagree. But today, I kind of get it.
On my way to the Uptown 6 train, I saw a man running his card through the subway machine repeatedly while shaking his head. I slid mine on the machine next to his and went through the gate, but kept checking back at him. How frustrating is it when your card doesn't work?! Especially if you have some place to be. As I watched, person after person passed the man without a second glance and within minutes the train was approaching. There was no subway teller at this station so I knew stranger-man would have to buy another card if his wouldn't start to magically work. And what if he couldn't afford that? I thought to myself, "If nobody else lets him in, I'm going to give him a swipe." I mean, it's only 2 bucks, but if he steals my card then it's 20...and that would be annoying.
The train screeched to a halt and the man was still stranded on the other side of the turnstile with handfuls of people whizzing past him. Now was my chance. I ran over, "Sir! You can use my card for a swipe!"
He didn't understand me, so I called out to him again, waving my card in his face like a lunatic while also silently cursing myself for waiting until the train was actually here to help stranger-man out. Finally, he noticed that I wasn't trying to kill him and took my card before shakily giving it a swipe. It didn't work. He motioned to hand it back to me, but I assured him that it would work and on the next swipe it did. VICTORY!
With my card back in my hands, the two of us rushed onto the train and as I sat down he approached me sounding completely exasperated, "I just put ten dollars on this card this morning. I don't understand what went wrong with it or how to fix it. Guess I'll have to ask someone on my way home from work tonight. Thank you, again."
And it felt good. I realize that I don't owe anyone anything, but that doesn't mean I can't keep my eyes peeled for opportunities or ways to make other people have a better day. Plus, it's nice. And nice matters.
Coffee
This morning, the hubs and I went for a pre-work Fika outing and got another delicious cup o' heaven. I'm really loving this poorly photographed tradition we have going on here.
Happy rainy Thursday!
xoxo
L
Well, the first C that I'll write about isn't that interesting or crazy, but reminded me of the past "quirk" entry that I wrote. I figured that while I was on the topic...
Claustrophobia
Last night, the hubs and I boarded our train toward the homestead when a man took a seat across the aisle from us. He was sitting in the seat closest to the aisle of a 3-seater...meaning the window seat and middle seat were empty. As the train filled up, another young man approached, asking to sit next to..."our neighbor" let's call him. Upon this request, our neighbor stood up and made room for the young fellow to come on in, but he stalled. Young fellow then said, "Oh, I'm actually getting off at Secaucus." Meaning: he would be leaving at the first stop. He wanted the aisle seat.
Our neighbor then said with a slightly uncomfortable smile, "I'm claustrophic, but I'll get up for you, no problem."
Young fellow did not like this. He proceeded to make some breathy horse noise and then walked on down the aisle to a different seat while the next young fellow smiled at our neighbor and happily took the open window seat.
So, who is weirder? The claustrophic neighbor who couldn't sit by the window for 5 minutes OR the guy who refused a perfectly empty window seat with a willing-to-stand-up-at-your-stop aisle guy?
My vote goes to young fellow. But then again...maybe he had some weird issue too...hmmm.
Cash
Typically, I don't give money to homeless or needy people in NYC. When I was younger (high school & college aged), I almost ALWAYS dug deep into my pockets for change to share or offered up half of my deli sandwich to the guy slouched against the Starbucks with a sign that read, "HELP ME GET BACK HOME." I did this at the time because I merely didn't know what an alcoholic crackhead was and I didn't know that my money was most likely going towards a very depressing cause.
However, with each passing year of working here, I find that not only do I not sympathetically share my dolla-bills or food any longer, I barely even watch my feet enough to avoid stepping on these folks. They say that New York will make you a hard person and normally I disagree. But today, I kind of get it.
On my way to the Uptown 6 train, I saw a man running his card through the subway machine repeatedly while shaking his head. I slid mine on the machine next to his and went through the gate, but kept checking back at him. How frustrating is it when your card doesn't work?! Especially if you have some place to be. As I watched, person after person passed the man without a second glance and within minutes the train was approaching. There was no subway teller at this station so I knew stranger-man would have to buy another card if his wouldn't start to magically work. And what if he couldn't afford that? I thought to myself, "If nobody else lets him in, I'm going to give him a swipe." I mean, it's only 2 bucks, but if he steals my card then it's 20...and that would be annoying.
The train screeched to a halt and the man was still stranded on the other side of the turnstile with handfuls of people whizzing past him. Now was my chance. I ran over, "Sir! You can use my card for a swipe!"
He didn't understand me, so I called out to him again, waving my card in his face like a lunatic while also silently cursing myself for waiting until the train was actually here to help stranger-man out. Finally, he noticed that I wasn't trying to kill him and took my card before shakily giving it a swipe. It didn't work. He motioned to hand it back to me, but I assured him that it would work and on the next swipe it did. VICTORY!
With my card back in my hands, the two of us rushed onto the train and as I sat down he approached me sounding completely exasperated, "I just put ten dollars on this card this morning. I don't understand what went wrong with it or how to fix it. Guess I'll have to ask someone on my way home from work tonight. Thank you, again."
And it felt good. I realize that I don't owe anyone anything, but that doesn't mean I can't keep my eyes peeled for opportunities or ways to make other people have a better day. Plus, it's nice. And nice matters.
Coffee
This morning, the hubs and I went for a pre-work Fika outing and got another delicious cup o' heaven. I'm really loving this poorly photographed tradition we have going on here.
Happy rainy Thursday!
xoxo
L
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Around Town...
The hubs and I had ourselves a very local Saturday. We picnicked in the yard, bbq'd and walked to some local shops where I admired some bird-art (drawn by humans).
I love little shops and I love spending the day on the lawn...it was a great weekend...
Okay, enough about the weekend. It's back to work in the sky.
xoxo
L
I love little shops and I love spending the day on the lawn...it was a great weekend...
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| "You Make Me Happy" |
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| New clock for our ship, I mean kitchen |
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| Remy was the yard king. |
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| "Enjoy Yourself, It's Later than you think" |
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| PLEASE look at Remy's eye. |
L
Monday, May 21, 2012
Puke on a Train.
It's like snakes on a plane, but worse.
This morning, puking on a train almost became my reality. Not enough sleep, work stress, wine the night before and anxiety are known to be a deadly combo for me. Thankfully, I didn't ALSO have coffee...because that would have thrown me over the edge.
As long as I'm on the move, things seem to be okay. Getting ready, rushing around the house, walking Remy, running to the train station...no problem. It isn't until I STOP, sit down and stare out the train window for a few minutes that my stomach begins to churn and I feel sick. Then, I panic. Panicking makes me breathe all crazy while my stomach coats with acid and a lump forms in my throat. Then, the the lump grows and grows until I am nearly certain that revisiting my breakfast will be the next stop on this train. All I can think is: Am I really going to throw up? How quickly can I get to the bathroom? Do I just throw up in my computer bag, all over my stuff?
Ew...
Every option sounds terrible and I inevitably decide that I can't throw up. Logistically, it just can't happen. But, my mind is already racing and thinking is the one thing you don't want to do at a time like this. I know this, but it's SO hard. It's actually impossible. AND that's why I woke the guy up next to me and ran for the bathroom.
Turns out I didn't get sick, but I did:
a) look crazy
b) feel better standing until my arrival
No more wine for this girl...
xoxo
L
This morning, puking on a train almost became my reality. Not enough sleep, work stress, wine the night before and anxiety are known to be a deadly combo for me. Thankfully, I didn't ALSO have coffee...because that would have thrown me over the edge.
As long as I'm on the move, things seem to be okay. Getting ready, rushing around the house, walking Remy, running to the train station...no problem. It isn't until I STOP, sit down and stare out the train window for a few minutes that my stomach begins to churn and I feel sick. Then, I panic. Panicking makes me breathe all crazy while my stomach coats with acid and a lump forms in my throat. Then, the the lump grows and grows until I am nearly certain that revisiting my breakfast will be the next stop on this train. All I can think is: Am I really going to throw up? How quickly can I get to the bathroom? Do I just throw up in my computer bag, all over my stuff?
Ew...
Every option sounds terrible and I inevitably decide that I can't throw up. Logistically, it just can't happen. But, my mind is already racing and thinking is the one thing you don't want to do at a time like this. I know this, but it's SO hard. It's actually impossible. AND that's why I woke the guy up next to me and ran for the bathroom.
Turns out I didn't get sick, but I did:
a) look crazy
b) feel better standing until my arrival
No more wine for this girl...
xoxo
L
Friday, May 18, 2012
Quirks.
Everyone has a quirk or two. Even if you aren't aware of what they may be, they're there. Some more out there (eating cocktail skewers, laundry detergent, or dating an inanimate object?) than others.
However, as a public transportation user, I don't have the luxury of seeing people at their best or most normal. Nope. On trains/subways/buses/planes I am witness to these quirks EVERYDAY. What is it about a subway that makes us all a little loco? Are we a tad too trapped with our thoughts? Are we simply too close to our fellow riders? Or are we too close to ourselves for comfort?
I, of course have my own. Upon entering a train, I will most likely scout out the bathroom...you know...just in case. I almost NEVER use it, but what if I needed to? What if it wasn't working and then the train stalled, trapping me there for hours? Or what if the car with the bathroom was crowded with people? These are all things that make my mind race.
Other than that, I like to have a window seat, but I probably won't act noticeably if I cannot. Oh, and I don't like to touch people. AND if the person next to me is picking/biting/doing anything that I deem as bathroom behavior, I usually excuse myself as soon as possible.
Those are mine. Here are some others:
On average, a dozen girls per subway car will cover their hands in their sweaters before hanging on to the subway pole for support. I'm not sure if it's better to touch the thing to maintain a better grip and wash your hands asap, or do this. I sway between the two.
Every single day, dozens of people stand to exit the train 5-10 minutes before we even enter the station. I understand the urgency, but unless you are in the center of the train car, I think there is very little point in doing this. You may save yourself 23 seconds. However, the energy expelled in this practice is so addictive and I've found myself doing it too. Follower.
On a subway one time, I witnessed one woman pressing her eyes shut while repeatedly telling herself that she was "almost there" for 12 grueling minutes until we arrived at her stop. Also hating the idea of entrapment, I felt her pain...but moreso for her quirk than actually being trapped in a vehicle that was taking her where she wanted to go.
Last week, I watched as a young lady dressed in her fancy work garb paced the entire length of the train a good 7 times before getting to her stop (or maybe it wasn't her stop). Back and forth she went. Knocking into people, constantly excusing herself. It was painful to watch because I knew she was having some sort of internal struggle, but what could anyone say..."I'm sorry for your brain"?
Yesterday, I sat beside an enthralled Kindle reader and nail biter who spit his nails OUT in the direction of the train aisle. I'm sure he didn't even realize he was doing it, but you can be sure: This made me want to vomit.
And today a man jumped into my subway car and proceeded to lay out a small area of newspaper to rest his weary suited bum on. No he wasn't a puppy and it wasn't his litter box. He merely thought the newspaper would be less dirty than the seat. Of course, I then spent the rest of my ride wondering if I agreed with this action and upon arriving at my destination decided that I do not. Ink on my pants seems like a messy situation to fix...but then again this was his quirk and not mine.
Whenever I start to feel like a freak or anxious about something or another, I think it's important to look around. Really look around. Everyone's got their thing. I'm not alone. We're all just so consumed with our own stuff that it's hard to see...humans are quirky. All of them.
xoxo
L
However, as a public transportation user, I don't have the luxury of seeing people at their best or most normal. Nope. On trains/subways/buses/planes I am witness to these quirks EVERYDAY. What is it about a subway that makes us all a little loco? Are we a tad too trapped with our thoughts? Are we simply too close to our fellow riders? Or are we too close to ourselves for comfort?
I, of course have my own. Upon entering a train, I will most likely scout out the bathroom...you know...just in case. I almost NEVER use it, but what if I needed to? What if it wasn't working and then the train stalled, trapping me there for hours? Or what if the car with the bathroom was crowded with people? These are all things that make my mind race.
Other than that, I like to have a window seat, but I probably won't act noticeably if I cannot. Oh, and I don't like to touch people. AND if the person next to me is picking/biting/doing anything that I deem as bathroom behavior, I usually excuse myself as soon as possible.
Those are mine. Here are some others:
On average, a dozen girls per subway car will cover their hands in their sweaters before hanging on to the subway pole for support. I'm not sure if it's better to touch the thing to maintain a better grip and wash your hands asap, or do this. I sway between the two.
Every single day, dozens of people stand to exit the train 5-10 minutes before we even enter the station. I understand the urgency, but unless you are in the center of the train car, I think there is very little point in doing this. You may save yourself 23 seconds. However, the energy expelled in this practice is so addictive and I've found myself doing it too. Follower.
On a subway one time, I witnessed one woman pressing her eyes shut while repeatedly telling herself that she was "almost there" for 12 grueling minutes until we arrived at her stop. Also hating the idea of entrapment, I felt her pain...but moreso for her quirk than actually being trapped in a vehicle that was taking her where she wanted to go.
Last week, I watched as a young lady dressed in her fancy work garb paced the entire length of the train a good 7 times before getting to her stop (or maybe it wasn't her stop). Back and forth she went. Knocking into people, constantly excusing herself. It was painful to watch because I knew she was having some sort of internal struggle, but what could anyone say..."I'm sorry for your brain"?
Yesterday, I sat beside an enthralled Kindle reader and nail biter who spit his nails OUT in the direction of the train aisle. I'm sure he didn't even realize he was doing it, but you can be sure: This made me want to vomit.
And today a man jumped into my subway car and proceeded to lay out a small area of newspaper to rest his weary suited bum on. No he wasn't a puppy and it wasn't his litter box. He merely thought the newspaper would be less dirty than the seat. Of course, I then spent the rest of my ride wondering if I agreed with this action and upon arriving at my destination decided that I do not. Ink on my pants seems like a messy situation to fix...but then again this was his quirk and not mine.
Whenever I start to feel like a freak or anxious about something or another, I think it's important to look around. Really look around. Everyone's got their thing. I'm not alone. We're all just so consumed with our own stuff that it's hard to see...humans are quirky. All of them.
xoxo
L
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Fun Times...
I have a best friend whom I've known since the second grade. I asked her to play my "Mom" on the playground at the age of 7 and she shyly obliged. She is just like that. Agreeable, ready for fun (playing house used to be so fun), and great. Years passed and it wasn't until our Junior year of high school that things changed from friend status to THE friend status. Out of nowhere, I noticed that she was trustworthy beyond the scope of my other friends and from there it stuck. We were a team.
I love having a friend like her. I never second guess it. SO...in a way to move on from this love-fest, all I want to say is that this girl is getting married and I'm so excited. Her bachelorette party was last Friday...
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| Dry Bar for some hair stylin. |
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| The Bach. |
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| Pedi-cab after getting our mane done...not the smartest. |
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| 230 Fifth Roof top |
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| Touristy posing. |
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| The Bach and her sista's. |
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| Fly-walking. |
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| Napkin roses are pretty exciting. |
We had our hair done at DRYBAR...which I can't say enough amazing things about. 40 dollars, any hair style, super quick, so comfortable, and RELAXING. Their slogan is: No cuts, no color, just blowouts.
A must-do.
xoxo
L
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Listening to...
Today, I'm listening to these guys on repeat...
AND over 200 million views can't be wrong...
Friday, May 11, 2012
Fika.
So, as we speak (blog?) I am immersed in the most INSANE job ever. Producing L'Oreal video's for a big deal thing in France. It's confusing, it's unlike any job I've taken, and it's pretty brain-consuming. But at the same time, I think it's really important to step away, even for 3 and a half minutes to have a moment of happiness.
That's why the hubs and I grabbed coffee (literally grabbed and ran) at Fika today!
That's why the hubs and I grabbed coffee (literally grabbed and ran) at Fika today!
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FYI- Fika has really tasty coffee. No flavors, just a-mazingly smooth coffee/espresso love for your taste-buds. Check them out here: http://www.fikanyc.com/
Happy Friday!
xoxo
L
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
FREE NYC: Madison Square Street Food
Madison Square Park (the home of Shake Shack) is having a super fun extravaganza for hungry folk and foodies alike! (you: YAAAAY!)
Food trucks from ALL OVER park and set up shop to offer you their very best. The only downside and reason why the title of this post isn't totally true is that the food costs money, but it's free to walk around and pull up a chair should you want to be in the presence of massive meat sandwiches, organic pizzettes, and tasty smelling wine.
OPEN TIL JUNE 1ST, 11am - 9pm.
xoxo
L
Food trucks from ALL OVER park and set up shop to offer you their very best. The only downside and reason why the title of this post isn't totally true is that the food costs money, but it's free to walk around and pull up a chair should you want to be in the presence of massive meat sandwiches, organic pizzettes, and tasty smelling wine.
OPEN TIL JUNE 1ST, 11am - 9pm.
xoxo
L
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Listening to...
Last night, we went to Grassroots Tavern on St. Marks and this song was playing...
I liked it.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
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