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Let it all Huang out!

One of my favorite people FINALLY got some real press. For those of you who may be confused, this is in fact the alter-ego of Philip Huang Chao-ming 黃兆明, who is the fourth and current Roman Catholic bishop of Hualien. He commutes to the Bay Area on his frequent weeks off to raise awareness about the evils of MMA, gay porn, and the lunar homosexuality crisis.

You gotta love a Roman Catholic Bishop whose genuine article includes the words "click to enlarge."

The Provocateur

Philip Huang foists art on an unsuspecting public.

One of Philip Huang's forthcoming projects — and he has a slew of them — will involve a guerilla theater performance outside the 24 Hour Fitness in downtown Berkeley. He'll call it "Witness the Fitness." "It's like, 'What the fuck are those people looking at, on the treadmill?'" asked Huang, who was never one to shy away from a bemused audience. He's taken the public art concept to all sorts of unlikely places, including a bathroom stall at the Coppola vineyard, several gay marriage protests, and a construction site two blocks away from Ground Zero. When it comes to art, Huang confesses to being a bit of a free-market libertarian. He doesn't believe in grant applications or waiting around for someone else to curate your work. He's skeptical of third-party mediators. He also sees nothing wrong with foisting product on an unsuspecting public.

So you might call Philip Huang a living, breathing, walking piece of performance art. Last Tuesday he went to UC Berkeley — his alma mater — dressed in clothes he'd slept in the night before: a faux camel's hair coat from Banana Republic, Converse sneakers with flames, dark-blue long johns, and an orange scarf with tassels. Were it not for the get-up, Huang might have passed for a Cal student. He's 34 years old but looks younger, with his preppy bowl haircut and horn-rimmed glasses. A few months ago he left two part-time jobs — one as an HIV test counselor, the other slinging gelato. Now he writes and performs full time, often staying up until 5 a.m. to work on fiction. (He used to contribute book reviews to the Express.) Born in Taiwan, he grew up in Asia and later immigrated to Phoenix, then to a working-class neighborhood of Los Angeles. He's gay and proud of it, fascinated by all things camp, and into being outré. For Huang, the line between "art" and public disturbance is perilously thin.

"That's part of my thesis," said Huang. "Most art sucks, and most artists with careers shouldn't have careers."

Huang has performed in myriad venues throughout the Bay Area, including Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, TheGarage, CounterPulse, and Oakland Asian Cultural Center — where he premiered Semen and White Lace: A One Woman Show, last year. For the most part, Huang prefers to stage things in his own living room, where he maintains total creative control and collects all the proceeds. Last year Huang held two shows in his south Berkeley apartment building, redubbed "the Dana Street Theater." He said he collected roughly $300 a night. This year, he's organizing a Bay Area-wide home theater festival, which will include local choreographer Keith Hennessy, writer Kirk Read, and porn star Annie Sprinkle. "Artists have always made shows in their own houses," said Huang. "But I want to take it to the next level. Let's legitimize it. Let's call it 'theater.' Let's charge money for it, and let's make a festival out of it. My message to artists is 'You don't need an institution to have a career.'"

At this point, Huang seldom uses the imprimatur of a big company. He's the consummate free agent, and it goes beyond having a home theater. Huang subscribes to the philosophy that anything can be a performance, so long as you have the means to document it. Thus, he always leaves the house armed with a small Flip cam and digital recorder. He has a special talent for digesting life and creating spectacle.

His YouTube videos are a mirror reflection of that sensibility. In "Roe Vs. Wade Vs. Philip" he infiltrates a "Walk for Life" rally. "Let's hear it for 'pro life!'" Huang screams when the camera starts rolling. "Abortions suck. Screw abortions!" After six minutes he gets ejected by one of the organizers. In "Ave Maria" he sings an aria while sauntering down Santa Monica Boulevard. In "Philip Vs. Prop Church" — which was inspired by an Express story about Oakland Bishop Salvatore Cordileone — he stands across the street from the Cathedral of Christ the Light at Lake Merritt and asks passerby if it looks like a giant vagina. In "Mariah Audition Tapes for Precious" he arranges a towel on his head to look like a big mop of hair, and recites Mariah Carey's lines from the film. A minute and a half in duration, the video comprises several close-up shots of Huang, pretending to be a glamour queen, pretending to be a social worker. "Can we talk about the abuse in your household?" he croons. Huang's best video to date is "The Lunar Homosexual Agenda," in which he hijacks a Westboro Church anti-gay demonstration, carrying a sign that says "No Fags on the Moon."

We've seen this type of protest art before, with the Yes Men, Reverend Billy, and even graphic designer Shepard Fairey — all of whom are famous for inverting hierarchical forms. And Huang sees himself as part of the same postmodern lineage. He cites the British graffiti artist Banksy as his main idol. To a certain degree, he's glommed onto the culture jamming phenomenon. But Huang is also a different species of provocateur. His motivations for doing things independently seem personal rather than ideological. He likes having complete control over his work, using theatrical shock tactics, and, above all, getting under people's skin. It wasn't satisfying enough to just get a few Lake Merritt joggers to agree that Christ the Light looked like a vagina. He had to ask if they'd finger it. For his last video, "Drunk White Girls Vs. Drunk Asian Girls," Huang went around Telegraph Avenue asking people which group is more irritating.

Last Tuesday's UC Berkeley excursion provided infinite opportunities for more video shoots. Huang had his camera and recorder in tow. He passed through Sather Gate Plaza and gazed into the window of a men's wrestling club. "That's super hot," he said pointing at the big window, as a pair of half-naked men pretzeled each other on the other side. "It's like when you're in a hotel room and you get the 24-hour porn option. You never know what you're gonna find."

Sproul Plaza was fertile terrain. Huang had hoped to find some Tea Party protestors at the lip of Telegraph and Bancroft avenues, but instead he found a more sedate group of sign-holders, promoting a blood drive. Members of the UC Berkeley Men's Octet were posted at Sather Gate, singing and passing out flyers. A gentleman in an American flag T-shirt held court outside Dwinelle Hall, lecturing about Communism. Huang waded through crowds of students advertising Haiti fund-raisers, Magic School Bus performances, and activist groups. None of them seemed quite worthy of provocation. The singers and blood donors were benign. The American flag guy was too crazy. He passed a "diversity wall" with black-and-white photographs, showing slices of the UC Berkeley population. "I always tell people this is a memorial for the students who died during terrorist attacks," he said.

It seemed like Huang wouldn't be able to leave his mark anywhere that day. Then a girl accosted him in Sproul Plaza. She complimented the orange scarf. She asked if he would pose for some type of student-club promotional photo. Huang conceded. The girl set him up next to a handsome young man and has them both hold signs. Huang lay down on the ground and wrapped himself around the other guy's legs. The guy rolled his eyes and laughed uncomfortably. Onlookers snickered. The girl snapped her picture.

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Philip Huang Shamelessly Pimps Himself

After that East Bay Express article, "I feel like I've become a woman."



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   | posted by Brandon @ 3/18/2010 12:23:00 PM

 

 

Another page from the Whence Brandon file...

An era has passed.

from: http://artsblog.dallasnews.com/archives/2009/10/paul-baker-has-died-at-age-98.html

Paul Baker has died at age 98

10:05 AM Mon, Oct 26, 2009 |
Lawson Taitte

Paul Baker.JPGPaul Baker, founding artistic director of the Dallas Theater Center, died from complications of pneumonia Sunday in a hospital near his Central Texas ranch. He was 98.

Baker gained national fame for his innovative program at Baylor University in the 1950s, and Dallas leaders asked him to organize the new regional theater they were building. His unique approach fostered multi-faceted theater artistry and new work, and he led the Theater Center until its board replaced him with Adrian Hall in the early 1980s.

Baker also laid the groundwork for the Booker T. Washington School for the Performing and Visual Arts and wrote extensively on his ideas about creativity. His daughter Robyn Flatt, once a company member at the Theater Center, went on to found the Dallas Children's Theater, now the city's second-largest regional theater. Many of Baker's students and company members have led other Dallas arts organizations and have gone on to national careers.

A local memorial will be held in early December at the Children's Theater's Rosewood Center for Family Arts. Donations to the Children's Theater or other charity are requested in lieu of flowers.




from: http://www.dallastheatercenter.org/Page.aspx?WP_I314

THEATER CENTER HISTORY

Dallas Theater Center's birth did not take place in a theater-poor city. The greatest actors and actresses of the times had toured through Dallas as soon as there were railroads to bring them. There were "opera" houses, then real theaters with orchestra pits and production facilities for vaudeville which, when vaudeville was replaced by motion pictures, were available to resident or touring theater companies. It is probably impossible to list accurately the number of theater groups and organizations of all degrees of professionalism, which have lived—and died—in this city. It is certainly impossible to over-estimate their value to the life of Dallas, Texas.

The Dallas Little Theater, founded in 1920, rode the crest of the vogue for community theater, built its own facility, and before its final curtain in 1943, twice captured the nation's major annual award for the Best Little Theater in the United States. Margo Jones arrived in 1946 to open her innovative theater-in-the-round and it was in full bloom in 1954.

That was the year Beatrice Handel moved to Dallas from Cleveland, determined to organize a civically supported theater oriented to presenting fine drama and teaching people how to do it. Margo Jones chose to concentrate solely on production; no other active Dallas theater group would buy Mrs. Handel's concept.

But John Rosenfield did. He was the powerful amusements editor for The Dallas Morning News and he was just as interested in making art happen in his native city as he was in covering it. He called a meeting of ten people on Mrs. Handel's porch on August 19, 1954. Less than a week later a second meeting took place. The Dallas Theater Center, as it later became known, was conceived.

That its gestation took five years became only a footnote in history. Its importance lies in the fact that after the long and tortuous years of securing the land, negotiating and working with the architect and actually getting the building built, support for the theater was even stronger than it had been in the beginning. Timing was its blessing. The business and personal leadership for this theater was at hand, ready to be called. Robert Stecker demonstrated that leadership shortly after he was elected president of the board. Retired from his executive position with Sanger Brothers (the great department store and another Dallas pillar), he came to devote all his time to the Dallas Theater Center. Variations of this same kind of passion have illuminated every Theater Center board since.

The services of the architect, Frank Lloyd Wright, were not difficult to procure. If Dallas had the money, he said, he would design the theater. He was delighted with the site and for him the project would mean the triumphant realization of a plan he had first conceived in 1915, but for which two cities had not had produced in funding.

The building, which came to be known as the Kalita Humphreys Theater, was a tour de force for Wright and a coup for the city. It was well worth the money and the effort. The stunning building, set in among the trees on a steep slope above Turtle Creek, was full of elegant spaces and filled with intricate Wrightian detail. Wright said proudly that there was not a right angle in it. It brought renown to the city and satisfaction to the populace. It was not a particularly efficient building for theater production.

Finding a new director was, surprisingly, the easiest part. The presumption was that this name, too, would be a celebrated import. But theater experts in the East, who the search committee members consulted, sent them home saying the best bet was in their own backyard.

Beatrice Handel's idea had been to create a civically-supported theater, to present fine performances and to train people to do it. As head of the drama department at Baylor University in Waco, Texas, Paul Baker was building a growing reputation doing almost exactly that.

Paul Baker was brilliant, stubborn and an educator to the core. The principle of an educational/professional theater in which everyone did everything was his article of faith and he never abandoned it. It served the theater well for many years. Baker never favored union affiliation, feeling it would threaten this kind of freedom. But new winds blowing through regional theaters everywhere in the 1980s compelled some accommodation. He signed, without enthusiasm, a League of Regional Theaters contract which allowed guest appearances by Equity actors although it would put limits on backstage activities. Another unwelcome development nationwide was the new collegial status between artistic and managing directors, dividing the business and artistic pursuits of the theater which, in the Baker concept, remained as a single element. Paul Baker left the Dallas Theater Center in the spring of 1982.

Longtime DTC company member Mary Sue Jones served as interim artistic director during the year-long search for Baker’s replacement. An actress and director, Jones was a colleague of Paul Baker’s at Baylor, migrating with him to DTC. She became his associate artistic director in 1980, and co-artistic director in 1981. When a new artistic director was identified in 1983, Mary Sue left DTC. She was the only female artistic director in the theater’s history.

The catholicity of programming, a hallmark of the Baker era, would be continued by his successors. Dallas audiences may well have seen, over the past 50 years, as broad a range of new and old, conventional and innovative theater in uninterrupted seasons by one organization as any city—certainly any of comparable size—in the country.

Baker’s successors have built on what he achieved but moved in a direction that reflected the newcomer from the outside. Adrian Hall, the first, was hardly that—he was a native of Van, Texas, and had worked at the Alley Theatre in Houston and with Margo Jones. But his national reputation rested principally on his work with the Trinity Square Repertory Theatre, which he had founded in Providence, Rhode Island, 21 years before—a position he retained when he came to Dallas.

With his managing director, Peter Donnelly, fresh from the Seattle Repertory Theater, Hall first addressed the most pressing physical needs of the theater: a renovation of the original Wright building to improve the backstage area, the basement floor facilities and the traffic flow; to find or build a second playing house with wide open space to accommodate innovative productions; to develop broader audiences and to keep more actors working with simultaneous or overlapping play runs.

The Arts District Theater, designed by Hall’s associate, the distinguished stage designer Eugene Lee, opened in 1984 and turned out to be an engaging metal barn which adapts to virtually any staging a director may devise. It was the most flexible performance facility in the country at the time. The space was closed in the spring of 2005.

The idea of a permanent company was another major priority and Hall assembled DTC’s company by bringing some people from Trinity Repertory, using some local actors and importing others. He opened with a brilliant production of Brecht’s Galileo in the Kalita Humphreys Theater and, as soon as he could, staged his own adaptation of the Robert Penn Warren novel All The King’s Men, which inaugurated most of the facilities the new Arts District house could provide.

By the time Hall left in 1989, he had established a new philosophy of professionalism and a stable company. He had produced a strong range of highly accomplished seasons. He also promoted a bright, ambitious and able young director to be his artistic associate. Ken Bryant was the unanimous choice of the board to be the Center's fourth artistic director.

Bryant was electric. He had a solid relationship with the acting company. He had a warm way with people and sensed the importance of making himself a presence in the Dallas community. Ken was always interested in learning and was already very good at what he did. A tragic mishap ended his life less than a year after he took the job.

Everyone soldiered ahead, led by managing director Jeff West and interim artistic consultant Gregory Poggi, but the situation required a season of guest directors. The Hall company dispersed and the previous sense of union and continuity began to unravel.

When Richard Hamburger, not much older than Bryant and with a solid set of directing credits from all over the country, was named artistic director in 1992, he faced some of the same problems Hall had met, as well as a few new ones. Hamburger had served for five years as artistic director of the Portland Stage Company in Maine but he knew he would need time to lay out his seasons and assemble a profile of the Theater to match the times. He also knew what he wanted when he came to Dallas–-to work in a big, multicultural city where unselfconscious inclusion of the talents of diverse people would be a given in a theater where both writers and actors could be developed.

Joined by managing director Robert Yesselman, Hamburger soon introduced Dallas audiences to a broad range of new works such as Santos & Santos and Angels in America, and launched the very successful Big D Festival of the Unexpected. This informal and exciting assemblage of new (sometimes very new) works––presented not only on stage but in every corner of the Kalita Humphreys Theater––gave local writers, actors and performers an arena to present their work. One of Hamburger's greatest audience successes at the Theater Center was his innovative production of South Pacific. This conclusion to the 1998-1999 season broke all previous box office records and was enthusiastically received by Dallas citizens and critics alike.

Richard Hamburger renewed the Theater Center's commitment to reinterpreting the classics for modern audiences, and to discovering and developing thought-provoking new plays. Edith H. Love joined the Dallas Theater Center as managing director in 1997. She had long been recognized as one of the best theater managers in the country. Ms. Love and Mr. Hamburger worked together closely to ensure the continued financial and artistic success of the Dallas Theater Center, until her departure in 2002. In 2003, Mark Hadley, former General Manager of DTC, was appointed Managing Director.

During Hamburger's tenure as the Theater Center's fifth artistic leader the company saw some of its most provocative and important productions to date. Throughout this period many distinct and compelling programs were introduced such as The Big D Festival of the Unexpected and the new works series FRESH INK/Forward Motion. Notable in the list of his artistic achievements was the creation of the DTC Internship Program, a nationally recognized forum for training young theater artists. Under Hamburger’s leadership, DTC’s educational outreach flagship program Project Discovery celebrated its 20th consecutive season in 2006-2007. More than 200,000 middle and high school students from across North Texas have attended mainstage productions at Dallas Theater Center through this outstanding program. In 2007 after 15 years, Richard Hamburger left DTC and was named artistic director emeritus.

In September 2007, Kevin Moriarty became DTC’s sixth artistic director, and he will lead Dallas Theater Center into its bright future in the Rem Koolhaus-designed Dee and Charles Wyly Theatre in the new Dallas Center for the Performing Arts, set to open in 2009. Moriarty brought with him an extensive resume of artistic achievement at such prestigious institutions as the Tony Award-winning Trinity Repertory Company in Providence Rhode Island, where he was an Associate Director; Brown University, where he was the founding head of the MFA Directing Program; and the Hangar Theatre in Ithaca, New York, where he was the Artistic Director for seven years. His artistic excellence, his commitment to education, his strong vision for the future of Dallas Theater Center, and his enthusiasm for building community connections make Kevin Moriarty the ideal person to lead DTC for many years.

The Dallas Theater Center, with its roots deeply implanted in the community, continues to grow in stature as one of the most exciting regional theaters in the country today. The Theater Center remains fully responsive to the time and place in which we live; to the issues that shape our lives and thoughts; and to the rhythms, images and contradictions of contemporary American life.

For assistance in the production and research of Our Story, Dallas Theater Center would like to thank Patsy Swank, Preston Lane and Richard Franco.

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   | posted by Brandon @ 10/26/2009 09:32:00 AM

 

 

Appreciating what is lovely and good
indirectly, by way of images ...
(some images fictionalized to show something true)

Lisa

Paula Craig

And a most excellent gentleman

Grateful, thankful, thoughtful...

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   | posted by Brandon @ 6/19/2009 04:48:00 PM

 

 




Big D in June

I write, we train at North Texas Aikido, I write, we hang with family, I write, I walk the dog, I sleep...I write,

I walk with Francisco every evening, jo (staff) in hand to clear the spider webs everywhere, and became rather irritated by the quantity of mosquitoes showing an interest again in my person. Sensing the need, as instructed, for more yondan demonstrating, I decided to act. You try not to use your powers for the dark side but sometimes you just gotta demonstrate your rank and put somebody in their place kill a pest. Ah, power, it feels good to have to use tweezers to dig somebody's nose out of your aiki-stick.















Where was I?

Oh, yeah, I write. I wax ironically metaphorical. I write,...

We went to a Brave Combo concert at the Dallas Arboretum...
As usual, it ROCKED! PolkandRoll! I thrashed, we cumbia'd, waltzed, polka'd again and again with fans of all ages. Ya gotta love that band.
Carl Finch gave me permission to record and share these. Please reward this kind of generosity with attendance and CD purchases and the like. Tell them it matters.

powered by ODEO
The first set was my mike and distorted a bit.

powered by ODEO
The second was off the board and distorted more. I'll do better at Ashkenaz in Berkeley in August.

I write and go to free Tai Chi at the DMA, I write, we hang with friends, I write, ...

Chris and Tatiana Wicke came to the Lion's Club Fish Fry Fundraiser (say that 5 times fast - ok, now in Swahili). We played Frisbee with abandon (one of my other acquaintances from my time in the asylum), and went home to play Apples to Apples, a most excellent and highly recommended game. I've missed Chris since we were roommates. Now I'll miss Tatiana too. Dang it.

Lisa has begun taking dictation to help me out when only talking it through helps. You gotta know that takes serious patience and no little humor.



powered by ODEO

Even so I can't seem to get this dissertation to any place near where it needs to be.
I write, I struggle to not be too depressed, I write, I fear failure, I write, ..

The rain is pouring down again and I should turn on some lights. I can't see, you see. It's dark.

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   | posted by Brandon @ 6/26/2007 11:37:00 AM

 

 

[13:16] iwantacomputer: how's you?
[13:16] bdwilliamscraig:
The Beginning: hic et ubique (here and everywhere)
The Middle: dread fardels
The End: the undiscovered country
[13:16] bdwilliamscraig: Obsessed with Hamlet, again, for the moment.
[13:16] iwantacomputer: ah

[13:16] bdwilliamscraig: You?
[13:16] iwantacomputer: not so obsessed.
[13:17] iwantacomputer: busy as all get out, but good.

[13:17] iwantacomputer: and what's a dread fardel anyway?
[13:19] bdwilliamscraig:
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels (literal burdens, more or less) bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?
[13:20] iwantacomputer: that Bill. He shure kood rite.
[13:21] bdwilliamscraig: Sayest thou so? Aye verily, and forsooth.
[13:22] bdwilliamscraig: Or (A merkin translation), Fuck Yeah!
[13:22] iwantacomputer: ah, those wacky Merkins
[13:23] bdwilliamscraig: Gets pretty hairy.

[13:23] bdwilliamscraig: How's married life treatin' ya?
[13:28] iwantacomputer: pretty darned good. Way too much going on these days, but overall, quite nice, thank you... And yourself? Where are you these days?

[13:30] bdwilliamscraig:
Short Answer: Fine (in the musical sense). Longer answer: struggling with living in a psyche and cosmos framed in terms of overwhelm and opacity.
[13:33] iwantacomputer: hrm... sometimes your phrasing is hard to parse, but I get the intent. Good to know that you are struggling. It's much better than the alternative.
[13:34] bdwilliamscraig: I wonder.
[13:34] iwantacomputer: better than not struggling? there's a vivacity in the struggle that seems important to me
[13:36] bdwilliamscraig: I guess, at the moment,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
[13:37] bdwilliamscraig: it not so much "the dread of something after death", rather, the fairly certain conviction of there being no court of appeal, alternative, to ceasing, having to face (lying down if not face up) immense projects like dissertations and responding to global ecological meltdown, losing home, creating rehearsing and delivering my 4th dan demonstration, driving around for months with no certain income, needing to develop a next professional step that will result in our entire family income for the next year or two, recovering our domain names (abcglobal.net, processarts.org, etc.) lost to the Registerfly fraud, etc....
[13:43] bdwilliamscraig: I find myself wishing for a ghost to return and swear me unto vengeance, or pinochle, or a hermit's life, or something else straighforward.

[13:43] iwantacomputer: I didn't hear about the Registry Fraud thing, that sucks. Money / income worries are always troublesome. That would make things easier, it's true.

[13:45] bdwilliamscraig: Ah, well. I'll probably copy this into a blog entry, ifn you don't mind.
[13:45] iwantacomputer: I don't.
[13:45] bdwilliamscraig: Sorry to be so freakin heavy.
[13:45] iwantacomputer: blogaway! or should I say Blogs Away!!!!
[13:46] bdwilliamscraig: Heave to 'er lee, prepare to cast the grapplers and fire the main blogs!!! AAAarrhhhrrrr!!!
[13:48] iwantacomputer: It's understandable, and I can't give you the time, here at work. My brain must needs be focused elsewhere.
[13:48] bdwilliamscraig: Focus 'em, if you got 'em! Some other time. perhaps.
[13:49] iwantacomputer: yes, I'll be busy at work for the next couple months, but pop up on the chat window now and then.

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   | posted by Brandon @ 4/09/2007 01:49:00 PM

 

 

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