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		<title>STORIES II: A REVIEW, AN ESSAY BY THE AUTHOR AND A STORY FROM THE BOOK</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Scott McClanahan is from West Virginia, which, as he has to explain to another person in STORIES II, is not just a part of Virginia, but an entire state of its own.   Scott wears suits from Sears.  He came to Chicago &#8230; <a href="http://htmlgiant.com/author-spotlight/stories-ii-a-review-an-essay-by-the-author-and-a-story-from-the-book/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>Scott McClanahan is from West Virginia, which, as he has to explain to another person in STORIES II, is not just a part of Virginia, but an entire state of its own.  </p>
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<p>Scott wears suits from Sears.  He came to Chicago last summer and we read together and we drank beer out of a glass boot at this German restaurant.  We saw German Larry Bird play in a polka band.  Scott also showed me his impression of a person laughing while typing a mean comment on the internet. </p>
<p>All of this, plus how much I liked his first book, STORIES, and his new book, STORIES II, has solidified Scott McClanahan as a friend and as an author who I will continue to read.  He writes unselfconsciously minimalist stories about people from West Virginia.  Recently, he sent me his latest collection, called STORIES II, from Six Gallery Press. </p>
<p>STORIES II returns to the themes of STORIES:  West virginia, being a person around other people, and figuring things out when you thought they were already figured out. </p>
<p>STORIES II also returns to the signature tone of STORIES I.  He writes in a way that is conscious of both his own absurdity and that of others, without overdoing either.  He makes it really easy to like the narrator and to learn from the narrator&#8217;s experiences.  Scott also knows how to balance humor and sadness. <br />
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In STORIES II, we meet a retarded man selling newspapers. We meet the &#8220;fever&#8221; of suicide.  We meet Scott working as a telemarketer, talking to a man who weeps and begs him to stay on the phone.  And we meet all of it through the character Scott McClanahan.  He writes himself as a character really well.  I think what makes it work, for me, is that he is able to go in and out of being purely subjective, to realizing things outside of himself.  He writes familiar situations with unfamiliar outcomes.  <br />
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Scott&#8217;s style is the most lively minimalism I have read.  Many sentences begin with &#8220;and&#8221; or &#8220;so&#8221; and contain the word &#8220;just.&#8221;  The result is a really smooth minimalism.  Not a minimalism that recognizes itself, but one that just happens.  If you are ever able to see Scott read, you will understand what I mean.  Many of his stories begin as though you just walked up to a conversation.  Not, &#8220;in the middle of things&#8221; but, &#8220;in the middle of thoughts.&#8221;  For example, one story begins, &#8220;I&#8217;ve stolen things before though.&#8221;  The result is that it&#8217;s like you are put into an already-begun conversation.  </p>
<p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stories-2-Scott-McClanahan/dp/1926616146/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1263392047&amp;sr=1-1">I would recommend buying STORIES II, so that Scott can buy more suits from Sears. </a></p>
<p> <br />
I asked Scott to write an essay to include with this review.  Here it is:<br />
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<p><strong>POSSIBLE TOPICS FOR A SHORT ESSAY I WILL NEVER WRITE </strong></p>
<p><strong>or </strong></p>
<p><strong>HOPEFULLY SAM PINK WILL NOT BREAK MY LEGS AFTER THREATENING TO BREAK MY LEGS WHEN I REFUSED TO WRITE A SHORT ESSAY FOR HIM ABOUT STORIES II.<br />
</strong></p>
<p>by Scott McClanahan </p>
<p>Possible Topic #1:  When I was six years old my uncle took me to a bar in NYC, where Andre the Giant was in the middle of a drinking bout. I watched Andre the Giant drink 175 pints of beer before he passed out in the middle of the floor.  Everyone laughed and then the owner and six other men tried to move Andre before realizing he weighed close to 600 pounds.  At closing time, he was still passed out, so they simply surrounded him with bar stools and locked the place up.  I often wondered what Andre thought the next morning when he awoke in a strange place, in a strange city, surrounded by bar stools, and alone.</p>
<p>Possible Topic #2:  I really like this film Keep the River on Your Right.  It’s about an anthropologist who spent time living with a cannibalistic tribe near the Amazon.  The anthropologist also practiced cannibalism during his time there.  He left because he was ashamed of himself though.  A journalist asked him after he returned home if he was ashamed because he had consumed human flesh. </p>
<p>He said “no.” </p>
<p>He wasn’t ashamed he consumed human flesh.  He was ashamed because it tasted delicious.</p>
<p>Possible Topic #3:  I had a friend when I was in junior high named Jenny Tiller.  She was a dwarf and I had a gym class with her.  One day I looked over and she was doing something amazing.  I looked over and she was doing the most perfect cartwheel you’ve ever seen in your life.  I’m not talking about a normal cartwheel.  I’m talking about a freaking aesthetically perfect cartwheel. If you’re ever in West Virginia, and you want to see the greatest cartwheel known to man, just let me know.  We can go to her house.</p>
<p>Possible Topic #4:  I met country star Little Jimmie Dickens once.  He signed my Grand Ole Opry picture program, “Hello Friend.  J Dickens.” <br />
I thought to myself, “I’m not your friend.”<br />
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<p>Possible Topic #5:  Ah shit.  I just re-read my e-mail.  Sam was wanting a short essay on the book, Stories II, not an essay on cannibalism and cartwheels.</p>
<p>Possible Topic #6:  One of my favorite writers is Merle Haggard.  He decided to rob a store when he was 16 years old and loot the place.  He got drunk with a friend before hand and they decided to break in through the back door.  They took a crowbar to it but it wouldn’t open.  They pushed and pulled and pushed and pulled.  It finally busted open and they ran into the store and started grabbing shit.  They saw 20-25 people still shopping inside.  The store was still open.   Haggard spent the next four years in San Quentin.</p>
<p>Possible Topic #7:  When I was a kid my mother routinely told me when I was trying to be cool and acting like other people wanted me to act, “When Aristotle died, do you think the gods asked him, ‘Aristotle why weren’t you more like Socrates?’  No, they asked him, ‘Aristotle why weren’t you more like Aristotle?’”   </p>
<p>God bless the Momma’s of this world.</p>
<p>* </p>
<p>And here is a story from STORIES II:</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman"><strong>THE COUPLE</strong></span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I didn’t have any money for dinner really.  I mean I’d never even been on a date before—or at least a date, date.  See when I was in school it was all about hooking up at parties and hanging out together with a whole group of friends and maybe finding each other later that night.  But this was like a real date.  Or at least it felt like a real date when I called her up that morning and asked her if she wanted to go up to Pipestem State Park and look out over the mountains.  I told her I didn’t have any money for dinner, but she didn’t seem to mind, or at least she thought I was joking. So that afternoon I picked her up and drove out to Pipestem.  And once we got there, we walked hand in hand, up to the observation tower, and she started telling me about how she used to have a lazy eye when she was a kid.  I guess it was so bad she even had to wear an eye patch in order to correct it, and all the kids at school started calling her, “the pirate.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">So she laughed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And then we both laughed at how ridiculous the whole world was.</span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And so we kept right on laughing and started climbing the steps of the observation tower, counting them on the way up—1,2,3,4,5,6,10,20,30,40.  Then after about 80 we finally got up to the top and caught our breath.  It was beautiful up there.  And so we laughed some more and I told her what a lucky girl she was being on such an expensive date and if she played her cards right I had a whole pocketful of coupons for the Pizza Hut lunch buffet.  If we scraped together our nickels and dimes then maybe we could go.  She laughed again and I noticed she had a cracked front tooth, which looked so cute when she ginned.  And so we stood there looking out over the mountains.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I held her hand and we didn’t laugh anymore.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I pointed at the mountains and told her how they were formed. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I told her how the mountains weren’t created by the last ice age really, but were created by water run off from the last ice age.  And so she stood and smiled.  And then she told me how boring that story was.  So I kissed her and tasted the taste of chewing gum on her chewing gum tasting lips.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And then it was quiet.  </span> <br />
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<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">But then we noticed this other couple walking up to the observation tower from below.  It was a guy and a girl.  They counted their steps on the way up too&#8211;1,2,3,4,5,6,10,20,30,40.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And it was this old guy who looked like he was about 40 and he had a trach scar.  He was with this pretty girl who couldn’t have been anymore than 20.  They were the type of couple that makes you think, what the hell is that girl doing with that guy?   </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">But here they were holding hands and they had a pizza and a two liter bottle of pop and a picnic basket full of picnic stuff.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">FOOD!  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">So they giggled all out of breath when they got to the top of the tower just like we had.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Then they noticed us and nodded their heads “hello.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">“Hello.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">We grinned and nodded our heads “hello” back.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">“Hello.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Then we went right back to talking, as they sat up all of their picnic stuff on the other side like they were boyfriend and girlfriend.  They had paper plates, and paper cups, and diet pop, and pizza.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">We just stood on the other side listening to them.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Kim said, “That pizza smells good.  I’m getting hungry.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">But I didn’t say anything about it, wondering if she really thought I was just joking about us not going to dinner.  I wasn’t joking though.  I really wasn’t.</span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And then all of a sudden I saw something.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">What was that?  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I saw something moving in the woods beneath us.  And then I saw this woman walking out of the woods towards the observation tower.  She was wearing Mom clothes and she had a Mom haircut.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">She was screaming something, coming closer to us, but I couldn’t make it out.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">WHAT?  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">She screamed again and this time it sounded shotgun loud.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">She shouted, “Steven.  Steven.  You cheating motherfucker.  Get your ass down here right now.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And so Steven the cheating motherfucker, just sat overtop of his pizza all Indian legged and not knowing what to do.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">He dropped his head like he was praying about it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">My stomach dropped.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Kim looked nervous.  </span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">IT WAS STEVEN’S WIFE.  </span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And the wife had two little boys with her too, dragging them behind her like old dirty sheets.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">The little boys were crying, saying, “Mommy, Mommy.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">The pretty girl Steven was with looked like she didn’t know what to do.  It was like she didn’t even know he was married.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Who knows?</span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Finally Steven got up and walked down the steps of the observation tower 80,70,60,50,40,10,9,8,7,6, saying with an aw shucks voice on the way,  “Ah honey.  We haven’t done nothing.  We were just talking and eating some pizza.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">But his wife stood at the bottom of the stairs holding onto the little fists of the two little confused kids.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">She screamed, “HOW dare you—you stupid asshole.”  And then she whispered all pathetic, “You told me it was over.  You told me it was finished.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And so Kim stood there scared and said, “Scott.  I think we should leave.  This is none of our business.  We need to get out of here.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">But I just giggled, “Ah no.  It’s alright.” </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And then we watched Steven’s pretty friend walk all the way down to the bottom of the steps.  She was nervous and scared too.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">His wife started screaming at her, “You little bitch whore.  You want to introduce yourself to your fucking boyfriends’ wife and kids.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Then Steven said, “Honey she’s not a whore.  She’s just a friend.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And then there was something else moving in the trees.</span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">It was an old guy who I took to be Steven’s father in law, and a muscular and bearded, guy who I took to be Steven’s brother in law.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">It was Steven’s in-laws alright.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Slowly they walked over to where the wife was screaming and kicking and kicking and crying.  And then Steven held out his hand to the father in law and the brother in law too, but instead of shaking his hand—they jumped on him.  The brother in law got a hold of Steven’s arms and then he threw Steven on the ground.  Then he was on top of Steven punching him in the face and the father in law just stood by watching.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">The father in law was smoking a cigarette and after a while he started kicking Steven in the side.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">He kicked soft.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Then he puffed his cigarette.  Puff.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Then he kicked again.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Then he puffed his cigarette.  Puff.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Then he kicked again.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I guess Steven had been warned about this type of behavior before.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">“Scott.  I think we should get out of here,” Kim said.  “What if they have a gun?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I just giggled and said, “Ah no.  Settle down.  You watch too much TV.  They’re just gonna kick his ass a little bit.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">So the wife started chasing the young girl towards the woods so she could beat the shit out of her, shouting “You little bitch.  You little bitch.  I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.” </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">The two little kids sat in the grass watching it all.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And then I saw it.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">PIZZA.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">So I pointed over to the pizza and it was just sitting there all alone and delicious.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I giggled and rubbed my belly like I was hungry.</span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And Kim just looked at me…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">“Oh No,” She said. “Oh No. We can’t.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">But I held her hand and walked over to where the pizza was.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">She kept saying, “No. No.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And so I picked up the two liter and poured some pop out in the paper cups.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And then I handed it to her saying in my best British accent, “Me lady.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">“Scott what are we doing?”  She said.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I handed her a piece of pizza and I took a piece of pizza too.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">I said, “O don’t worry.  We’re just gonna watch the show.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And so we watched the wife dressed in her mom haircut and dressed in her mom clothes chasing the girl into the woods before the girl finally fell.  The wife smacked her in the side of the head.  Then she started ripping out a clump of the girl’s hair, until a big clump came out.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Ah hell.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">It was a hair extension. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And then the wife smacked the girl a couple more times before walking back and screaming at Steven who was now held in a head lock, “Steven I swear to god.  I’m getting a divorce and you’ll never see these kids.  You’ll never see these babies again.  You’ll never see these babies.”  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And so Kim and I all sat eating the pizza and it felt so wrong to watch it all.  We watched one of the little boys on his knees digging in the dirt with an old stick.  Mommy was crying, and Daddy Steven was crying and bleeding, and Mommy’s Daddy and Mommy’s Brother were crying and punching.  But the little boys were on their knees acting like this wasn’t happening.  They looked like the whole world was invisible almost.  They acted like they were invisible too.</span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And so we looked at each other.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">We watched the brother in law whack Steven with one more kidney punch before finally getting off.  Steven was coughing up blood now.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And then the brother in law got up and started walking away with his father who was still smoking on his cigarette. Puff. Puff.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">The wife was gone too, but we could hear her cries from far away.  It sounded like an animal dying.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">After five minutes Steven finally sat up on all fours and started spitting out more blood.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">His face was all swollen up like a rotten watermelon.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">He kept putting his fingers to his lips like he was trying to see if he was still bleeding.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Fingers. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Blood. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Fingers. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Blood.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">Yep, he was still bleeding alright.</span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;font-family: Times New Roman">And so Kim and I sat and ate their pizza and we drank their pop and we watched it all because this wasn’t our life being destroyed.  We looked at the invisible little boys and they looked at us, and now we all wanted to be invisible too. </span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[new e-book at artistically declined press.  written by ja tyler.  WHEN WE MAKE OUR DINOSAUR.]]></description>
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		<dc:creator>Sam Pink</dc:creator>
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		<title>HOW TO DO THINGS WITH WORDS, LECTURE 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:47:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sam Pink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the first post concerning the book HOW TO DO THINGS WITH WORDS.  The book contains twelve lectures, delivered at Harvard University by JL Austin on the nature of language.  The importance of these lectures is, to me, the &#8230; <a href="http://htmlgiant.com/craft-notes/how-to-do-things-with-words-lecture-1/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is the first post concerning the book HOW TO DO THINGS WITH WORDS.  The book contains twelve lectures, delivered at Harvard University by JL Austin on the nature of language.  The importance of these lectures is, to me, the uncovering of language as a particular kind of instrument between people, and how literal meaning is not the only use of language.</p>
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<p>Information provided in these lectures is almost unavoidable.  On any given day an encounter with some of its ideas is noticeable, and can be used to clarify misunderstandings.  Even the first post I wrote—the one where I promised of this post and the others following—contains examples of Austin’s ideas.  In promising to write the posts, I made something happen in the world.  I didn’t describe something, so much as make clear my intention to do something, thereby making it a reality.  It is here that the first lecture begins to detail its course.  Austin begins by making a distinction in how language is understood.  The use of language purely to describe things is questioned, as is the fact that language ever really states anything by itself.  To construct a sentence is to prepare the way for a statement which is a holding together of speaker, said, and situation.  The sentence “I am going to kill you” written on a piece of paper and dropped off a bridge is not the same as saying “I am going to kill you” to a person standing next to you.  Saying “I am going to kill you” to the person standing next to you is not the same as saying “I am going to kill you” to the person standing next to you if you are reading a poem, etc.  Whereas a statement can be true or false, language also exists in forms that are not true or false.  Saying “Boo” is not true or false, it is a noise made in order to scare.  A naming is not true or false, it is the induction of a reality.  A question is not true or false, it is an action made on the part of a person in the mode of questioning.  It puts a person before a specified object and challenges the mode of the object.  If one poses a question and then decides on its answer, the domain is then that of true or false, depending on further development, position etc.  A statement of truth or falsity is thought to be-able-to-be-determined-as-determined.  Meaning, if I make a statement, and it is grammatically correct, then it will have a truth somewhere outside its statement, based on a grammatical assessment of reality.  Or, it might not have that truth based on the same criteria.  If I say, “My house is blue,” and you check my house and it is blue, then what I have said is true.  The saying of “my house is blue” is true by itself only according to grammatical standards.  This seems obvious.  But rather than restating the obvious, it uncovers the situation of a statement, something often confused.  Taken alone, no sentence or statement is true, except according to grammar.  I can test a truth only by way of grammar.  This means that I could not have a house that is blue, but say I do, and the saying is still, in one mode, correct.  It can be thought, but its meaning is untrue.  Here Austin makes his first distinction.  He states that there are words, or arrangements of words, that do not add a descriptive quality to what he calls an “utterance.”  These words, or arrangemen, in fact change the situation of the utterance.  The use of a true or false statement, to Austin, is of a category he calls “constative.”  A constative statement describes a reality and therefore can be called true or false.  It has an objective correlate.  You will notice that a true or false description always follows its grounds.  It comes from the world rather than into the world.  Meaning, a description takes place after the occurrence “in reality” of what it states.  The other mode of language, according to Austin, is the &#8220;performative&#8221;.  The performative is different from the constative in that it cannot be called true or false.  Its weight or force is in the saying of it  (in correct conditions).  For example, if I say, “I bet you a hundred dollars one or more htmlgiant contributors will mention Gordon Lish today,” I enact that bet, provided I have stated it correctly, provided I have stated it to another person who then accepts the bet, provided upfront there is a such thing as htmlgiant and the conditions are such that the object of the bet can or can’t happen et cetera.  However, if I say to you, “I bet you a hundred dollars yesterday that…” then I am simply describing something that happened and that can be verified by both people involved or others witness to it.  My simple stating of the bet initially was not true or false, it was a reality that happened in the statement.  In stating it,I did something.  The stating brought about a present and future reality, rather than describing a past reality in the present.  Austin gives the example of marriage.  In saying “I do” we utter a performative, where by saying, “I do” I then (provided I am not sleeping, or already married, or talking to a non-human being etc.) enact that reality.  One of the keys to characterizing this kind of language, in the context of the first lecture, is its reliance on intention and/or oneness with an ability to choose.  For instance, if I promise to bring you a cookie, and I know I will not, then the perfomative has not taken place in a state Austin calls “happy.”  It is almost the same as pointing at an empty space and saying, &#8220;there is a cloud&#8221; while the cloud is behind you.  The performative is different from a descriptive in that, aside from my intention or honesty, I can state truths that I might not even be aware of.  I can say, “there is a blue car parked by our apartment” and this may be true without me even intending to be true, etc.  I can also state false statements with the overwhelming belief that they are true.  The performative is neither.  The performative act takes into account agency and its course.  Promising, threatening, warning, nominating, declaring war, these are all ways of performing something through a statement.  To begin, Austin has given us the idea that the insistence of language is only through existence.  To apply this to the “internet scene” or the psychology of online spirit, it seems that people confuse the two types of speech often.  For instance, in debates about quality, such and such works are stated as either possessing or not possessing quality.  Something sucks, something does not suck.  These qualities are stated in such a way that they become the essence of the work. They describe an actuality of the work.  The same can be said of positive statements.  A work is described as great.  A work is described as beautiful.  In taking into account an experience, we judge that experience in terms of value, a value narrowly prescribed and shortsighted.  For instance, Goosebumps books affect me differently now than they once did.  This is because the book itself isn’t any one thing, but rather, comes to me ultimately as a performative utterance based on an experience of judgment.  It isn’t as good now as I thought it was, and it wasn’t as bad then as I think it is now.  It has existed and played an indefinite role in my reading and writing experience.  This seems like an obvious distinction, fully apparent to anyone talking about writing or art or whatever.  And yet, quality debates occur all the time on this website and on other websites such that they confuse statements.  These statements can be constative.  For instance, if I say, “I read it and I did not enjoy it.”  That is a statement describing my experience.  It takes into account a present reflection (whether honest or misguided or whatever) of the past and secures it for others to consider.  If I say, “It sucked” and argue with that premise, then I create a situation where I make something that occurred between myself and a piece of writing something that IS for others too.  This is not to say that discussion of things is worthless, because if done in a way that describes things or affects, it thereby realizes the intent of discussion, which I think, maybe, is the mode of exchange.  Constative statement in terms of personal experience with writing or art or whatever, can lead to an opening of a larger understanding, one not accessible to a single person alone, one not attempted by a single person alone.  If you describe your reaction to something, it maybe uncovers something another has lost or failed to see.  This all amounts to saying that understanding, from which descriptions are taken, can be made broader if given the chance to be discussed and exchanged.   The very exstence of this website supports that intention in everyone.  If not, then there is no mediation of ideas, and there is only back and forth firing off of conclusions, having no connection or bearing at all.  Many times discussions here seem to be a back and forth of preestablished ideas connected with a truth that is believed to transcend individuals and cannot be brought down by honing.  “This sucked.”  “This is wrong.”  “This is immature.”  I admit, you could counter this by saying, “You are being simple, if I say ‘it sucked’ that means ‘I thought it sucked in my experience blah blah.’”  I would then true that is a more constative phrasing, but, given a broader context, it is more than just a simple statement.  It states itself.  It is instated when said.  It is made a condition, a context.  Austin considers context as part of immediate meaning to language.  Part of its unfolding.  Context conditions language sometimes more than the actual wording.  If I take the time to state that something sucked, on a public website, I am doing more than describing my personal experience.  That would be to put it on a level comparable to commenting that you dislike air fresheners, or that you are sitting.  It is a making known of personal experience.  I make a choice to uncover something I feel, to make it known to others.  Why? Firstly is assumed the realization of this state only through a statement.  You don&#8217;t tell someone watching a movie that it is a movie.  You don&#8217;t because it&#8217;s obvious.  This thing I want known, is only a statement.  Following that there are more considerations than this article permits.  This is an issue too deep for right now, but it seems to point to a subtle use of a performative act.  By giving my opinions on things, by arguing with others about their opinions, I perform a warning of value (at best), and (at worst) an act which I feel somehow gives me character, as someone who likes X, who agrees with X, et cetera.  I perform an identity, based on how I feel others feel about something.  The act also assumes authority.  To give my opinion on TWILIGHT, I suppose myself important to others in determining an opinion.  I suppose myself as possessing something that needs to be heard.  It is not enough for me to understand myself in relation to TWILIGHT as indifferent, antagonistic etc. [I haven’t seen TWILIGHT so this is just an example] I must provide myself as an agent in the discussion.  This seems to suggest that any negative critique of something will be seen as unnecessary.  That is not true unconditionally.  The very act of starting or continuing a website like this takes into account the ability to provide whatever adequate negative feedback one feels necessary.  Whether directly or indirectly, this website will maintain negative relationships with other things.  It also presupposes that one’s opinion is important.  Isn’t this how many assessments work?  They are given worth based on who states them.  If you read a review by a person you admire, whose work or prior opinion you admire, isn’t that to take it as likely fact?  Isn’t that the premise of creating a critique, that the writer should be taken for stating a fact based on his/her ability?  The question becomes, why is the person maintaining negativity in this way?  Why actively pursue the discussion of something you hate/dislike?  Is it to warn someone?  Why pursue something you love/like?  Is it for the benefit of the other or for establishing a character?  Is it for establishing a character as higher than that which is critiqued?  If so, is the worry that that person would enjoy something they “shouldn’t” enjoy?  The questions continue from there.  Why shouldn’t they like it?  Why should they like it?  If you feel it will be objectively liked or disliked for the same reasons as yourself, why put yourself in the position to dictate?  Why has that escaped them?  Etc.  I don’t mean to contradict what I said earlier about bringing new ideas to a discussion in order to broaden an understanding.  For instance, I will now revive a part of  WIGGER CHICK scandal of 09.  I will not provide a statement on the cartoon or the situation other than as it happened as reader reaction, for the purposes of giving context to Austin&#8217;s ideas.  There are, at the very least, two debates going on in the thread.  One is, artistic merit, and the other is racial standpoint.  This is nowhere near a definitive statement on the WIGGER CHICK scandal of 09 but it does uncover some things.  One debate focused on whether or not it should be up on account of being racist and hurtful, and the other on whether or not it was “good.”  How does constative and performative language work here?  One can describe his/her feelings about the cartoon, such that it was liked or not liked.  “It was funny.”  “It was not funny.”  “I laughed.”  “I was angry.”  These are descriptive statements that do not describe an objective reality though they try to make the reality objective through statement.  Meaning, by saying “I don’t think its funny,” I am really condemning such an assessment.  “I don’t think it is funny because I am not a racist and therefore if you think it is funny you are a racist.”  A performative situation has been made of an instrumental reality.  One could say that, “It is racist.”  This would be descriptive.  This would then have to be shown in conjunction with the definition of racism.  Much like if I saw a ball, I could say of another thing like it, “this is a ball.”  Which would be to put something on the plane of the immediately recognizable.  Such would be to strip out sense in statement.  why?  Because I have never once felt the need to describe objects in their simplicity to another person.  Have you ever pointed to the earth to tell someone it was the earth?  This would be to strip the cartoon of its context in all conceivable ways to make it racist.  It would only have racist implications.  And “racist” is here used as analogue for any other quality, not as the defining quality.  One would be saying that in their experience of the cartoon, the cartoon existed as racist, with all examples of its existing racism outlined.  To support the taking down of the cartoon, one would have to describe its objective effect and judge this bad too.  One would have to say that the cartoon represents a choice by a poster and a editor to convey racist sentiment for the purposes of asserting its truth.  One could easily say, “Yes, I feel this is racist but I am glad it is up since it has provoked a debate about race.”  Here, the value of such a post would be given a greater depth.  Again, I stress that I am not making a judgment of the cartoon or the situation outside of how it reflects the current lecture given by Austin.  I am attempting nothing anywhere near a value statement about the cartoon, I am using it as an example of how we attempt to breed realities in using language, namely where talking about writing, drawing, etc.  How we believe language does something.  The import of most statements made in debates here, is that of performing a public triumph, a public stand.  Whereas a thread could easily represent a true questioning of ideas and stances, (“I think it’s racist” “Why” “Because X” “I don’t get it can you explain it further” etc.) it becomes the grounds for performing a self-valuation.  It misses the broader passing of ideas and being.  In THE WAY TO WISDOM, Karl Jaspers says, “all positive exposition must be permeated by negative judgments, limitation, and critique…but this battle of discussion is not a struggle for power; it is a struggle for lucidity through questioning, a struggle for clarity and truth, in which we allow our adversary all those weapons of the intellect with which we defend our own faith.”  Some of those weapons are our own constative statements and the realization of our own performative statements as meaningful.  This has just been some thoughts on lecture one, and how it seems to play out.  I have attempted to both provide the information in the lecture and bring some of its ideas to a larger context.  I will write about lecture two in a couple of days unless I am made fun of substantially.  I thank you for reading this.  Criticism is welcome.</p>
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		<title>HOW TO DO THINGS WITH WORDS</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 21:46:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sam Pink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[one of the most important books to me is HOW TO DO THINGS WITH WORDS by j.l. austin.  it is a book about language and how certain utterances transcend the simple description of things or the world.  after reading this &#8230; <a href="http://htmlgiant.com/craft-notes/how-to-do-things-with-words/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>one of the most important books to me is HOW TO DO THINGS WITH WORDS by j.l. austin.  it is a book about language and how certain utterances transcend the simple description of things or the world.  after reading this book, it is easier to understand other people and the import of certain conversations.  the book is based on lectures austin gave at, i think, harvard university.  i am going to read it for a third time and try to provide a summary and critique of each lecture in the upcoming weeks.  if you a familiar with language philosophy, performative utterances or how derrida has used these theories to augment his own, feel free to help me.  the main thrust of the book is that in addition to describing things (constative language, or &#8220;my shirt is red.&#8221;), language can also produce realities.  for instance, when saying &#8220;i do&#8221; at a wedding, if applied to the right person, in the right situation, with no obstacles denaturing the situation, an effect is produced by the utterance.  forgiveness is another example.  i think many of the ideas in the book could be applied to comment threads here.  for instance, if i call someone a &#8220;dipshit&#8221; in a comment thread, on account of not knowing the correct placement of a comma, and then i apologize, i have used a &#8220;behabitive&#8221; utterance.  a behabitive characterizes behavioral responses.  in the moment i apologize, i place myself and the other person in a situation which can either be, according to austin, not true or false, but &#8220;felicitous&#8221; or &#8220;infelicitous&#8221; based on the correct execution.  my apology must be worded in such a way as to signify true regret, i must not be sarcastic, i must not whisper it quietly or not type it, and the other person must accept it, etc.  i can&#8217;t remember if i wrote a post on this before, but i will try to do it more in depth here.  i think this kind of book is really helpful for dealing with other people, as it uncovers the unstated context for many &#8220;language games.&#8221;  thanks for reading this.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[there&#8217;s a good interview with scott mcclanahan at WORD RIOT.  scott has another book coming out from six gallery press, called STORIES 2.  i am getting a review copy soon and will interview/review.  here is a line from the interview &#8230; <a href="http://htmlgiant.com/snippet/20839/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>there&#8217;s a good <a href="http://www.wordriot.org/template_3.php?ID=2053">interview with scott mcclanahan at WORD RIOT</a>.  scott has another book coming out from six gallery press, called STORIES 2.  i am getting a review copy soon and will interview/review.  here is a line from the interview at WORD RIOT:</p>
<p>(in reference to his home, west virginia)&#8211;&#8221;This is a place where arm-wrestling still has some kind of cultural importance.&#8221;</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[To celebrate the release of his book, “Sex Dungeon for Sale!”, Patrick Wensink is holding a coloring contest. He had a series of illustrations created based on some of the book’s stories, including a Kindergartener who thinks he’s French, a &#8230; <a href="http://htmlgiant.com/web-hype/contest/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>To celebrate the release of his book, “Sex Dungeon for Sale!”, Patrick Wensink is holding a coloring contest. He had a series of illustrations created based on some of the book’s stories, including a Kindergartener who thinks he’s French, a puddle of ketchup shaped like Elvis and something called, “Chicken Soup for the Kidnapper’s Soul.”<br />
To raise the stakes a little, he is also offering an autographed stack of some of his favorite books of 2009 to the winner.<br />
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Fool- By Christopher Moore<br />
AM/PM – By Amelia Gray<br />
Tales Designed to Thrizzle – by Michael Kupperman<br />
Help! A Bear is Eating Me! – By Mykle Hansen<br />
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The contest ends December 14.<br />
For all the details visit <a href="http://www.patrickwensink.com/randomness">www.patrickwensink.com/randomness</a></p></blockquote>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 07:37:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sam Pink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[new issue of KILL AUTHOR. also, i know who the editors are.  the editors are all the good little children around the world.]]></description>
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<p>also, i know who the editors are.  the editors are all the good little children around the world.</p>
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		<title>INTERVIEW WITH GREG GERKE</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 07:31:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sam Pink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Greg Gerke is the author of THERE&#8217;S SOMETHING WRONG WITH SVEN.  His website is www.greggerke.com.  He answered some questions I sent him, mostly about flash fiction, though some are about being a real life human being.  Interview after break.     &#8230; <a href="http://htmlgiant.com/author-spotlight/interview-with-greg-gerke/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Greg Gerke is the author of THERE&#8217;S SOMETHING WRONG WITH SVEN.  His website is <a href="http://www.greggerke.com">www.greggerke.com</a>.  He answered some questions I sent him, mostly about flash fiction, though some are about being a real life human being.  Interview after break. </p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  Explain what draws you to write what is called flash fiction.</p>
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<p>GG:  The shortness of the form. Am I lazy? In a few minutes you have something, or at least a draft.</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  Given the chance to directly give anybody your book, who would it be and why. </p>
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<p>GG:  I would give my two grandfathers the book. One I didn’t know at all, one died when I was eleven. I wouldn’t be giving them the book in the spirit of ‘Look, see what I’ve become,’ but more ‘Look, see what you’ve done.’</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  What hobbies do you entertain, aside from writing, that you feel inflect your writing.  How do they inflect your writing. </p>
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<p>GG:  Tennis, backgammon and finding the quietest place in the library. The first keeps me sane and fit, the second is a distraction and the third gives me ideas for writing because even the quietest place in the library is full of people talking on cell phones, talking to themselves and providing me with great sound bites.</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  Have you ever read a book and thought it was really good and then read it again and disagreed with yourself?  Which book.  (for me it was THE INDIAN IN THE CUPBOARD)</p>
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<p>GG:  Not really. But I’ve had the parallel experience a bunch of times. Christine Schutt and Gary Lutz. I thought it was ‘difficult for the sake of difficulty.’ Boy, I was incredibly wrong.</p>
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<p>HMLGIANT:  Analyze one of your own pieces of writing. </p>
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<p>GG:  ‘Loose Ends’ at Eyeshot is a plea from a nobody who wants to be a somebody. By portraying a famous writer as a plagiarist and conniving, the writer (Gerke) thinks he is speaking up for ‘the common writer’ who gets rejected everyday. Also by setting the story in New York and the penultimate scene in Central Park, the writer thinks he is a ‘big shot’ by casting his story in one of the most famous parks in the world. In short, the writer believes he is getting away with a tidy little tale of intrigue, when in truth he is just kvetching and miserable, using the wikipedia reference at the end as a preposterous attempt to impress Chad Wingo, the wiki-sheriff who continually deletes the page the writer creates for himself.</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  If you were going to the shoe store to buy some shoes and you decided in the middle of the excursion to leave a note in one of the shoeboxes for someone else to find, what would the note say. </p>
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<p>GG:  You are wonderful.</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  Speaking of literature, would you be willing to try going down a ski jump wearing only halved watermelons as skis.</p>
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<p>GG:  No, the watermelon is as sacred a being as a Chinese tiger or Condoleezza Rice. I would not do that to the watermelon.</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  What is the worst injury you have sustained, emotionally or physically.</p>
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<p>GG: Experiencing myself die (or so I thought) on a hospital bed in Brooklyn .</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  Write a piece of flash fiction using this first line: &#8220;He knew he wouldn&#8217;t be able to successfully jump the ski slope wearing only halved watermelons.&#8221;</p>
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<p>GG:  &#8220;He knew he wouldn&#8217;t be able to successfully jump the ski slope wearing only halved watermelons. So he decided to shave in the lens of the Swiss Television camera. He then called his mother and reminded her to turn her curling iron off if she had by chance left it on. As he went down the slope he realized everything that was wrong with his life could have been rectified if he’d taking the extra Spanish classes, then he could have told her how much he loved her in Spanish and then she would have thought he was for real. But then he hit the ice embankment and it was all over.”</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  Do you ever think about giving up, like with writing or with other things.  Can you describe the feeling. </p>
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<p>GG:  Not too often. Maybe a flash of it every once in a while but it quickly disappears, like it is just floating in the air and not meant for me to breath in. </p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  Please reconcile here, an old schism between you and any classmate from the past. </p>
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<p>GG:  I once drop kicked this ‘friend’s’ bag of hot dogs when we were walking to a Milwaukee Brewers baseball game. He was an asswipe and mean to my cat. Okay, deep breath, I LOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEE YOU!</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  If you could choose your own death, what would it be. </p>
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<p>GG: Having Liv Ullmann (circa 1967) batter me to death with the original hardcover of <em>Blood Meridian</em>.</p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  Is flash fiction ephemeral.</p>
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<p>GG: I just had to look up ephemeral in the dictionary. Does that answer your question? </p>
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<p>HTMLGIANT:  What is the best piece of flash you have read. </p>
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<p>GG:  It’s a tie. “Pretty” by Kim Chinquee and ‘The Sock’ by Lydia Davis .</p>
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