So after watching the Winter Olympics, you think you want to try curling.

by Mark Zaugg 28. February 2010 12:51

The sport of curling got a lot of heightened interest this year during the Winter Olympics in Vancouver, both in Canada, the United States, Great Britain and around the world.  I've seen an astounding number of tweets in what I assume are both Japanese and Chinese scripts using the #curling hashtag.  (Thankfully I have automatic translation built into my favorite twitter client and I can read what they say.) 

I've been chatting with one of the most amazingly fascinating group of people I can imagine on twitter - most of them have self-grouped into the "space enthusiast" category called the Space Tweep Society.  It includes astronomers and shuttle techs and just interested (and talented) citizens and amateurs and one great big dorkasaurus named me. 

A few months ago I mentioned I was rushing out to my curling game and suddenly I found out just how many of my fellow Space Tweeps were interested in the sport of curling.  I've been a fan of curling for years, and it was really interesting to see so much interest in something I find so much fun.  Many of my friends had never watched curling before, very few have actually played.  I remain very impressed with how well my friends have grasped the basics as I've explained the game and I have gotten a list of very good and insightful questions posed to me using the #curl101 hashtag. 

So in this post, I would like to address my friends who have found an interest in curling, who have learned about the rules and the etiquette, and would like to go out and try it themselves. 

The very first thing I express is that anyone can curl.  It is a very inclusive sport where men, women, men and women, kids, and seniors can play - whether you're in a wheelchair or not.  You need not be an elite athlete to start - indeed pudgy 40-something guys are out there having the time of their life.  You have to have certain skills in order to curl.  You should be willing to try new things, you should be willing to understand and adhere to the etiquette of the game, and you should be willing to stand on a sheet of ice - perhaps wear a light, loose fitting jacket and good, clean running shoes. 

Just because anyone can curl, understand that you will not be able to curl up to the standard of the athletes we observed playing in the Olympics.  They train physically, mentally and emotionally for years to hone their skills and you cannot expect to step on the ice and be able to curl at that level.  It is only when you try curling yourself for the first time that you begin to understand it is a sport unlike any other and requires it's own particular athleticism.  Your body is stretched in atypical ways and you will use muscles you never knew you had. 

So, you've watched the curling, you've talked about it with your friends and you've heard me talk about the basics online and now you think you're ready to go give it a try.  I sincerely encourage you to give it a shot right now.  Most curling clubs are very aware of the heightened interest after the Olympics and have set up open houses (pun fully intended) and are doing their best to welcome and accommodate beginning curlers right now.  If there's a time to strike, this is it! 

If you want to find a curling club near you, Wikipedia has a pretty good starting list right here.  If you're in the USA, you may want to start here instead.  In Canada, there are thousands of clubs available.  The little town of 300 people I grew up in has a curling club and is not listed.  Canada is richly blessed with curling popularity. 

Contact the nearest club and ask about an open house or a beginner's class.  You may also wish to ask if they have a bonspiel if you want to watch a game live.  Curlers are generally friendly and welcoming people - it's part of the etiquette of the game.  You should expect to feel at home when you walk through the doors of the club. 

One of my best friends was one of the 500 people to the open house held at the Schenectady Curling Club.  He was taken by how sociable the game of curling can be.  Curlers shake hands and introduce themselves, wishing the other team a good game before each match.  Most curling arenas have a lounge where the curlers enjoy drinks together after the game.  Often it is traditional for the winning team to buy the losers the first round, and then the losing team to buy the winners the second round.  It's a game where you play your best competitive curling, but the game itself gives you time to laugh and joke with the other team, congratulate them on a particularly great shot, and generally enjoy your time on the ice together as you plan your next shot.  Curling at it's best is a very social game that encourages participation and sportsmanship. 

Ask the club what you will have to bring to the open house.  Things that you will certainly need include:  Loose fitting clothing that is not binding or restrictive, you will need to bring good, clean running shoes which hopefully will have good grip on ice.  Hopefully the club will be able to provide brooms and sliders for you.  Curling is very inexpensive if you just want to try it out a few times.  I recommend purchasing your own broom and special curling shoes for yourself should you decide you want to play the game - but borrow your gear for your first time out there.  If you need to purchase gear, a basic broom should cost $40-$50 and a slider should cost about $25.  That will give you the ability to curl in a league for years.  Facility fees vary widely depending on the club:  My league costs roughly $250 a year. 
The people are warm, the rinks are cool.  Most people will want to wear a light jacket on the ice.  Breathable fabric is best, if you are brushing rocks it takes a great deal of energy and effort and you will break a sweat if you're doing it right.  Fleece jackets are good to wick the sweat away so you don't get cold between rocks.  I personally curl in a t-shirt and sweats (proper curling pants are still on my Christmas list). 

Most open houses will have an introduction to the game that happens off-ice.  They will explain the basic rules of curling, the game's etiquette, and sometimes specific rules applicable to that facility - so be sure to pay close attention even if you think I've explained all there is to know about curling.  There is a great deal I haven't explained. 

Two things always come up when someone curls for the first time:  It's a lot harder than it looks and your legs get really sore afterwards.  When you "throw" a rock, the idea is to not actually throw it with your arms but to propel yourself and the rock down the ice using the powerful muscles in your legs and release the rock gently.  You need to have good balance on the ice and a soft touch.  It takes time to develop this skill.  The primary point I want to make is that you should prepare yourself ahead of time. 

Because you'll be using unusual muscles in your legs, stretching both before and after you attend an open house is very important.  If you can do gentle deep knee bends, it will help stretch some of those muscles.  One of the ways I combat stiffness is to simply walk.  Thirty minutes of walking both before and after the open house helps move blood through your legs.  Flexibility is a key attribute for curlers, the more flexibility you have the easier it will be on your body. 

Curling with special needs is still possible and encouraged.  My friend Sawyer reminded me of how popular wheelchair curling is.  It's a great sport that can be played competitively for people who don't have as many options for sports.  Really good competitive wheelchair curlers can actually play and beat league curlers.  I hope some day soon we actually play a game together with the rest of the Space Tweep Internationally Curling Team. 

Curling can be hard on legs and knees.  If you have knee problems, you may not be able to deliver your rocks like regular curlers, but instead you may with to use a special broom that lets you throw more upright or a delivery stick that lets you throw while standing.   I'm not endorsing either, I'm only throwing up examples of tools you can use. 

Anyone can get out there and play in a fun league.  Get out there, find a club near you, and get into an open house or beginner's lesson and give it a try to see if curling is for you.  It's a lot of fun, it's a great way to stay active in the winter months, and it's a fun, social sport that's a good way to meet nice people.  Now's the perfect time.

Top 10 signs skipping might not be for you:

by Mark Zaugg 27. February 2010 02:59

10. You often mumble, "Hurry--ish." 
9. You see an easy double and think you need to add a triple axel. 
8. You twirl your broom like Fred Astaire waiting for the throw. 
7. You consider cross-checking every time that other skip sweeps your rock. 
6. The only call you make on the ice is to your mother. 
4. Every time you throw the rock, it sinks. 
3. On the first day of practice, you brought a Swiffer. 
2. You hate this game. 
1. You look at the angles and they all seem obtuse. 

Letters from Afar

by Mark Zaugg 12. October 2009 23:50

"I had a dream last night that I had a brick house and you were in the basement inventing weird stuff. 

"We were wearing accordions and lederhosen that were festooned with croquet mallets.  Had to play the accordion and kick legs out to make the mallet heads hit a large rubber ball back and forth. 

"I don't think it was polka music."


by Mark Zaugg 14. August 2009 23:41

OrionUrsa MajorThe PleiadesCassiopeiaCygnusDracoHydraCanis Major and Canis Minor

These are my old friends.  Very old, much older than myself. 

Many a winter's night I've walked home with my defender hovering over my shoulder.  Indeed, the greatest of my friends has always been Orion the Hunter.  He lives low in the sky through the winter months in Canada, and regularly I'll look up from the horizon to draw strength and courage during the cold nights.

It has always been so.  From my earliest memory, I have always known Ursa Major.  But when I was ten or twelve I was taught to look for Mizar and Alcor.  Today I marvel at the power of eyesight, if it wasn't so cloudy I'd be outside right now trying to see if I could differentiate the double star system. 

Like many people following the moon landings I acquired a keen interest in space exploration.  Like thousands of kids, I dreamed of becoming an astronaut and going into space. 

Okay, I have a heightened interest, but I'm far from an expert.  Other than my friends listed above, I really don't have a great memory of the constellations and asterisms up there.  Living in the city, I don't have a great view of the sky anymore.  I very much treasure my chance to go camping in the summer with my kids and be able to see the full panoply of stars I remember from my youth. 

Precisely one year ago, the kids and I were camping near Lake Louise.  The excitement was we were out at the time of the Perseid meteor shower.  I got to keep my kids up until after midnight with the three of us staring up as the meteors came down.  To see their eyes light up with the opportunity to stay up way past bedtime was cool to itself.  It became an entirely different magic to see their eyes flare up the moment a Perseid flared directly overhead framed between lodgepole pines.  We tried again the next night, but it was far too hard for the kids to stay up two nights in a row.

Having taken vacation earlier in the year, we were not together for the Perseids this year.  When I asked my daughter if she saw the meteors this week, her first reaction was, "Did the Perseids happen this week?  Are they still on?"  The disappointment in her voice matched her excitement from last year. 

I've watched the Perseids on my own in the past.  My favorite year was spent outside my Mom's place where there's less light pollution.  I woke up at 2:00 in the morning and spent the next two hours agape with amazement to see the sky lit up minute by minute.  But my favorite moment of all was last year with my kids. It was a thousand times better sharing it with someone who had never seen that miracle before. 

This year, I've been swept up into the Twitter mania.  One of the messages I saw was announcing Twitter's Meteorwatch.  It sounded fun and exciting, and the chance to hear about meteors across the world was enticing.  I had no idea what I should expect, but I knew it was worth the time to hop on and check it out. 

I did expect to meet wonderful people from across the entire world.  That happened.  I did expect to meet real astronomers with genuine interest and knowledge of what we were observing.  They are outstanding and I have the greatest of respect for each and every one of them.  I did not expect to feel so much excitement seeing others discover meteors on their own for the first time.  I never thought that I'd see the magic I saw in my children in the tweets of others from across the world.  Answering questions as they came up was easy - my favorite questions were those from people who had never before seen a meteor and my absolute joy above anything else was to hear back from someone I'd never met talk excitedly about seeing their very first meteor ever.

It's an addictive rush, and of great relief from the day to day stress to have an element of joy from others that I can feed from.  And feed from it I did.  Apparently I ranked fourth in contributors to the #meteorwatch discussion.  I was shocked considering I was there primarily as a participant and certainly not as an expert.  I know I drove friends crazy with a massive burst of #meteorwatch discussion; I literally tripled my post count in two days.  I hope I made it a little better for the other #meteorwatch participants, and I'm so very grateful for feedback from those who found their first meteor ever over the past few days.

I have so many people to thank for the past week.  Thank you to each and everyone who I spoke with during Meteorwatch.  A very special thank you to NewburyAS for getting the event going in the first place.  An equal thank you to ksastro for the friendship and the photos.  I would never have gotten as involved without you first asking and without your encouragement online.  And one last thank you to RGphotographic for getting this photograph - it's my other favorite of the night.  And a thanks to nscafe for the local touch.

Thoughts on a bicycle commute

by Mark Zaugg 30. July 2009 23:35

I've been riding my bike back and forth to work for a while now.  It is what ended my iPod heading into work theme until the fall. 

Double-plus good.  I need the exercise.  I need to strengthen my lungs and my cardiovascular system after the pneumonia.  I need to strengthen my knees before the arthritis takes them from me.  Arthritis?  Seriously?  I'm only 40 for ghod's sake. 

Err..  41. 

Well, nonetheless nothing has made me happier the past week or two than when I've been out pumping the pedals. 

Calgary is a quirky city.  Land of the car.  If you don't drive, you can't live in this town.  It's too sprawled, transit is too eratic, I cynically think this city has been so poorly designed it's going to take another hundred years to make it into a truly functional city again.  Barring conquest, war, famine and death that is.  This is the city that completely and utterly clogs during rush hour because we can't get any traffic flow in and out of downtown, but the city is eternally blocking off the right hand lane from commuters with "traffic calming devices" to grind everything to a halt.  Awesome work, gents.  I see a lot of irritated traffic out there, not a lot of calm. 

And in the heart of it all, we have the bike paths.  Did you know they are among the best in North America?  Perhaps so, I can't really judge other cities, but I consider that damning praise for bicycling in North America.

Now, don't get me wrong.  I'm not saying cycling in Calgary is bad, not by any means.  For a city that really started it's growth in the past 50 years or so, we really do have a relatively good system of pathways.  You can find a pdf map of Calgary's bike paths here.  What it doesn't tell you is the state of a lot of the bike paths.  Most of the paths are - I'm guessing - eight to ten feet wide paved paths that run along the creek and river valleys.  It gets insanely congested downtown - especially on a nice afternoon - so they've actually twinned the path splitting walkers and bikes.  The outlying paths are a different story, though.  They tend to be roads and side streets that have signs proclaiming they're - watch the car door, Ma'am - bicycle friendly.  My biggest beef besides the - hey, give me some space jerk - traffic is that it takes a couple of times up and down the pathways to figure out where the paths are actually supposed to go.  Nothing like getting lost in a residential cul-de-sac wondering just how you're supposed to get three blocks and one major thoroughfare over.  They either have one sign that's supposed to guide you for the next twenty blocks, or they have three signs all in a row because, apparently, every street is bicycle approved.  Take your pick, I guess.  Something new every day. 

Older sections in the city are tough.  I rode my bike down to my Dad's place in Acadia.  There are zero safe routes to get directly from downtown to the heart of Acadia.

We need better commuting routes for bicycles.  Lanes that are marked off for bikes.  Pathways that are for bikes only, none of these 20 km / h speed limits that few actually adhere to.  It would make for some real improvement in the city we desperately could use.  Not that I expect a lot of the lard ass-SUV drivers would take advantage of it, but it would do us all some good.  Before we wake up some day and realize we've turned 40 and have bad knees.  Ahem.  41. 

I wish this was entirely my thought process, but other than the general rant and dissatisfaction, most of it came about through Twitter of all things.  I've become much more engaged with some of the city's thinkers, movers and shakers over the past few weeks.  One of the blogs I hit was Carshare Cody who set me off to Green Drinks Calgary and Bike Calgary.  Yeah, it's going to take me a while to get up to speed with everything that's actually happening out there, but I'm feeling more and more connected with the actual city these days.  I've actually rediscovered some of the joy of Calgary - so long as you stay out of the traffic that is.

And the geocaching has been a lot more fun lately..  Now, can we do something about that suicidal gopher just south of McKnight?

I hate you, Bug.

by Mark Zaugg 25. May 2009 20:57

Mr. Bug's forcing me to do it here.  From Phasorburn here.  One copy.  One pastie.  Voila!

1 – Go to “wikipedia.” Hit “random… Read More”
or click Here
The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 – Go to “Random quotations”
or click Here
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 – Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click Here
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 – Use photoshop or similar to put it all together. 

Now if only I knew how to use my ratsofrassin' blog.  I hate you, Bug.  Click on the attachment.

Two thoughts moving in entirely different directions.

by Mark Zaugg 18. March 2009 01:15

I've been wondering for a while which band would be the first to repeat in the morning. 

With all the Fred Eaglesmith I carry around, I'm awfully shocked that 1) it wasn't him and 2) I got a repeat before Fred even came up in rotation. 

Once more, this morning's band was the Ennis Sisters, this time the song is "If Only", and once more, I haven't had any luck finding it on youtube.  Hopefully it's an entirely inapplicable song in my life - I try to live without "If only" sentiments around, and I certainly try to stay out of the "advice-giving" business.  Hell, I don't take it very well either.  The best way of ensuring that what you're about to say to me never gets heard is by starting with the words, "If I were you..." 

Still, it's a pretty song and the harmonies are, as always with the Ennis Sisters, utterly sublime. 


The other entirely unrelated topic was that George Bush came to Calgary to give a speech today.  The protesters were out in force in front of the Telus Convention Centre. 

The spiritual icon of protests against Bush has become throwing a shoe.  Awesome.  Other presidents should be so lucky.  Frankly, I'm flabbergasted there have been so many attempts.  Apparently us Canajuns just prevent them against French Presidents

So me, being the dumbass that I am, head down to go to my Tai Chi class at the downtown United Church.  I see the crowd right in front of the convention centre and realize I have no choice but to plow past it or circle back a block to avoid it.  Plugging on through I get half way through the crowd and suddenly realize I'm carrying the shoes I wear for Tai Chi tied together over my shoulder. 

I remain your humble genius.  For the record, Bush didn't show up to do a set of Tai Chi.

A quick shot across the bow

by Mark Zaugg 5. March 2009 01:17

1.  Ghod, I hate computers. 

2.  Bug and I got on Blinkenlichten today some how.  Blinkenlichten ROCKS.  But looking for the exact reference on Google made me even happier when I noticed the fourth hit.  Check it out with me:  Blinkenlichten Google Search


3.  I'm becoming Bob Dylan whenI'maworkinondacompooherstooLOHNG.  Ghod, I hate computers. 

4.  What the hell day is it?  Yesterday was "In Your Veins" by The Soundtrack of our Lives."  Not really one of my favorites, to be honest, but hey, it's what was playing. 

5.  Today was "Diminishing Returns" by Elizabeth from the Big Rock compilation.  Big Rockin' going on there.  I love it! 

6.  I tracked down Shuffledog (you'll always be Zab to me) today and informed him his site was a spam-infested pile of goo.  I discovered his new blog and this post.  Frankly, I strongly recommend his old blog. 

7.  Kick a computer on your way to bed.  It'll make you feel better.  Unless your name is Cindy.

"What, are you STUPID?"

by Mark Zaugg 27. February 2009 09:02

I'm a pretty sympathetic guy, but we've got an issue here.  I read this on my Blackberry on my way home last night and was incensed. 

A couple are out skiing for a romantic weekend away, they get lost, put SOS in the snow, the cops are taking heat for not searching quickly enough, and the wife actually dies.  It's terrible and tragic, but there's a whole lot that has to be asked before we start pillorying the cops.  And I've got absolutely no complaints with turning on a light and watching the cops scurry back into the shadows. 

There are some major flags going up in that story.  It starts off bad enough.  He had to use his skis to fight off wolves.  Wow.  But these weren't ordinary people, they were "experienced skiiers" - some family members were on the national ski team.  Okay, experienced skiier perhaps, but they were pretty bloody stupid along the way. 

He goes into survival mode.  He's an "avid hunter", okay.  They could cut wood and make shelter for themselves.  They survived by eating leaves and drinking river water.  They survived the cold. 

But what were they thinking? 

There's nothing particularly wrong with skiing out of bounds, but you absolutely need to have the skills to be in the back country.  If you haven't heard about the deaths from avalanche this year you have NO business being out there. 

The first night they stayed in Lake Louise. They then drove to the Mountaineer Lodge near Golden at the Kicking Horse Resort, where they spent the night of Feb. 14, police said in statement issued Wednesday afternoon.

The couple checked out of the Mountaineer Lodge on Feb. 15 and went skiing at the resort. Sometime that day they went out of bounds and got lost, police said.

They checked out?  Rule number one:  Tell someone where you're going.  You don't have to be precise, but if you're going skiing near Golden, well, you need to let people know you're going to be at the Kicking Horse Resort and you'll be going to the back country.

Rule number two, if you get lost and you realize you cannot get back, your very first job is to set camp and care for yourself immediately.  My kids understand this, the first thing you do is make shelter, the second thing you do is make a fire.  We go through this each and every time we go camping.  They know when we pull into a camp site, we still put up a tent first and start a fire - or at least collect the fire wood we'll use - before we do anything else at all.

Rule number three, STAY PUT!  SOS in the snow is a good idea, but SOS in the snow with a person huddling at a small fire and a lean-to shelter beside it is much, much better.


I seem to be way in the minority here, but there is no way I can hang the RCMP on this one.  They didn't sit on their hands, they looked for missing people from the resort.  Yes, they should have put a ground search in action, but there's absolutely zero chance that they'd have to do a ground search should they have found the couple huddling beside the SOS.

I'm still waiting on the wolves angle.  They always sound close, if he was fighting them off with his skis, he was in over his head.  Were they approaching his fire?  How well designed was his camp?

This just doesn't sound like a couple well-prepared to be out there in the back country.  They made serious mistakes.  They made it incredibly hard to find them once they were lost.  No, they were not anywhere near experienced enough or prepared enough, nor did they have equipment necessary to go back country skiing.

It's a stupid loss of life, but the stupidity did not start at the search team.

Turn up the radio

by Mark Zaugg 25. February 2009 22:59

I couldn't find the Ennis Sister's "Turn Up the Radio" on youtube.  The best I found was a short sample on their webpage.  (It's the first song on the Ennis Sisters album.)

Maureen, Karen and Teresa Ennis don't really make that saccharine cuddlepop girl rock that I crave, but they have incredible harmonies and really solid songwriting that just settles into the songtrack of my life.  Strangely enough, the Ennis Sisters were in the background and I never really placed them together with the songs until they played BVMC and sang them onstage in front of me.  I'm sure they still think of me as that freaky freak in Calgary. 

A sidenote:  Teresa has since recorded a solo album of her own.  I'm listening to it as I type.  HellojQuery152023106263694353402_1309243846453  Is that Pete Townshend's "Blue, Red and Grey"?  Looks like I have another one my "Must Buy" list.

In actuality, "I'd Never Walk Away" is one of my comfort songs for when I'm feeling crappy and self-absorbed, but not crappy enough or self-absorbed enough to actually blog.  In light of that, I'll post that instead of "Turn Up the Radio" and take a little comfort in hearing it again myself.  I'd never seen the actual video before tonight.  Awww, that's cuddlepop country enough for me!

So turn up the radio!  Well, actually don't.  Radio in Calgary still pretty much sucks.  Then again, radio everywhere pretty much sucks right now, so that's not a particularly uncommon sentiment. 

Commercial radio is a vast and barren wasteland these days.  I gave up on commercial radio back in about 1990.  I remember the moment as if it were only yesterday: 

<Cue waves across your screen as we waver to a flashback.>

A young and handsome Mark Zaugg with a full head of hair is sitting in his DeLorian outside of work waiting for his shift to begin.  (LOOK, it was me, in a rust-bucket of a cow-car, but let's not ruin the image, okay?)  I casually turn on the radio to hear the dulcet tones of Terrence Trent D'Arby singing "Sign Your Name."  No, I will not post a link.  This was on the supposed rock station at the time (yes, I continue to loathe it above all other stations in Clagary..)  "Screw that!" I said as I confidently changed the station (was it still CKIK then?) just in time to hear...  Terrence Trent D'Arby's "Sign Your Name." 

"Awgh!" as I flipped to the AM band.  Sadly, I was tuned to the mighty CKXL which was well into decline by then, which, even more sadly, just started playing Terrence Trent D'Arby, "Sign Your Name."  Quickly I changed over to the top 40 station - whatever did they call CFCN radio back then?  Oh!  AM106 - just in time to hear the end of - and I only wish I could make this crap up - Terrence Trent D'Arby's "Sign Your Name." 

In panic and frustration, I went back to the FM band and went to the soft-rock station.  I may as well have signed my own death warrant.  The same song played more-or-less concurrently on five different stations.  I turned off the radio and swore off shlock ever since.

For the record, it was during that job that I received my introduction to that truest of Canadians, Stompin' Tom Connors, with this song:

That's the precise moment I knew that these were my stomping grounds, too.  Poor Mr. Bug must have had a devil of a time as I swirled down my whirlpool of inanity and insanity.  Oh, who the hell am I kidding?  He actively fomented it.

I've been charting my own course ever since and it takes me down some wild and wonderful paths.  Now, it's not that I don't listen to radio at all - far from it.  I most actively listen to the Mothership, CKUA, and I still flip over to CJSW.  But the newcomer to the list and the one I'm enjoying the most as of late is AVR.  Go figure.  It's eclectic enough at least, dropping an MUFFY-bomb shinazzle just before heading into a soaring ballad, followed up with maybe throat singers or something.  Awesome!

In the meantime, you'll see me bobbing my head along to my iPod and you'll have a rough idea what kind of weird crap I'm actually listening to.


Change is the only constant.

Welcome to the semi-exciting new look, same crappy blogger.

All comments are still moderated, I'll approve everything that isn't spam or offensive.  Agreement with His Dorkasaurus is not necessary.

What has changed is that I don't have 1000 junk accounts clogging up the system that I have to go through one by one.  Yes, you too can set up an account and no longer need to wait for me to notice you posted.  Completely optional.

As always:  Have fun, be respectful.


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