Lines out into the street at all the gas stations yesterday afternoon and evening.
REALLY?
Because…. Everyone’s gonna be doing a lot of driving over the next couple of days as we get 12-20 inches of snow? Seems counter-intuitive…
Both of my cars have full tanks.
But they both NEEDED filling up.
Honest.
Co-worker told me his wife had to drive to ½ dozen different places yesterday before she could find ice melt. And when she DID find some, she bought every bag in the store.
He tells tall tales, but claims that his wife was approached by other shoppers, offering HER money for the salt in her cart, that she hadn’t even paid for yet.
On the count of three, everyone panic. Ready????
1….. 2……3……FREAK OUT!!!!
Yeah, this storm’s gonna be a monster, but not sure what a bag of salt’s gonna do to combat that.
random thought: Seems lots of people made sure to stock up on booze and junk food for the impending blizzard and forced stay-at-home time. I've ridden through hurricanes, people. Drunk's really not the way to approach crisis. Just sayin'.
At least they won't be on the road...
I’m working from home today. Because I don’t want to wait for the storm to arrive before being told I can leave early. Compound with fact that all the decision makers, and aprox. ½ my coworkers are all at our big market event in Florida.
Where they will remain, as they were likely scheduled to fly home either tonite or sometime tomorrow.
Hopefully, there will still be hotel rooms for them, if they are, indeed, stranded.
Headed out to Target last night, it was as busy as I remember it being just before Christmas. With all the hoopla, I was surprised to still see plenty of milk and other staples, like chocolate chips, available.
Decided to get Fiona a sled, so was checking out the sporting good aisles. Hmm…. Pool toys, beach paraphernalia, scooters, skateboards….. Excuse me, where are your sleds?
Seems they pulled all the winter stuff off the shelves just a couple of days ago, to make room for beach umbrellas and kiddie pools.
HA-ha (In best Nelson from the Simpsons voice)! Good planning! Don’t you folks watch TV?
The drug store around the corner’s a little slower on the trigger, and had plenty of sleds.
Fiona climbs into bed with us at 5:45 this morning.
“Let’s go sledding!!!!!”
It’s still nighttime, darlin’.
“Oh! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ”
Nice.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
A not so near miss
Monday night.
Got home from errands, and light snow was juuuuuuuuust starting to fall as I unloaded the car.
Five minutes later, I’m walking out the front door, leash in hand, dog on other end.
And…it was icing.
Not the yummy kind, but the kind that usually flies sideways in a strong wind, and makes pretty little tinkly noises as it smacks against the ground, houses, my coat…. It’s pelts my face in silence, however.
I’m not diggin’ it.
But it’s supposed to be a dead on blizzard by walk time tomorrow night, so can’t shirk now.
We do the loop, and are back at our 4 way stop. I begin to cross and… the car headed toward us brakes, and everything works out like it’s supposed to, EXCEPT…. The car does not stop. 10 minutes of icing has made the road slippery.
The car slid past the stop sign and I…. was not in front of it, knowing that it was likely slippery, I hung back.
I’m learning….
Got home from errands, and light snow was juuuuuuuuust starting to fall as I unloaded the car.
Five minutes later, I’m walking out the front door, leash in hand, dog on other end.
And…it was icing.
Not the yummy kind, but the kind that usually flies sideways in a strong wind, and makes pretty little tinkly noises as it smacks against the ground, houses, my coat…. It’s pelts my face in silence, however.
I’m not diggin’ it.
But it’s supposed to be a dead on blizzard by walk time tomorrow night, so can’t shirk now.
We do the loop, and are back at our 4 way stop. I begin to cross and… the car headed toward us brakes, and everything works out like it’s supposed to, EXCEPT…. The car does not stop. 10 minutes of icing has made the road slippery.
The car slid past the stop sign and I…. was not in front of it, knowing that it was likely slippery, I hung back.
I’m learning….
Monday, January 17, 2011
Another near miss…
Saturday night.
The man and his dog had completed their loop, and were a few yards away from their house, when it happened.
Once again, he was well into the cross walk, when someone nearly ran him over.
The man was greatly displeased by this, and voiced his displeasure loudly, and crudely.
This, it turns out, might have just saved his life.
The driver of the offending vehicle had her window down, and heard him yell, which caused her to stop.
She had apparently not seen the man and the dog.
She looked slightly ill, at the realization that she had almost struck the man, as she spoke.
“I don’t know what the f*ck I WAS doing.” she said, answering the EXACT question the man had loudly posed.
“I’m so sorry!”
The man could not help himself, and broke into a big smile. He waved to her, as she patiently waited for he and the dog to finish crossing the street.
The man and his dog had completed their loop, and were a few yards away from their house, when it happened.
Once again, he was well into the cross walk, when someone nearly ran him over.
The man was greatly displeased by this, and voiced his displeasure loudly, and crudely.
This, it turns out, might have just saved his life.
The driver of the offending vehicle had her window down, and heard him yell, which caused her to stop.
She had apparently not seen the man and the dog.
She looked slightly ill, at the realization that she had almost struck the man, as she spoke.
“I don’t know what the f*ck I WAS doing.” she said, answering the EXACT question the man had loudly posed.
“I’m so sorry!”
The man could not help himself, and broke into a big smile. He waved to her, as she patiently waited for he and the dog to finish crossing the street.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Imagination and Tim Burton movies….
Sunday night.
He was walking down his driveway with an armful of boxes, a bag of recyclables, and a big dog on a leash.
His goal – put all the boxes and recyclables on the curb; and then proceed to take the dog for her evening walk.
“Hope the dog doesn’t take off on me.” He thought briefly, as he crouched by the side of his busy street, placing the bags and boxes on the curb. And, as it tends to do, his imagination ran with the notion.
He clearly saw in his mind eye his dog seeing a rabbit, taking off, and yanking him over, facedown into the street, as a white van approached…
This did not happen of course.
Nothing did.
Done with the unloading, they proceeded together up the street in companionable silence, until they reached the corner.
Looking both ways, they entered the cross walk at the four way stop, and crossed the street.
They were over halfway across when a large white van, barely slowing down at the stop sign, bore down upon them. Seeing this, he quickly jumped back, pulling the dog with him, and started cursing mightily at the van, which by this time had already hit its brakes, and was speeding back up, never actually stopping for the pedestrians who had the right of way.
“Jesus, that was close!” he muttered, wishing he had a cell phone with him so he could call the police with the van’s description and license plate number.
Shaken, he and his canine companion continued across the intersection, and on with their walk.
Moments later, images from Beetle Juice popped into his head. The movie started with Geena Davis and Alec Baldwin narrowly missing a big accident, only to find out that they not only did NOT miss it, but they were actually dead.
He noticed how quiet it was outside, and how there wasn’t anyone else to be seen. He thought about the movie some more, and laughed to himself, amused by his own imagination. And they walked on.
And on, and on, and there was still no one else to be seen. Down two blocks, left just past the elementary school, through the empty playing fields by the train tracks, and back toward home. And he thought again about the movie…
As he approached the four way stop again, a garage door opened, and the home’s owner walked out. He was a nice guy, wife, two kids, spent lots of time in the summer shaping his hedges until they were perfect.
The man and his dog had stopped numerous times in the past to exchange pleasantries with him, whilst he trimmed. The man remembered a particularly pleasant exchange from the end of last summer, where he was encouraged to smell the greenness of the freshly trimmed hedge. It had smelled wonderful.
“Happy new year!” the home’s owner said cheerfully to the man, as he walked to his van, parked at the curb.
“Oh, whew!” The man thought, smiling to himself.
“Happy new year to you, too!”
The walk concluded without incident, and he was delighted to hear his wife giving their daughter a bath, when he walked into the house from the cold, quiet night.
“How was the walk?” She called from the bathroom, as he took off his coat and scarf
“It was ok.”
He was walking down his driveway with an armful of boxes, a bag of recyclables, and a big dog on a leash.
His goal – put all the boxes and recyclables on the curb; and then proceed to take the dog for her evening walk.
“Hope the dog doesn’t take off on me.” He thought briefly, as he crouched by the side of his busy street, placing the bags and boxes on the curb. And, as it tends to do, his imagination ran with the notion.
He clearly saw in his mind eye his dog seeing a rabbit, taking off, and yanking him over, facedown into the street, as a white van approached…
This did not happen of course.
Nothing did.
Done with the unloading, they proceeded together up the street in companionable silence, until they reached the corner.
Looking both ways, they entered the cross walk at the four way stop, and crossed the street.
They were over halfway across when a large white van, barely slowing down at the stop sign, bore down upon them. Seeing this, he quickly jumped back, pulling the dog with him, and started cursing mightily at the van, which by this time had already hit its brakes, and was speeding back up, never actually stopping for the pedestrians who had the right of way.
“Jesus, that was close!” he muttered, wishing he had a cell phone with him so he could call the police with the van’s description and license plate number.
Shaken, he and his canine companion continued across the intersection, and on with their walk.
Moments later, images from Beetle Juice popped into his head. The movie started with Geena Davis and Alec Baldwin narrowly missing a big accident, only to find out that they not only did NOT miss it, but they were actually dead.
He noticed how quiet it was outside, and how there wasn’t anyone else to be seen. He thought about the movie some more, and laughed to himself, amused by his own imagination. And they walked on.
And on, and on, and there was still no one else to be seen. Down two blocks, left just past the elementary school, through the empty playing fields by the train tracks, and back toward home. And he thought again about the movie…
As he approached the four way stop again, a garage door opened, and the home’s owner walked out. He was a nice guy, wife, two kids, spent lots of time in the summer shaping his hedges until they were perfect.
The man and his dog had stopped numerous times in the past to exchange pleasantries with him, whilst he trimmed. The man remembered a particularly pleasant exchange from the end of last summer, where he was encouraged to smell the greenness of the freshly trimmed hedge. It had smelled wonderful.
“Happy new year!” the home’s owner said cheerfully to the man, as he walked to his van, parked at the curb.
“Oh, whew!” The man thought, smiling to himself.
“Happy new year to you, too!”
The walk concluded without incident, and he was delighted to hear his wife giving their daughter a bath, when he walked into the house from the cold, quiet night.
“How was the walk?” She called from the bathroom, as he took off his coat and scarf
“It was ok.”
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
It’s all about the Holly….
OK, let’s start this off with a little excitement –
Every year, usually in mid-to-late third quarter, I look at hundreds of ticky-tacky Christmas items, as part of my job.
Specifically, I review new items that will potentially be imported by my employer, in the coming year. To ensure that there are no restrictions; and to determine how much we’ll pay in duty to import them.
If you’ve not already decided that this is going to be too boring, read on.
Christmas items, or “Trim-a Tree” items, are a huge deal for retailers.
They stock up during the summer months, and dance around like they have to pee really bad, in greedy anticipation for the day when they can change their seasonal areas out and get to sellin’ Christmas stuff.
It is what it is. I don’t judge.
I’m an enabler, after all.
Anyhow, this product category being such a big deal, you KNOW that there’s going to be thorough rulings in place, defining what a Christmas tree light string is, as opposed to one that technically might not go on a Christmas tree.
More importantly to this story, there is a very comprehensive list of what an item needs to have or to BE, to be considered a “Holiday festive” item, and therefore import-able at 0% duty.
We like 0% duty.
A handful of years ago, the most recent, most detailed version of “Classification of Festive Articles” guidelines was released.
And in it, was an at-the-time insignificant item.
Sprigs of Holly are classifiable as a holiday festive article.
Next thing you know, you are seeing holly on everything! Everything that the rulings determined were NOT, by themselves, festive articles, that is.
Snowmen or their likeness are not considered a holiday festive item. It’s simply a winter item, apparently, unrelated to Christmas.
But... But we don’t want to pay duty to import that big-ass inflatable snowman that sits in your front yard!
No problem.
Just slap a sprig of holly on his hat.
Viola – now it’s CHRISTMAS snowman.
Ditto the big-ass lawn penguin and his polar bear buddies.
And ditto that creepy looking giraffe that’s not actually strangling on the holiday light string, but “playing with” it, according to the product description….
A monument to animal cruelty?
No! It’s a holiday festive item! See? Someone stuck holly on the giraffe’s head!
Honestly, I found myself a little irritated by the whole development. It seemed a circumvention of the rulings put forth, just to save a few cents, at the expense of… ugly-ing up Christmas a bit more. I
t was slightly offensive to me both professionally, and aesthetically.
I mention this because of what happened to me the other night, as I walked my dog around the neighborhood.
I started seeing sprigs of holly everywhere.
I wasn’t seeing Frosty the Snowman in the neighbor’s yard. I was seeing a tiny weed on a top hat.
It wasn’t a cute inflatable penguin, it was a tiny leaf and a couple of berries on a stocking cap…
It wasn’t a giraffe strangling on….er… playing with a holiday light string. It was a giraffe with a tiny scrap of shrubbery stuck on its forehead…
I simply couldn't help myself.
Yeah, maybe I DO need a vacation.
Every year, usually in mid-to-late third quarter, I look at hundreds of ticky-tacky Christmas items, as part of my job.
Specifically, I review new items that will potentially be imported by my employer, in the coming year. To ensure that there are no restrictions; and to determine how much we’ll pay in duty to import them.
If you’ve not already decided that this is going to be too boring, read on.
Christmas items, or “Trim-a Tree” items, are a huge deal for retailers.
They stock up during the summer months, and dance around like they have to pee really bad, in greedy anticipation for the day when they can change their seasonal areas out and get to sellin’ Christmas stuff.
It is what it is. I don’t judge.
I’m an enabler, after all.
Anyhow, this product category being such a big deal, you KNOW that there’s going to be thorough rulings in place, defining what a Christmas tree light string is, as opposed to one that technically might not go on a Christmas tree.
More importantly to this story, there is a very comprehensive list of what an item needs to have or to BE, to be considered a “Holiday festive” item, and therefore import-able at 0% duty.
We like 0% duty.
A handful of years ago, the most recent, most detailed version of “Classification of Festive Articles” guidelines was released.
And in it, was an at-the-time insignificant item.
Sprigs of Holly are classifiable as a holiday festive article.
Next thing you know, you are seeing holly on everything! Everything that the rulings determined were NOT, by themselves, festive articles, that is.
Snowmen or their likeness are not considered a holiday festive item. It’s simply a winter item, apparently, unrelated to Christmas.
But... But we don’t want to pay duty to import that big-ass inflatable snowman that sits in your front yard!
No problem.
Just slap a sprig of holly on his hat.
Viola – now it’s CHRISTMAS snowman.
Ditto the big-ass lawn penguin and his polar bear buddies.
And ditto that creepy looking giraffe that’s not actually strangling on the holiday light string, but “playing with” it, according to the product description….
A monument to animal cruelty?
No! It’s a holiday festive item! See? Someone stuck holly on the giraffe’s head!
Honestly, I found myself a little irritated by the whole development. It seemed a circumvention of the rulings put forth, just to save a few cents, at the expense of… ugly-ing up Christmas a bit more. I
t was slightly offensive to me both professionally, and aesthetically.
I mention this because of what happened to me the other night, as I walked my dog around the neighborhood.
I started seeing sprigs of holly everywhere.
I wasn’t seeing Frosty the Snowman in the neighbor’s yard. I was seeing a tiny weed on a top hat.
It wasn’t a cute inflatable penguin, it was a tiny leaf and a couple of berries on a stocking cap…
It wasn’t a giraffe strangling on….er… playing with a holiday light string. It was a giraffe with a tiny scrap of shrubbery stuck on its forehead…
I simply couldn't help myself.
Yeah, maybe I DO need a vacation.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Random Christmas thoughts
And I DO mean random…
I’ve lucked out twice so far, at the post office. Getting there with packages just at the right time, only to turn around while (next or 2nd) in line and seeing folks lined up out the door and down the sidewalk.
No way in hell I’m going back THERE anytime soon.
My luck has been pushed.
Took my last vacation day for the year last week, and went to Christkindl (Kringle) Market with Wendy and Fiona.
We’ve not many Christmas traditions, but this is one of ‘em.
http://www.chicagohotblog.com/chicago-christkindlmarket
First time we went is the very day we found out we were going to have a baby.
So technically, Fiona’s been every year.
It’s beautiful, has great vendors, lovely food and beverages and is just Christmas-y as all get out.
And this year, there was a Snow Faerie/Angel (street performer) that totally captivated Fiona (and me, and many others, for that matter).
She gave off such an aura of calm and otherworldliness, that you walked away wondering if maybe, just maybe she wasn’t actually a street performer…
A gift card is a handy, if at times impersonal gift. But if someone on your list ASKS for them….
The REAL problem with them is that they’re small, and flat, and weigh nothing, and can end up being lost amongst the other items in the bag, and end up… recycled.
We think.
We’re not positive.
We just know it’s gone.
Ouch.
If your kid sleeps for crap, AND is prone to coming to visit you around 11pm every night, just when are you supposed to put all the presents out / put together the big stuff?
Sorry, sweetie. Santa saw that you were awake, and just skipped our house this year.
Sweet dreams.
Every kiosk at the mall was out of the correct size watch batteries. But at least I spent an unnecessary hour at the mall on the Saturday before Christmas, finding this out.
Who knew that this was such a hot holiday gift idea?
“Merry Christmas, baby. I wound your watch…”
That kinda sounds like it should be on the naughty list.
And yeah, I AM the guy who puts a new $15 dollar watch battery into a 4 year old Timex that probably only cost me $30 when I bought it.
I LOVE that watch, the 6-7 times a year I actually wear it…
Daughter did us the solid of getting really sick a week BEFORE Christmas this year. So she should be cool by Saturday.
Last Christmas, her and I both had the flu, and downed Tylenol all day together while watching really bad kid’s TV.
REALLY Bad.
Caillou bad.
Barney bad.
Caillou... the show that she only asks for, when she's feverish. Coincidence?
Looking forward to spending Christmas with my family, all of whom are driving in for the weekend, weather permitting.
Even if it DOES mean I have to sleep in the basement.
Murray Christmas is never on Christmas, so this is really cool.
If you’re waiting on a punchline… there isn’t one.
Merry Christmas to all my friends and family.
May the coming year bring you all joy, good health and prosperity.
Christmas day IS in your grasp, as long as you have hands to clasp.
I’ve lucked out twice so far, at the post office. Getting there with packages just at the right time, only to turn around while (next or 2nd) in line and seeing folks lined up out the door and down the sidewalk.
No way in hell I’m going back THERE anytime soon.
My luck has been pushed.
Took my last vacation day for the year last week, and went to Christkindl (Kringle) Market with Wendy and Fiona.
We’ve not many Christmas traditions, but this is one of ‘em.
http://www.chicagohotblog.com/chicago-christkindlmarket
First time we went is the very day we found out we were going to have a baby.
So technically, Fiona’s been every year.
It’s beautiful, has great vendors, lovely food and beverages and is just Christmas-y as all get out.
And this year, there was a Snow Faerie/Angel (street performer) that totally captivated Fiona (and me, and many others, for that matter).
She gave off such an aura of calm and otherworldliness, that you walked away wondering if maybe, just maybe she wasn’t actually a street performer…
A gift card is a handy, if at times impersonal gift. But if someone on your list ASKS for them….
The REAL problem with them is that they’re small, and flat, and weigh nothing, and can end up being lost amongst the other items in the bag, and end up… recycled.
We think.
We’re not positive.
We just know it’s gone.
Ouch.
If your kid sleeps for crap, AND is prone to coming to visit you around 11pm every night, just when are you supposed to put all the presents out / put together the big stuff?
Sorry, sweetie. Santa saw that you were awake, and just skipped our house this year.
Sweet dreams.
Every kiosk at the mall was out of the correct size watch batteries. But at least I spent an unnecessary hour at the mall on the Saturday before Christmas, finding this out.
Who knew that this was such a hot holiday gift idea?
“Merry Christmas, baby. I wound your watch…”
That kinda sounds like it should be on the naughty list.
And yeah, I AM the guy who puts a new $15 dollar watch battery into a 4 year old Timex that probably only cost me $30 when I bought it.
I LOVE that watch, the 6-7 times a year I actually wear it…
Daughter did us the solid of getting really sick a week BEFORE Christmas this year. So she should be cool by Saturday.
Last Christmas, her and I both had the flu, and downed Tylenol all day together while watching really bad kid’s TV.
REALLY Bad.
Caillou bad.
Barney bad.
Caillou... the show that she only asks for, when she's feverish. Coincidence?
Looking forward to spending Christmas with my family, all of whom are driving in for the weekend, weather permitting.
Even if it DOES mean I have to sleep in the basement.
Murray Christmas is never on Christmas, so this is really cool.
If you’re waiting on a punchline… there isn’t one.
Merry Christmas to all my friends and family.
May the coming year bring you all joy, good health and prosperity.
Christmas day IS in your grasp, as long as you have hands to clasp.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Almost Home Made, with Sandra Lee
Almost Home Made is on TV, during my lunch hour. Someone always turns it on one of the TV’s at the gym, as, honestly – who DOESN’T want to work out to Almost Home Made, with Sandra Lee?
Well, me.
But I’m 5 minutes in on a 35 minute cardio workout, and there it is, right in front of me…
It’s how I got hooked on One Life To Live, a few years ago.
(And for the record, I hope Rex finds out that Clint paid someone to falsify the paternity test results, and kicks his ass, even though Clint IS his dad….)
Anyhow, I get done with my workout, and I come across this...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/denise-vivaldo/kwanzaa-cake-sandra-lee-hanukkah-cake_b_797165.html
Which made me decide to write a blog entry…
For the most part I really enjoy Food Network’s programming.
It’s informative, and entertaining, and I get the same vicarious enjoyment from watching someone cook a fantastic meal from scratch, as I get from watching The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross, or fishing programs on a cold winter day when I’m home sick.
And of COURSE I’ve pulled recipes off of their website after seeing them made, and tried them myself.
I’m a fan.
But THIS show… Can’t stand it.
There she is, talking about a quick and easy meal she just LOVES to make when she’s having a dinner party….
Take some frozen vegetables, a couple cans of mushroom soup, some pre-cooked bacon, pre-cooked cubed potatoes, and a couple of cans of pre-cooked, pre-cubed chicken….
And for desert…. Take one box of Betty Crocker yellow cake mix, a can of sliced pineapple, and some non-dairy whipped topping…
(Seriously, she couldn’t even use ACTUAL whip cream? It comes in a spray can!!!)
I understand not everyone’s interested in cooking from scratch. I also am cognizant of time restraints, etc.
Every meal cannot be gourmet.
Good lord, how I know and accept this to be fact.
But do I REALLY need to watch someone prepare a recipe that she found on the inside lid of a container of Cool Whip?
And do so in a vaguely creepy manner?
Sandra, I have two words for you:
Hamburger Helper
Or
Popeye’s Chicken
For Desert:
Hostess Twinkies
And if it’s a really special occasion:
Boston Market
Well, me.
But I’m 5 minutes in on a 35 minute cardio workout, and there it is, right in front of me…
It’s how I got hooked on One Life To Live, a few years ago.
(And for the record, I hope Rex finds out that Clint paid someone to falsify the paternity test results, and kicks his ass, even though Clint IS his dad….)
Anyhow, I get done with my workout, and I come across this...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/denise-vivaldo/kwanzaa-cake-sandra-lee-hanukkah-cake_b_797165.html
Which made me decide to write a blog entry…
For the most part I really enjoy Food Network’s programming.
It’s informative, and entertaining, and I get the same vicarious enjoyment from watching someone cook a fantastic meal from scratch, as I get from watching The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross, or fishing programs on a cold winter day when I’m home sick.
And of COURSE I’ve pulled recipes off of their website after seeing them made, and tried them myself.
I’m a fan.
But THIS show… Can’t stand it.
There she is, talking about a quick and easy meal she just LOVES to make when she’s having a dinner party….
Take some frozen vegetables, a couple cans of mushroom soup, some pre-cooked bacon, pre-cooked cubed potatoes, and a couple of cans of pre-cooked, pre-cubed chicken….
And for desert…. Take one box of Betty Crocker yellow cake mix, a can of sliced pineapple, and some non-dairy whipped topping…
(Seriously, she couldn’t even use ACTUAL whip cream? It comes in a spray can!!!)
I understand not everyone’s interested in cooking from scratch. I also am cognizant of time restraints, etc.
Every meal cannot be gourmet.
Good lord, how I know and accept this to be fact.
But do I REALLY need to watch someone prepare a recipe that she found on the inside lid of a container of Cool Whip?
And do so in a vaguely creepy manner?
Sandra, I have two words for you:
Hamburger Helper
Or
Popeye’s Chicken
For Desert:
Hostess Twinkies
And if it’s a really special occasion:
Boston Market
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