J.D. Salinger passed away this week, and I was a little distraught. Dude was ninety one years old. He lived a very long life. He wasn't exactly a model for being a good husband or father, but his writings were wonderful. When I think of the books I want to re-read, his are always at the top of the list. One reason I think his books are great is because there were so few of them. He didn't find it necessary to write a dozen books revolving around one or two characters. The quality of the books was never diluted.
One novel and a bunch of short stories were all that was published out of everything that he wrote. That novel was a huge impact on my younger life. I first read The Catcher in the Rye in high school, like most people in this country, and I attached myself to Holden Caulfield. It was easy to do as a sixteen year old boy. Even now, as I near my twenty eighth birthday, I still find myself drawn to his sense of rebellion. I know he was conceded and self serving and extremely opinionated, but still I love this character. His anti-everything sense of self is what still endears me to him.
The style of writing that Salinger had I loved. It was very conversational. As I read his books, I could hear the words coming out of his characters' mouths. He wasn't the greatest person in the world, some may even go as far as to call him a bit of an asshole. It is hard to argue the facts. The best thing he ever did was to say fuck off to anyone who wanted to turn Catcher in the Rye into a movie. I hope above all hopes that his family continues to hold to his stubborn ways about this book being turned into a movie.
30 January 2010
27 January 2010
Man stories
Art of Manliness has been producing podcasts for several months now and one of the fun things that they do is interview guys and ask a series of questions. They have interviewed authors, contributor's to the AoM page, or friends of the podcast. Along the same lines as Inside the Actor's Studio, but funner for guys to listen to. I have enjoyed listening to them because it makes me think about how I would answer those questions if I ever was asked.
A bit about myself: I am twenty seven (twenty eight in February) currently living in Wichita, Kansas. I work for a retail store and currently manage the meat and dairy departments. I have been married for almost three years. I love scotch and whiskey, flat beer at the ball park with a cold hot dog, and time permitting writing.
When did I become a man: The one event that sticks out in my mind is when I moved down to Kansas. I drove down from Michigan to join my then girlfriend (now wife) who had been working in Wichita for ten months. It was the BIG MOVE. Everything I owned was in a trailer my dad was pulling or in my old car. We took two days to drive and about half way down, in Illinois, it hit me. I moved out of my parents house. College was over and I didn't find a job, but Andrea did. Our agreement was to move wherever the first job was. Lo and behold, Kansas. There are days that I wish we lived closer, but that's the hand we're dealt.
What does manliness mean to me: Manliness to me means being that person people can come to for any question that they have. Being that wise sage for advice, any kind of advice. To be that person in someone's life that they can come to with difficult situations to try and create a solution. On a lighter note, one thing that every man should know how to do is keep a box score at a baseball game. Take a trip out to the park one day and sit in the cheap seats and drink some beer and keep the box score, it's a great time.
Which men (living, dead, fictional, etc.) have influenced my view of manliness: Like most men, my dad has had the biggest influence on my view of manliness. It's funny how when we are growing up no one ever wants to be like their parents, mainly because they have done some little thing to tick us off as kids and we hate them for that. I never had that feeling. Dad was caring when we were kids but he also was the disciplinarian. We still to this day laugh about a time when I did something (Mom and Dad still don't remember what it was) and went and hid under the dining room table. I would scoot away from him and he couldn't get to me. In turn, this just made him madder and madder until mom finally told him to just go away because she was afraid he would tear my head off, for whatever it was that I did. The older I got, the more I wanted to be like him. I have picked up many traits from him, including my love of baseball. My parents came down last summer and we all went to a ball game for the team that is here in Wichita. Nothing spectacular, the team isn't very good. He just had a blast and so did I.
What can men in my life do that I can't do: Hunting. It's not that I disagree with the principle of hunting, it's just that it took too much effort when I was younger. And by effort, I mean I had to wake up really early in the morning to go sit out in the woods, in the cold Michigan winter and sit. And wait. And wait. And wait. I was not a patient kid, or a morning person. Not exactly the most exciting thing for a kid of fourteen or fifteen. My dad has always been successful at hunting. Every year it seems that we had more venison in the freezer. I'm not mechanically inclined either. I barely know how to change a tire (but at least I'm manly enough to admit it).
Most difficult thing I have done as a man: I wouldn't consider this a difficult thing, but stressful thing and that was getting married. I don't get nervous very often, and that entire morning I was relaxed and having a good time. All the guys went snorkeling that morning while the girls had their hair and nails done. We got back from the expedition and I took a shower and shaved and got my suit on. We all walked down to the gazebo for the ceremony. Still, I was calm. Then, my wife came around the corner in her dress walking down the aisle with her dad. It was at that point that my heart started beating faster and faster. I was just mesmerized by her in the dress and how wonderfully beautiful she looked. I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach which I always related to nervousness. That's about as difficult of a situation I have ever been in.
A bit about myself: I am twenty seven (twenty eight in February) currently living in Wichita, Kansas. I work for a retail store and currently manage the meat and dairy departments. I have been married for almost three years. I love scotch and whiskey, flat beer at the ball park with a cold hot dog, and time permitting writing.
When did I become a man: The one event that sticks out in my mind is when I moved down to Kansas. I drove down from Michigan to join my then girlfriend (now wife) who had been working in Wichita for ten months. It was the BIG MOVE. Everything I owned was in a trailer my dad was pulling or in my old car. We took two days to drive and about half way down, in Illinois, it hit me. I moved out of my parents house. College was over and I didn't find a job, but Andrea did. Our agreement was to move wherever the first job was. Lo and behold, Kansas. There are days that I wish we lived closer, but that's the hand we're dealt.
What does manliness mean to me: Manliness to me means being that person people can come to for any question that they have. Being that wise sage for advice, any kind of advice. To be that person in someone's life that they can come to with difficult situations to try and create a solution. On a lighter note, one thing that every man should know how to do is keep a box score at a baseball game. Take a trip out to the park one day and sit in the cheap seats and drink some beer and keep the box score, it's a great time.
Which men (living, dead, fictional, etc.) have influenced my view of manliness: Like most men, my dad has had the biggest influence on my view of manliness. It's funny how when we are growing up no one ever wants to be like their parents, mainly because they have done some little thing to tick us off as kids and we hate them for that. I never had that feeling. Dad was caring when we were kids but he also was the disciplinarian. We still to this day laugh about a time when I did something (Mom and Dad still don't remember what it was) and went and hid under the dining room table. I would scoot away from him and he couldn't get to me. In turn, this just made him madder and madder until mom finally told him to just go away because she was afraid he would tear my head off, for whatever it was that I did. The older I got, the more I wanted to be like him. I have picked up many traits from him, including my love of baseball. My parents came down last summer and we all went to a ball game for the team that is here in Wichita. Nothing spectacular, the team isn't very good. He just had a blast and so did I.
What can men in my life do that I can't do: Hunting. It's not that I disagree with the principle of hunting, it's just that it took too much effort when I was younger. And by effort, I mean I had to wake up really early in the morning to go sit out in the woods, in the cold Michigan winter and sit. And wait. And wait. And wait. I was not a patient kid, or a morning person. Not exactly the most exciting thing for a kid of fourteen or fifteen. My dad has always been successful at hunting. Every year it seems that we had more venison in the freezer. I'm not mechanically inclined either. I barely know how to change a tire (but at least I'm manly enough to admit it).
Most difficult thing I have done as a man: I wouldn't consider this a difficult thing, but stressful thing and that was getting married. I don't get nervous very often, and that entire morning I was relaxed and having a good time. All the guys went snorkeling that morning while the girls had their hair and nails done. We got back from the expedition and I took a shower and shaved and got my suit on. We all walked down to the gazebo for the ceremony. Still, I was calm. Then, my wife came around the corner in her dress walking down the aisle with her dad. It was at that point that my heart started beating faster and faster. I was just mesmerized by her in the dress and how wonderfully beautiful she looked. I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach which I always related to nervousness. That's about as difficult of a situation I have ever been in.
26 January 2010
prep for vacation
We booked some flights home for the middle of February a couple of weeks ago and the time is flying by. It's funny how that seems to happen. You plan and plan and plan and the time before that goes by so slowly, but once tickets are purchased every twenty four hour day seems to last half the time. It is going to be a bit of a longer trip, eleven days. Plans have been made for the most part, hockey games, birthday parties, drinking, ice fishing. The ice fishing is pending, hopefully there is enough ice on the lakes to do so.
In a perfect world, I would plan out what I would bring on vacation to wear but anyone who really knows me just knows I am going to pack the day before. It's kinda my thing, procrastination. I enjoy it. I am not one for planning that far in advanced. On the other hand, how difficult is to pack for a trip you have taken before? Jeans, sweatshirts, tee shirts, socks, underwear, a couple pair of shoes. Not exactly a complex list. Normally I'll write down the number of days and nights that we will be gone which helps. Then I'll start grabbing clothes and putting them into stacks and counting and double counting to make sure I have the right number. That is my system, and I love it. It will probably never change.
In a perfect world, I would plan out what I would bring on vacation to wear but anyone who really knows me just knows I am going to pack the day before. It's kinda my thing, procrastination. I enjoy it. I am not one for planning that far in advanced. On the other hand, how difficult is to pack for a trip you have taken before? Jeans, sweatshirts, tee shirts, socks, underwear, a couple pair of shoes. Not exactly a complex list. Normally I'll write down the number of days and nights that we will be gone which helps. Then I'll start grabbing clothes and putting them into stacks and counting and double counting to make sure I have the right number. That is my system, and I love it. It will probably never change.
22 January 2010
Hockey: the tough man sport
Last week, NHL star Alex Ovechkin was jawing back and forth with Tampa Bay Lightning's Steve Downie. Downie is seen as a bit of an enforcer and can really handle himself in a fight, Ovechkin is a big guy and can probably handle himself but would get pummeled when fighting a fighter. So, after serving matching minor penalties, they both came out of the box and Ovechkin chased after Downie and they dropped the gloves. No sooner had the gloves dropped and the players sized each other up, and Downie knew he was going to just destroy this guys face, Matt Bradley came charging in and fought Downie. Most people have been supporting Bradley's move to protect Ovechkin because he is who the people come to see play. The guy is an amazing player, real top notch, no one owns Matt Bradley jerseys, no one watches intently every time Bradley touches the puck waiting for him to do something amazing. He was protecting Ovechkin. Which is fine. Enforcers are meant to do that.
But only if the other team is making a run at your star player. If they are taking cheap shots at your million dollar baby, you send out the goons to pummel each other and send a message. When your star wants to drop the gloves and try to be a tough guy, I say you let them. Once. When they get embarrassed by someone who has gotten inside their head and taken them out of their game, and they want to drop the gloves, let them. When they come back to the bench with a bleeding face and missing teeth and a hurt ego, you yell at them. If your star wants to act the part of the tough guy and gets taken into a corner and his face is caved in, you get to tell them 'Told ya so' when they get back.
Last night Rangers star Marian Gaborik got taken to the cleaners by Flyers tough guy Danny Carcillo. And he deserved it. He was going back and forth with Carcillo and in the process dropped his gloves and Carcillo smelled blood in the water. It was a four punch fight. But hey, that's what you get when you try to be a tough guy. Later on, Sean Avery sought out Carcillo and they fought. All was right with the world again. People were taking the Rangers players through the wringer because they didn't step in and protect Gaborik, but he deserved it. He wanted to fight and he got it, it is just too bad for him that he wanted to do so with an enforcer.
But only if the other team is making a run at your star player. If they are taking cheap shots at your million dollar baby, you send out the goons to pummel each other and send a message. When your star wants to drop the gloves and try to be a tough guy, I say you let them. Once. When they get embarrassed by someone who has gotten inside their head and taken them out of their game, and they want to drop the gloves, let them. When they come back to the bench with a bleeding face and missing teeth and a hurt ego, you yell at them. If your star wants to act the part of the tough guy and gets taken into a corner and his face is caved in, you get to tell them 'Told ya so' when they get back.
Last night Rangers star Marian Gaborik got taken to the cleaners by Flyers tough guy Danny Carcillo. And he deserved it. He was going back and forth with Carcillo and in the process dropped his gloves and Carcillo smelled blood in the water. It was a four punch fight. But hey, that's what you get when you try to be a tough guy. Later on, Sean Avery sought out Carcillo and they fought. All was right with the world again. People were taking the Rangers players through the wringer because they didn't step in and protect Gaborik, but he deserved it. He wanted to fight and he got it, it is just too bad for him that he wanted to do so with an enforcer.
13 January 2010
Beauty of music
At the bar last night with some co-workers, we talked a little about music. As it was piped through the speakers, most of the songs I did not know, or barely recognized. And even when I did recognize the song, I didn't always know who sang it. Many people know about my hatred for the music of today and the radio stations that play them. In fact, one of the best pieces (I believe) that I have written was about music.
We talked about my lack of current music education. I am proud of the fact that I have no idea who sings Tick Tock (the first song that came to mind that was playing last night) or who has a new album out, or what 'band' has the most VMA nominations. Granted, there are some very talented musicians out there that can write and sing and play their own instruments (Taylor Swift. Yeah, I said it.) My hatred has opened doors. It has driven me to look elsewhere and to different genres I would not have normally listened to. It has also driven me back in years to find music and bands that I have never really heard of. I just recently, and by recently I mean a couple of hours ago, downloaded Doolittle by The Pixies. And everyone who is older than me is going to think 'you are just now listening to them?'. Yes. I grew up in a smaller town that had two pop stations, a couple of oldies stations, country stations, talk radio, and the college station. I was too young to really listen to and appreciate the college station. Hell, I was too young to really get grunge music. Other than the fact that it was loud, fast, and angry, I didn't really understand.
I have also listened to a little more Clash. Something other than the London Calling album. I am convinced that after listening to that album repeatedly that the song London Calling is a bit overrated in comparison to some of their other songs. I haven't ventured much past the Clash as far as punk music goes. I tried listening to bands like the Sex Pistols and the Ramones, but their style of music just doesn't suit me. But how can that be when I claim to enjoy listening to the Clash? The Clash expanded their music past fast songs and thumping bass. Their music has substance in the lyrics and instrumental variations as they progressed through the years.
There are current bands that I enjoy, but not as many. People throw out suggestions for bands and songs to me, but when I go and listen to them, I don't feel it. It. The unknown factor when it comes to stuff like movies, books, and music. Something either has IT or it doesn't. I give these suggested bands a try, I listen to snippets of their popular songs on itunes. I know it is difficult to judge a song by the thirty seconds you get to listen to it, but you can gauge how the rest of the song will sound, generally speaking.
We talked about my lack of current music education. I am proud of the fact that I have no idea who sings Tick Tock (the first song that came to mind that was playing last night) or who has a new album out, or what 'band' has the most VMA nominations. Granted, there are some very talented musicians out there that can write and sing and play their own instruments (Taylor Swift. Yeah, I said it.) My hatred has opened doors. It has driven me to look elsewhere and to different genres I would not have normally listened to. It has also driven me back in years to find music and bands that I have never really heard of. I just recently, and by recently I mean a couple of hours ago, downloaded Doolittle by The Pixies. And everyone who is older than me is going to think 'you are just now listening to them?'. Yes. I grew up in a smaller town that had two pop stations, a couple of oldies stations, country stations, talk radio, and the college station. I was too young to really listen to and appreciate the college station. Hell, I was too young to really get grunge music. Other than the fact that it was loud, fast, and angry, I didn't really understand.
I have also listened to a little more Clash. Something other than the London Calling album. I am convinced that after listening to that album repeatedly that the song London Calling is a bit overrated in comparison to some of their other songs. I haven't ventured much past the Clash as far as punk music goes. I tried listening to bands like the Sex Pistols and the Ramones, but their style of music just doesn't suit me. But how can that be when I claim to enjoy listening to the Clash? The Clash expanded their music past fast songs and thumping bass. Their music has substance in the lyrics and instrumental variations as they progressed through the years.
There are current bands that I enjoy, but not as many. People throw out suggestions for bands and songs to me, but when I go and listen to them, I don't feel it. It. The unknown factor when it comes to stuff like movies, books, and music. Something either has IT or it doesn't. I give these suggested bands a try, I listen to snippets of their popular songs on itunes. I know it is difficult to judge a song by the thirty seconds you get to listen to it, but you can gauge how the rest of the song will sound, generally speaking.
12 January 2010
Asterisk this
The sports world is all abuzz after Mark McGwire admitted to using steroids, because no one saw that one coming. I'm pretty sure every web junkie, blog writing, sports nut has their opinion about what happened and are writing about it. This....is one of those posts.
What I believe Bud Selig and major league baseball should do is take all the home runs that he (and any admitted steroid/PED user) that they hit during their drug using years and disallow them. Think about when college programs get busted for cheating by using academically ineligible players or have kids that are getting paid by people. The NCAA takes away wins and bowl game wins and tournament wins. Banners get taken down in their arenas and stadiums. Every year that these baseball players were using, their home runs need to be erased. No questions asked. Sure there are some legit homers during those years, but you cannot be sure. And when in doubt, just cover your ass and take them all away.
McGwire is eligible for the Hall of Fame right now. There is no way he is getting in regardless of what he admitted before or after. But, you take away the home runs he hit while using steroids/PEDs, and he is not even considered for the Hall because those home runs that made him famous are gone.
What I believe Bud Selig and major league baseball should do is take all the home runs that he (and any admitted steroid/PED user) that they hit during their drug using years and disallow them. Think about when college programs get busted for cheating by using academically ineligible players or have kids that are getting paid by people. The NCAA takes away wins and bowl game wins and tournament wins. Banners get taken down in their arenas and stadiums. Every year that these baseball players were using, their home runs need to be erased. No questions asked. Sure there are some legit homers during those years, but you cannot be sure. And when in doubt, just cover your ass and take them all away.
McGwire is eligible for the Hall of Fame right now. There is no way he is getting in regardless of what he admitted before or after. But, you take away the home runs he hit while using steroids/PEDs, and he is not even considered for the Hall because those home runs that made him famous are gone.
10 January 2010
readings
I am in the process of reading a collection of short stories by David Sedaris entitled 'When You Are Engulfed in Flames'. It may be the style of writing or the fact that it had been so long since I have read short stories, but I had forgotten how much I love them.
I was having a discussion about books at work with some people the other day and we got talking about short stories. I enjoy them for a couple of reasons. It only takes twenty minutes to get through them. Long boring details don't exist. It is hard to forget what happens at the beginning of a short story. The arguments against short stories are that just as soon as you start to get into them and start to care about characters BOOM. Done. Onward to the next story that doesn't always connect with the previous one.
That is the beauty of the short story. It is the purpose of them. Cram information and emotion into such a small space that the writer uses a plunger to get it all onto the pages. There is always time to sit and mentally digest everything that was on the previous pages and with the short story you can go back and re-read the damn thing if you don't like how it ends. I also thinks that it challenges the writer to focus. Think of all the details that need to be in these short stories. Quick and descriptive. As much fun as it is to read three paragraphs about someone's hair style and the history of that hair style, isn't it better to just read two sentences about it and then move on?
The perfect example is 'The Lady or the Tiger?' When I first read this in high school, I was pissed. I got to the end of the story and had one of those moments when you just want to throw a book and scream 'WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!' The older I got and the more I read, my mind went back to that story. I love that story now because it gives the reader the option of what happens. Some days it is the lady other days the tiger.
I was having a discussion about books at work with some people the other day and we got talking about short stories. I enjoy them for a couple of reasons. It only takes twenty minutes to get through them. Long boring details don't exist. It is hard to forget what happens at the beginning of a short story. The arguments against short stories are that just as soon as you start to get into them and start to care about characters BOOM. Done. Onward to the next story that doesn't always connect with the previous one.
That is the beauty of the short story. It is the purpose of them. Cram information and emotion into such a small space that the writer uses a plunger to get it all onto the pages. There is always time to sit and mentally digest everything that was on the previous pages and with the short story you can go back and re-read the damn thing if you don't like how it ends. I also thinks that it challenges the writer to focus. Think of all the details that need to be in these short stories. Quick and descriptive. As much fun as it is to read three paragraphs about someone's hair style and the history of that hair style, isn't it better to just read two sentences about it and then move on?
The perfect example is 'The Lady or the Tiger?' When I first read this in high school, I was pissed. I got to the end of the story and had one of those moments when you just want to throw a book and scream 'WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!' The older I got and the more I read, my mind went back to that story. I love that story now because it gives the reader the option of what happens. Some days it is the lady other days the tiger.
06 January 2010
Quantity or quality
Case number one of the year: a two four of PBR. Now, as I was searching for my first case of beer of the year I had to consider quantity or quality. My fall back beer has always been Labatt Blue. Crisp and tasty. A full head and neck above any other beer I have ever tried, outside of Guinness. The problem is that the whenever it is that I find some Blue is that it is a twelve pack (cans or bottles, both are prevalent here in Wichita), and no two fours. If this case of beer is going to last me throughout the entire month, it won't be twelve beers. Twenty four beers can get me through the month, twelve cannot.
I am going to enjoy this challenge I have set out for myself.
I am going to enjoy this challenge I have set out for myself.
05 January 2010
happy dream
I had a dream last night about ice fishing. I'm pretty sure I have written about how much I love and hate ice fishing. It is fun to get in the ice shanty and be isolated from the world for a few hours with nothing but your thoughts, some beer, and a line in the water. The frustrating part is being able to see the goddamn fish swimming around just looking at the bait and not biting. Even if you are unsuccessful in your trip onto the ice, you can take a lot away from it. I always felt rejuvenated at the end of the day. Is it a pain to wake up early and bundle up? Yes. Is it a pain in the ass to get the ice auger out and hope that fish are under the ice? Yes. Is it cold as balls? Yes. Is it worth all the hassle, the loss of feeling in your fingers, and the time it takes to fish? Most defiantly. And I wouldn't trade any day on the ice for nothing.
This dream I had made me happy all day. When I woke up this morning I wanted nothing more than to go home and spend some time on the ice. We are trying to get home in February before all the snow and ice melt. The only problem right now is the prices are through the roof.
This dream I had made me happy all day. When I woke up this morning I wanted nothing more than to go home and spend some time on the ice. We are trying to get home in February before all the snow and ice melt. The only problem right now is the prices are through the roof.
03 January 2010
Snow again!
It has snowed again here in Wichita. I love the look of the outside after a night of snow. Especially before the city wakes up and drives all over and turns that lovely snow covered road into a gray slush. In the past four weeks it has snowed here three different times. One would think that with it being the end of December and beginning of January, the snow would start to compound. It hasn't. The timing in between snows has been long enough for it to melt. It gets cold enough to snow but then warms up to melt everything. It is frustrating for those of us who want to see the snow pile up. To be able to go out and make snow angels and little snowmen. It reminds people that they were once children, and all it takes is going outside and having a little fun. Just don't try to make a Zales commercial out of it.
We did get our wish this year, a white Christmas. Two years ago there was close to five inches of snow on the ground which was great. I loved it, it reminded me of being home. Last year it was a green/brown Christmas, which sucked. It takes all the fun and magic out of Christmas morning. This year, it was another white Christmas. There wasn't much on the ground, you could still see the grass in some areas, but for the most part the snow covered the ground.
We did get our wish this year, a white Christmas. Two years ago there was close to five inches of snow on the ground which was great. I loved it, it reminded me of being home. Last year it was a green/brown Christmas, which sucked. It takes all the fun and magic out of Christmas morning. This year, it was another white Christmas. There wasn't much on the ground, you could still see the grass in some areas, but for the most part the snow covered the ground.
02 January 2010
Resolutions
I don't quite understand why there is a focus on making resolutions at the beginning of the year. Sure it is a benchmark that can easily be tracked, but you don't need a year to go by just to try to better yourself or quit something. I have never really been one for making resolutions at the beginning of the new year, but have never deterred anyone from doing so. Most resolutions lose their steam three or four months into the year regardless.
Who the hell wants to go to the gym anyways? And the best way to deal with stress for some people is to go out and have a smoke every once in a while. Who wants to deal with someone who is trying to kick a habit like smoking? They are just cranky and looking for something new to get addicted to. Hello, crack! Okay, bit of a stretch there but still.
As I re-read my post from a few weeks ago about cutting down on the amount of beer I am going to buy, I thought that this could be construed as a resolution. I suppose it could be, but I don't want to look at it as such. I want to think about it and look at it as an experiment in financial responsibility.
Who the hell wants to go to the gym anyways? And the best way to deal with stress for some people is to go out and have a smoke every once in a while. Who wants to deal with someone who is trying to kick a habit like smoking? They are just cranky and looking for something new to get addicted to. Hello, crack! Okay, bit of a stretch there but still.
As I re-read my post from a few weeks ago about cutting down on the amount of beer I am going to buy, I thought that this could be construed as a resolution. I suppose it could be, but I don't want to look at it as such. I want to think about it and look at it as an experiment in financial responsibility.
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