daredevil baking

Apr. 10th, 2026 07:04 pm
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You know how my induction stove-plus-oven is supposed to be on a 40A breaker, but is plugged into a 20A breaker? Well, today for the first time I used it to bake cornbread, which meant preheating my oven to 425°F while melting a frozen stick of butter on the stove.

The results? I did not trip the breaker, and the cornbread turned out amazeballs. My cast iron skillet works just fine on an induction stove. Sure, that's what you'd expect, but I needed to test it sooner or later.

shiny eats, etc.

Apr. 10th, 2026 06:22 am
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Dinner with the latex gang. It's my next-to-last hurrah before I turn into a temporary teetotaler on Tuesday. (Alliteration and assonance ahoy!) Sugar Hill, down the western slope of Capitol Hill on Pine St., has pretty great Thai eats & cocktails. Must... not... be jealous of how women half my age look in latex. And it occurs to me that my goodness, I know a lot of local sex workers, both cis and trans.

Shallow fashion details: the same little purple skater dress that I wore to KinkFest last weekend. My excuse was that I wanted to show how the yogurt sauce stains had mysteriously disappeared, but really, that dress is the best one I have for warm(er) weather. Accessories: butterfly-themed. Boots: silver cowboy, from Stetson.

Pottery notes to self

Apr. 9th, 2026 07:21 pm
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Things on my pottery list:

"Valkyries who helped my warrior from his battlefield" mugs for the Avallu vet & staff
12th century oil lamp
Candle holder fairie house
Sauce/pill jars (small)
Pet bowls for animal care team fundraiser
Mugs (?) for pig fundraiser
Tiered hanging fruit bowl
Yarn bowl for friend
Egg seperator cup for friend
Two-piece thrown-and-slab mugs
Iced tea jug
Spackle knife carved mugs
Resist-style mugs
Berry bowl, carved
Carved woodgrain mugs
ammonite bowl mold
ammonite stamps
"My sun leaps high again" mugs for Solly's surgery vet
Carved spiral sun motif mugs & bowls

Snow mostly off

Apr. 9th, 2026 07:11 pm
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We can call this the snow off date for 2026, unless more snow comes along. The back field is still a touch snowy but is mostly underwater as per usual, the upper field has some streaks of snow, the winter field is clear on the unshaded side, the front yard beds are clear. No buds really open yet.

So many ungulates

Apr. 9th, 2026 12:42 pm
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My first tracking eval in Namibia, I don’t think I broke fifty percent.

The way CyberTracker evals work is pretty straightforward: the evaluator points out a track or sign, and you give an ID as your answer. Sometimes there are more questions: what activity or behavior is responsible for what you’re seeing; if it’s a footprint, you might have to say which foot, as well as the animal that made it. The questions have varying levels of difficulty and are scored accordingly; a harder question is worth more points if you get it right, and you lose fewer points if you get it wrong.

Last time, the ungulates got me.

A key element of tracking is knowing the possibilities. If I find hoofprints in a forest in the Pacific Northwest, it’s very unlikely to be a zebra (unless, you know, this happens). But when I was asked to assess a single-toed hoofprint on the shore of a shallow lake surrounded by tall grass in the Kalahari Desert, zebra had to be on the list of possibilities.


Two ungulate tracks, two different species. (Roan and wildebeest, in this instance.)

So did donkeys and horses, incidentally. It’s the rare location when tracking that you don’t have to consider domestic animals as well.

Similarly, in Washington State, if you find a two-toed ungulate track, you can count the number of reasonable possibilities on the fingers of one hand. On top of which, in many parts of the state, only one or two of those possibilities are going to be relevant. On my land in Thurston County, the options are deer or elk, with an outside chance of a neighbor’s goat going on a wander.

In the Nyae Nyae Conservancy, where the eval I’ve taken twice now took place, there were eight: duiker, steenbok, impala, kudu, roan, oryx, wildebeest, and giraffe.


Roan track in tricky substrate. Just as clear as in the field guides.

Discerning between these isn’t an impossible task. Giraffe feet are so large that you really aren’t going to mistake their tracks for anything else. In cases where different species have similarly sized feet—duiker and steenbok, in this instance, or roan, oryx, and wildebeest—then you have to start considering things like shape of foot, whether an animal tends to step in its own tracks or not, baseline gaits, and preferred habitats. (This is where having a wildlife biology background can come in handy, though practice and an obsession with field guides will also do the trick.)


Field guides such as this one for instance.

For my first eval in Africa, though, it was all very bewildering. Until that week I hadn’t known what a duiker was. Spending some quality time with field guides prior to the trip would have helped with that, but, well, I didn’t. This meant that I learned about the existence, behaviors, and even appearance of several species initially through their tracks. (Aardwolf was another one.) I learned that jackals have a lot in common, in terms of both tracks and behavior, with coyotes. I learned that oryxes have shorter legs relative to their body size, and therefore tend to understep when walking, so their hind feet come down short of their fronts. I learned that aardwolf tracks look a lot like hyenas’, only smaller. When I finally saw the animals that made these tracks, I could map their physical attributes to what I’d seen on the ground: the jackal’s lively trot, so like a coyote’s; the oryx’s short hind legs; aardwolves that looked a lot like hyenas, only smaller.


If I saw this in North America I’d conclude it was a small coyote.

But even my second time around, with the prior eval, several more field days with master tracker’s, and some quality time with field guides under my belt, those eight ungulates occasionally stymied me. Differences in substrate, in weather when the tracks were made, in what the weather had done since, in gait, and even in age of the animal in question were confounding factors.

Tracking isn’t just a way of knowing a landscape. Often, it also tells you how much you have left to learn.


A group of trackers in our natural environment: poring over marks in the dust.

(Originally posted at Following Curiosity. You can comment here or there.)

Dogs all the way down

Apr. 9th, 2026 10:17 am
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So just over a week ago Solly got her first TPLO surgery. If you don't know what that is, it's where they take the end of the tibia, cut it off, and rotate it about 20 degrees to create a stable platform for the joint. It's done when the tendons tear, which is ultra common in big dogs -- especially in big dogs who are "explosively" active, which is to say do sudden movements but not necessarily just a lot of movement, and I suspect in dogs who aren't carefully bred to avoid it.

Solly's ACL (or CCL on dogs and ACL on humans?) tendons were both gone. She was running around ok because, as I learned from Avallu, these dogs are more stoic than one can imagine, but it wasn't going to last long, and it hurt a lot. This surgery, or euthanasia after not too long, were the options. Back when I learned about this a friend offered to help me with the cost of surgery. Neither of us knew it would be just a few days after Avallu died. I cannot properly express how grateful I am that we can do this, that I'm not staring down losing two dogs in one year.

A week ago she went in and we came home with a big ziploc baggie full of pill bottles, a couple pages of instructions, a series of one-a-week phone calls with the vet scheduled, and advice from the vet to take it one day at a time.

She was heavily drugged for the ride home, because it's a roughly two-hour drive to the vet, and she's not supposed to be on the leg much for the first two weeks. She had the whole backseat of the truck with the seats out. Even so she sat up in her big cone collar, her chin propped on the console next to my arm, with her head slooooowly drifting downwards into a doze on the console and then snapping up groggily over and over to watch the road ahead.

After a couple days she started crying quietly in her crate. She was also reluctant to go in, though she would if I was insistent. She didn't cry when let out to curl up -- on leash, always on leash -- on the floor, and I finally realized that she couldn't fully stretch out in the crate and she wanted to stretch her surgery leg and her head both. From the tip of the cone collar to her toe when stretched out is over 5', there isn't a crate like that made, so I rigged up the hallway downstairs and she's much more comfortable in a nice 8' chunk of hallway, but only after sleeping on the sofa downstairs with her leash in hand a couple days. We're both happier now.

The cats are pretty happy because they can headbutt her and rub between her legs easily and she can't interfere with the cone, though if they're happy enough to purr she'll growl at them. She's never learned to properly interpret purrs as anything other than a growl.

I think the antibiotics were rough on her stomach. She's never been a big eater anyhow, and under her floof she has always been skinny. The meds are all take-with-food but I could barely get food into her at all; when the antibiotics were over, which coincided with the hallway change, she's started eating a bit more. We've also managed to find a pill solution. she chews her food carefully and can spit out pills except, I recently realized, if they're in roast beef chunks. So we're doing that and we're all relieved. She does not like pilling and in the beginning she had seven pills twice a day, and she'd growl to signal she needed a break after 4 or so, then after ten minutes would accept the others. I very quickly was reminded to cut my fingernails real short for it too.

It's astonishing she still loves me, honestly, but she clearly does. She knows the routine, recently shifted from 4x outside just to pee to 4x outside to pee and a 5 minute walk. She'll go willingly into the house (even when she was crated) after our walk, though she has been very happy to do bits of perimiter patrol on our walks. She even accepts the physio exercises, flexing and extending the leg and getting it massaged. I try very hard to allocate time, not just for the walk, but right afterwards for love and snuggles indoors so she doesn't just get dumped indoors and left totally alone.

We've made it through one week and done lots of learning. After this week it's supposed to get a lot easier. I know her wound is itchy, she keeps trying to lick it through her collar, but it's closing up nicely and the scabs are almost off it. Once that's healed the infection risk is I think gone, and I'll be relieved. The other risk is the plate holding on the end of her bone snapping (!!!!!!) which I can't do anything to tell how it is, just look at the joint and marvel. She's starting to put some weight on that leg already though, a bit limpingly, but it's happening, and that's what the vet wants.

Soon she'll be putting more weight on that leg than the other if all goes well, because it will hurt less than the still-torn side, and we get to go through it all over again with the other leg but with a lot more knowledge and understanding of each other.

It's good timing. It's a good time for me to be immersed in caring for one of my pups, just when I'm reminded how precious they are, and when a distraction isn't bad for me at all. It's a good time to get to know Solly better and be astonished at her immense heart, at her willingness to do what I ask, at her ability to laugh in the face of pain and strange happenings.

Meanwhile Thea guards the outside alone, and Avallu's memorial spot in the garden turns over and over in my mind until I have time and energy to create his stone to set in his favourite place.

Thankful Thursday

Apr. 9th, 2026 05:34 pm
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Today I am thankful for...

  • Compression socks. (Writing this in the waiting room; we´ll see whether they fit in a few miutes.) (Update: they fit.) NO thanks for having to wash them after every other use, but...
  • Battery life.
  • Linux Mint, LMDE (Linux Mint Debian Edition), and Linux Weekly News.
  • Emacs. See also, The Agent-Native Editor Was Invented in 1976 (N.B. I have not, and may never, tried adding AI to Emacs. But with a small local model it could work.)
  • Induction cooking -- we just acquired a 2kW induction hob. Because we have to worry about our gas supply.
  • Sometimes, for sleeping with cats.

a whirlwind Tuesday night

Apr. 8th, 2026 08:54 am
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I did indeed go to Lambert House for the second time this week last night to rerun database queries. Ken the director was there this time and found a couple of bugs in the queries, which were luckily easy to fix.

And on the subject of attendance figures, he had a disturbing observation: not just Lambert House, but every non-profit that serves youth has seen a significant drop in the number of youth coming through the door since the worst of the pandemic ended. Says Ken, the yoof are all on their phones and haven’t really learned how to socialize in person. It’s reached the point where parents have been calling Ken for help in getting their kids to put down the devices and, you know, be people. He’s at a loss, and so am I. I will say, though, that the trans groups that I facilitate have shifted from 100% video a year ago to about half-and-half online and in person. I’m not hugely worried for the long term. Yet.

Speaking of getting out of the house, I had an excuse to get out of Lambert House early: K, another trans woman who’s been to the Devil Girl house on dates, met me at Time Warp. For you non-locals, it’s an old-school video game arcade with a bar that turns into the trans women’s hangout on Tuesday night. I’ve never seen a space that wasn’t explicitly trans with such a solid majority of trans femmes. Seriously, the cis dudes looked out of place and a bit suspicious.

And how’s K? Laid off, “polysaturated”, remodeling her house, and looking fabulous. She says she wants to see me again before I turn into a recluse for the couple of weeks before surgery. That’s going to be a bit of a trick, because a) Dancer has priority, and b) I start voluntary quarantine on Tuesday.
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Back in the autumn of 2024 I flew to Namibia for the first time to take part in a Tracking the Kalahari expedition. That link has more details, but in brief, it’s a group trip to visit and stay with a Ju/’hoansi community in northeastern Namibia. The primary incentive for me was to study tracking with teachers who had been doing it for almost their entire lives, as part of a hunting protocol that, until quite recently, they relied on to feed their families and communities. If you’re a tracker, learning from these people is basically a dream come true.


TTK 2026 crew. Photo from Marcus Reynerson.

Last month, I went back and did it again. Several times during the trip, especially the four-country magical mystery tour of getting there due to the Lufthansa pilots’ strike (I’m very grateful for the heads-up about tight connections at the Addis Ababa airport), I contemplated why.

At home I try to incorporate tracking into my daily life. I go to my sit spot—not as often as I feel I should—take notice of the sign I see when out and about, pay attention when hiking or checking my trail cameras, every so often take a special trip to somewhere like the Oregon Dunes for deep-dive practice. But it’s an activity not intrinsic to my daily life, not the way it’s been to our expedition hosts until very recently. So admittedly part of the appeal is learning from people for whom tracking is an inextricable cultural element, one they are currently making considerable effort to preserve.


Master trackers KXao, #Oma, Dam, and /Ui Kunta, along with translator Cali and Marcus.

But that was just as true last time I went, so what more was I looking for this time?

Tracking is sometimes described as a form of reading the landscape. It’s a reconstruction of a story that has already occurred; that, depending on the freshness of the trail, may be ongoing. One of my principal motivations for doing it is to gain a deeper understanding of the world around me, to bridge that persistent sense of separation from what we commonly call the natural world, as though we existed separately from it.


Just lion things. Etosha National Park, Namibia. Photo from Marcus Reynerson.

We don’t, but we spend a lot of time, effort, and money living as though we do. And then, some of us spend even more time, effort, and money reconnecting. Some of us go to other continents.

That reconnection was part of what I was seeking to renew with the return journey, but it wasn’t only that. Equally important, maybe more important, was reconnecting with the community I met last time, and getting to know the people in it better. Tracking was my entrance into connecting with this community, but sustaining that connection is about other things that make us human. Where I live now, I often struggle to feel as though I’m connecting with people and the landscape around me in meaningful ways. If I can do that in a landscape unfamiliar to me, with people of a culture, language, and way of life very different from my own, maybe I can do it at home too.


So many ungulates. So many.

(Originally posted at Following Curiosity. You can comment here or there.)

This week on FilkCast

Apr. 7th, 2026 04:42 pm
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Pete Clark, Roberta Rogow, Diana Gallagher Wu, Elizabeth Stevens Jean Strathdee & Jim Strathdee, Leslie Fish, Cindy Smith, Stephen Savitzky, Robin W. Bailey, Randy Hoffman, Brenda Sutton, Chris Weber, Carolyn Brown, Carl Hylin Karen Jolley & Karen Willson, Tricky Pixie, Joe Ellis, Griff The Filker, W Scott Snyder

Available on iTunes, Google Play and most other places you can get podcasts. We can be heard Wednesday at 6am and 9pm Central on scifi.radio.

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Thing #1: I seem to be able to sleep nearly seven hours if I go to bed at 2300 instead of 2200. It's kind of hilarious getting out of bed to pee, thinking it's too early to start the day, and then hearing your alarm go off three seconds later.

Thing #2: I should always ask if Lambert House has their data entry caught up before I run quarterly queries. I may be taking the bus back there in the next few days because they weren't caught up last night. What makes this more complicated is that there are now two data sets entered by two different (groups of? paid?) people: one for Seattle, and one for King County outside Seattle.

Thing #3: I should have made sure Dr. Funnyname sent the results of my labs & exam to the Sculptor, because the latter's office emailed me yesterday to ask where all of that was. Mayunn, I don't need that kind of stress. If all goes according to plan surgery is in three weeks exactly.

Thing #4: If I get an email about the Wendling's electric bill – he has a separate meter down there in his apartment – remind him immediately, because he might space it.

Huh. There seems to be a theme with most of these. Do I enjoy being the executive function for other people? No, but I enjoy it even less when things get dropped on the floor.

that poet is doing it again!

Apr. 7th, 2026 02:40 pm
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Committing poetry!

(Along with fiction, demifiction, research notes, and other literary MAYHEM!)

Ahem. Announcing Ysabetwordsmith's Poetry Fishbowl, in which that writer collects prompts, writes like a MANIAC all day/night, and offers funding options to sponsor publicly sharing the goodies.

https://ysabetwordsmith.dreamwidth.org/15422855.html

My /personal/ challenge, for myself and others, based on a recent conversation:
Think of the weirdest science fiction you're read (or watched, played etc) recently.
(Other speculative forms also welcome).
Now think of something WEIRDER.
Now go prompt /that./

Prompt -- for the Poetry Fishbowl, and/or your favorite other author, and/or a fannish kinkmeme somewhere, and/or a patch of sidewalk in need of chalking...anywhere it's going to inspire people (not chatbots) to make things. Please!

You can even give /me/ a writing prompt. Ideas and plot bunnies welcome! But, my response tim,e varies from two minutes to two centuries, overall, and my creative time is quite crunched right now. Ysabet, on the other hand, WILL be writing something, TODAY.

I am ABSOLUTELY making this post for the linkback poetry reveal perk, FYI. But it's a fun event and a good writer and new prompters do get some freebies, so why not take a look?

When the Author Doesn't Get It

Apr. 6th, 2026 05:17 pm
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So Andy Weir says his writing isn't political. *head scratch* Clearly Project Hail Mary is deeply so. One of the biggest moments in the movie is about freedom of choice and consent and when it can be overruled.

To anyone reared as an American, that's about as political as you can GET. (And Weir is an American in my generational cohort, so... Yeah)

I self published a novel many years ago, and whenever men read it, one of the invariable comments on the novel is that it is a feminist novel.

That wasn't my intent. My intent was low-fantasy with a legal code and culture sorta kinda inspired by Hammurabi's code. The society in the novel is deeply, DEEPLY sexist. Women are mostly property with a bit of leeway for the upper classes... but not much.

Yes, is it a feminist novel? Well, the female characters are PEOPLE. They have as much agency as their society allows, think, and have flaws just like any male character would have that don't necessarily revolve around the use of sex as a way to any power.

Probably anything I write is feminist because, well, I think women are people. It's so basic to my own thinking, I can't see anything I do as feminist qua feminist, yet... It's almost impossible for anything I write to be otherwise.

Circling back to Weir. I am pretty convinced that he has something similar going on. He feels like a lot of his views of power, life, and how people interact are Just How Things Are, so he CAN'T see it as political, even though it totally is.

Learning from the masters

Apr. 5th, 2026 09:14 pm
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I’ve just returned from Namibia, where I once again had the privilege of learning wildlife track and sign from master trackers of the Ju/’hoansi as part of the Tracking the Kalahari project. I’m still going through my photos but this is an early favorite; a quick snapshot where I accidentally got great composition and lighting.

This was my second trip and a special opportunity to deepen my connection with tracking, with the land I was visiting, and the people I met there. I’m sure I’ll have more to share in coming days.

(Originally posted at Following Curiosity. You can comment here or there.)

Done Since 2026-03-29

Apr. 5th, 2026 11:14 pm
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I walked every day this week! And they were good walks -- the shortest was .64km. We'll see whether I can keep it up. My blood count is still low (as of my appointment Wednesday), but it's stable and high enough that they aren't going to recommend a bone marrow biopsy. Whew! I mentioned the hip/back pain that limits my walking; I need to ask my GP for a referral to PT.

On the other hand, they didn't have my compression socks ready by my Tuesday appointment, so it got rescheduled to next week. Another week of uncomfortable leg wraps. Still better than it was before they started.

Still no action on Lizzy's repair or Scarlett's charger.

I posted a Songs for Saturday yesterday -- the last post tagged with s4s was in January. I need to write more.

Linkies: Desolation (One Small Step) by Mike Whitaker made me cry. And from Friday, A Dandelion on the Seder Plate - Keshet For trans love and celebration.

And then there's What’s The Difference between Utopia, Eutopia and Protopia? In case you were wondering what Naomi's book -- subtitled "Stories from a protopian future" -- is all about.

Notes & links, as usual )

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... is Hurrian Hymn #6, addressed to the goddess Nikkal (wife of the moon god Nanna) and dates to around 1400 BCE.

Here it is on YouTube. The actual song, with lyrics in Hurrian and English, starts around 8:20. That's what I encountered first.

Here's an article on OpenCulture.com, which quite a few different videos; the first of which has the lyrics all on one screen (under the cut). I'm going to assume that the song is public domain. By a lot. The article has a quite a few good related links.

lyrics, if you don't want to click through: )

Thankful Thursday

Apr. 2nd, 2026 06:35 pm
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Today I am thankful for...

  • The successful launch of NASA's Artemis II mission.
  • Contact forms -- when they work.
  • The fact that I can dry-roast almonds in the microwave.
  • For that matter, microwave ovens. And convection ovens. And let's not forget dishwashers and other kitchen appliances we didn't have when I was a kid.
  • Blue cheese.

snafoolery

Apr. 1st, 2026 07:36 pm
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SNAFU #1: So I have an event in Portland this weekend that I bought my ticket for in November. Fast forward to February. I couldn't find my hotel reservation, so I made one at a hotel several miles from the event.

Fast forward some more to this week. I had a reminder in my calendar about a conveniently located hotel reservation that I thought I'd forgotten to make months ago. Sure enough, I'd misfiled it under "trans" instead of "travel". So I conferred with the Tickler, who's joining me, and cancelled the less convenient reservation. At least this SNAFU is taker care of.

SNAFU #2: For the above event, I need proof of the vaccination that I got in February. I had said proof, but I didn't know I'd need it and therefore recycled it. If I can't get said proof, I'll need to bring a COVID test.

SNAFU #3: The appliance installers were here again this afternoon. Yes, I have a 220V outlet in my kitchen, but the oven-and-induction-cooktop combo needs a 40A circuit breaker. The circuit breaker that it's plugged into is 20A. Why it only trips when the stove is not in use is a mystery. It was after hours by then, so the installers said I should call their boss tomorrow morning to figure out what in the hell we're going to do about this.

Rabbit rabbit rabbit!

Apr. 1st, 2026 09:19 am
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Welcome to March 32, 2026!

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But first: the breaker that my stove is plugged into tripped in the middle of the night. I'm pretty sure it wasn't in use the other two times it tripped, either. I've called the dealer.

The pre-surgery prep has begun in earnest. I spent yesterday getting a whole bunch of blood drawn and an EKG, and this morning I switched to dandruff shampoo. Yes, really, per the Sculptor's orders. My resting heart rate was even lower than it's been measured before – "half the normal rate", said Dr. Funnyname – but he figures that if I can exercise, which I do, I should be a-OK for getting my face rearranged. Hurrah!

Rather less hurrah is that I can't pluck anything anywhere or get sugared. Shaving only, with a single bladed razor, and not too closely. Haaate. But! See you all August.
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