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superlinguo · 1 year ago

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Barb Kelly

This time last year came the sudden, unexpected news of the death of Barbara F. Kelly's. Barb Kelly was one of my undergraduate lecturers, my principle PhD supervisor, and eventually a collaborator and friend. I have mentioned Barb in passing on the blog over the years, but now we've muddled through a year without her, I finally feel like I have some space to reflect on the fact she has been one of the most important influences the course of my life.

Barb was many things to many people. She managed to do this by being deeply curious about people, and had a devastatingly compelling ability to give you her full attention when you were talking with her. She was interesting because she was interested; her friendships, hobbies and tastes were eclectic and wide-ranging. There's a really beautiful obituary from our colleague Nick Evans that captures the story of Barb's life. This is my story of how Barb shaped me as a linguist, a researcher and a person.

I first encountered Barb when she was teaching in my final year of a Bachelor of Arts. The third year subject Language and Culture was a romp through kin terms, colour theory, names, primates, spatial systems, social intelligence, politeness, and so much more. Barb was an enthusiastic lecturer, with anecdotes, contextualisation and rich examples every week.

One week she introduced us to the topic of gesture. I was intrigued! How had I made it through a whole degree without encountering this work! (now that I write courses, I know how hard it is to find space in the curriculum for every topic worthy of attention, and gesture rarely features at all in undergraduate coursework). At the end of the lecture Barb said "this is one of my favourite topics. You're not allowed to do you're final assignment on this unless you see me first, because I don't want to read a bad assignment on this topic."

I still remember when I went to talk to her about it, and experienced the full intensity of the undivided attention of Barb Kelly for the first time. At some point, mildly bewildered by all this new reading, I wondered how we even knew that people paid attention to different types of gesture. "I always thought that would be a good topic for an honours thesis," Barb mentioned, before walking me back to something more manageable for a class paper.

[A brief time jump: The last time Barb and I caught up, it was getting to the end of the year and we were trying to avoid editing a paper. Somehow we got talking about the first time we met. Barb's main recollection was: "You were so weird." Barb thought it was very funny, but I also think that being interesting to Barb Kelly was a delightful compliment.]

A couple of weeks later, I went back and asked "could... I be the person who did that paper you mentioned?" At the very end of the final semester of my degree, I threw in my plans for a fourth year of Art History. I'm not usually one to change big plans so dramatically, but I decided that I wanted to do linguistics if I got to do the kind of linguistics Barb did. Of course, many years later when we were talking about it she laughed "I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want you to do it!"

That's how we got working on a small honours project to see what kinds of gestures and other movement people report that they pay attention to. It was an in-the-spirit replication of an old task Adam Kendon set up in the 1970s with a projector and silent film, but we used a computer and software that let people mark what they thought a gesture was (this became, many years later, Gawne & Kelly 2014). Just as I was finishing up data collection Barb disappeared. She had colorectal cancer and (although I didn't know this at the time) the prognosis was terrible.

At the end of that year I felt quite lost. I had finished the project, but didn't really know what to do next. I managed to get an office job for a while; it was fun to have a steady income after years of student life, but I got bored pretty quickly. I had planned a long nonsense holiday in Europe to distract myself. Barb had returned to work and I emailed her about catching up for coffee. I even fact-checked this in my email archive, and apparently I asked to "pick [her] brain about post-grad courses". It's easy to forget, with the benefit of hindsight, just how little idea I had of what I could do, what I should do or how I should go about making any of it happen. The only people I knew who had PhDs were the ones who taught me. I do remember we talked about where there was good work being done, the difference between Australian/UK and North American PhD programs and what kind of topics I might do. Barb then mentioned that she had a project she was working on and they were looking for someone do contribute by doing a PhD on evidential systems of a Tibeto-Burman language from Nepal. How was I meant to come up with a better idea than that? She promised me that her oncologist gave her at least the four years I needed to finish a PhD, because I am excessively practical and Barb had a very good sense of humour. I mailed my application to do a PhD at The University of Melbourne from a post office in Malta while on my holiday. I only mention this because it sounds very nonsense and like something form the 1930s.

[A disclaimer here: I usually strongly discourage students from staying at their undergaduate institution for graduate study. But I also point out I'm a giant hypocrite and staying at UoM to work with Barb was a good decision for me. Please take into account the survivor bias. Barb believed in me and that was more useful than anything another institution could have provided]

The week before I started my PhD with Barb, we caught up off campus with Sara, another PhD student who was about to start working with Barb. Barb used it as an opportunity to explain to us that even though a PhD would be big and demanding and important, it was also important that we didn't let it stop us living the rest of our lives, "if you need to, take a break to tour with a band or have a kid, that's important too" I was worried she was maybe expecting I had time to start a band as well as do a PhD? but it also left a lasting impression on me. She was so good at talking through the linguistic content of what I was doing, but also socialising me into the expectations of academia, while being realistic about life also happening. With Rachel Nordlinger as co-supervisor and Jill Wigglesworth as chair, they were an amazing, sometimes slightly terrifying, dream team who took their roles as supervisors, teachers and mentors seriously.

After my PhD, Barb joined me in the work with Andrea Berez-Kroker on data management. We also tinkered away on other things; including getting my honours thesis published. She helped me plan job applications, and even loaned me her office when I had video interviews. When I left Melbourne for post-docs we'd meet in different corners of the world. She was supportive and practical during many of my less optimistic moments while I was precariously employed. I enjoyed that my postdoc work allowed me to return to gesture, and spend more time doing lingcomm stuff, while still continuing to do work on evidentials and language documentation. Having Barb as a role-model mean that I normalised having a range of interests as a strength. I still spend a lost of time at a desk, but it's as far away as possible from the monotonous office job I left to come back to do a PhD.

In late 2020 Barb had a cardiac arrest. When La Trobe offered me an ongoing job in that same week, I apologised to her for texting her while she was in ICU. Obviously this is important because I'm the protagonist of my own story, even though it's a story about Barb, but I also wanted to mention it because a recurring theme in conversations over the last year has been "but, even when she technically *died* she still came back", which hasn't really helped things sink in.

I am pretty much the age Barb was when we first met. And, a couple of years into a tenured teaching/research role, I'm in a similar place professionally. And that's very much thanks to Barb. Without Barb I would not have done honours in linguistics, and I would not have come back to do a PhD. I wouldn't have been ready to face the grueling academic job market, and I wouldn't have normalised the importance of having more in life to define you than your job.

I miss talking with Barb all the time. There have been moments in the last year when I've been introducing someone to the bouba/kiki test, writing about my favourite gesture papers or talking through a problem a grad student is having with their writing, and I get to continue Barb's passion and enthusiasm. I am so grateful for the influence she has had on me as a linguist, teacher, supervisor and human, and I'm grateful I get to pass that on.

Co-authored papers This is a list of all the published papers for which we were co-authors. I'm proud that they represent a good range of our shared interests across gesture studies, language documentation, and data management. We have one more forthcoming paper, a handbook chapter on discourse in Tibeto-Burman languages, which is the other major area of shared interest that carried through my PhD work and beyond.

Gawne, Lauren, Chelsea Krajcik, Helene N. Andreassen, Andrea L. Berez-Kroeker & Barbara F. Kelly. 2019. Data Transparency and Citation in the Journal Gesture. Gesture 18(1): 83–109. https://doi.org/10.26181/5f57fddc85ebb [Superlinguo blog post]

Berez-Kroeker, A.L., L. Gawne, S. Kung, B.F. Kelly, T. Heston, G. Holton, P. Pulsifer, D. Beaver, S. Chelliah, S. Dubinsky, R. Meier, N. Thieberger, K. Rice & A. Woodbury. 2018. Reproducible Research in linguistics: A position statement on data citation and attribution in our field. Linguistics 56(1): 1-17. https://doi.org/10.1515/ling-2017-0032 [Superlinguo blog post]

Gawne, L., B.F. Kelly, A.L. Berez- Kroeker & T. Heston. 2017. Putting practice into words: The state of data and methods transparency in grammatical descriptions. Language Documentation & Conservation 11: 157-189. [OA PDF] [Superlinguo blog post]

Gawne, L. & B.F. Kelly. 2014. Revisiting ‘significant action and gesture categorisation. Australian Journal of Linguistics 34 (2): 216-233. https://doi.org/10.26181/5e4b684d8f1e9

Gawne, L., B.F. Kelly & A. Unger . 2010. Gesture categorisation and understanding speaker attention to gesture. In Y. Treis & R. De Busser (Eds), Selected papers from the 2009 conference of the Australian Linguistic Society. Melbourne: La Trobe University. [PDF]

#language #linguistics #Barb stories #PhD

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thecrimsoncrow · 1 year ago

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About zabrak

Okay, so I'm primarily a lurker on here. But I found out something interesting and I thought it'd be neat to share it with y'all.

So, I was doing some research for my final project about nightsisters for my Star Wars class (Yes, that is a real 3 credit course at my college) when I came across this channel. I know, it has 4k subs, and a lot of its videos range around the hundred. I didn't think this channel would be a good source. That was til I looked their archived interviews and recognized a few names of big Star Wars creators.

There's Dave Wolverton (The author of The Courtship of Princess Leia, the book which Dathomir and its witches debuted in. I actually used/referenced this in my essay), Daniel Wallace (Another big Star Wars author who wrote some essential guides), three separate interviews of John Jackson Miller (Author of the legends Kenobi book), they even got interviews with Sam Witwer and James Arnold Taylor. Forgive me for not recognizing the rest of the names, but there's just so many.

But what really got my attention was the interview with Ryder Windham, the author of The Wrath of Darth Maul, a book we Maul fans absolutely love. While I was listening, Windham said something interesting around the 23 minute mark:

" . . . someone decided that Darth Maul was a zabrak, and it was a word I made up. It has nothing - there's no history behind it beyond that . . "

This got me, honestly. The guy who wrote Maul's origin story also came up with the name of his near-human species?? Of course, because I was still iffy if this podcast was legit or not, I had to look for myself. There's not a whole lot, but I did find this article interview of Windham back 2012 about The Wrath of Darth Maul, and him coming up with zabrak was further explained:

"However, I did have an indirect impact on Maul's background. In 1998, Running Press hired me to write Star Wars: Episode I Who's Who, and for that book, Lucasfilm encouraged me to create names of species and homeworlds as well as brief biographies for various members of the Jedi Council and also the Podracers. I came up with the word Zabrak to describe Eeth Koth's species, and then another writer decided that the similarly horned-headed Darth Maul should also be a Zabrak. When I first heard a character say 'Zabrak' on The Clone Wars, I had to grin at that."

Again, this source is also weird because it's on a .net Star Wars fan site, and a lot of the punctuation is filled with questions marks rather than, you know, proper punctuation, but it's still interesting that two separate sources confirmed the same thing.

Y'all can ignore if you can't believe it; I don't blame you. Everything's linked if you wanna check them out yourself. But I thought I would share these findings because I don't think I've seen people talk about this in posts about The Wrath of Darth Maul.

#star wars #darth maul #maul #the wrath of darth maul #zabrak #nightsisters of dathomir #star wars books

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ilbound · 1 year ago

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quarterly check-in time ( + some house-keeping ) ! it is now the halfway mark of my semester and i am realizing how nanami ( jjk ) coded i am bc i - to the extreme - min-max my time to maximize my academic output. work-life balance ? not in this house ; only work. as always , feel free to skip over this or read this at your leisure , but i will preface there’s a somewhat IMPORTANT note at the end.

i was invited to join symposium day in april. which , again , is another major honor on my part , but i declined bc - full disclosure - i am not a man who does well with public speaking. so , while i would’ve appreciated the accreditation of speaking , i also know that i would’ve stood at the podium , shook like a leaf and been so nervous that i made ( very bad ) jokes the entire presentation of my research projects OR i would’ve spoken so quietly they would’ve had to turn my mic ALL THE WAY UP bc no-one could hear my stupid ass as i mumbled through the whole thing. the board member who was inviting me was like , “you know , i don’t think you give yourself enough credit” and i had to sit with that for a little while.

remember when i said i was accepted into the Psi Chi honors society ? well , golly gee , there’s A FEE for membership ! how dare you want my time and my commitment and then demand my nonexistent money. absolute malarkey.

in moral theology i want to report that whenever the prof brings up sociology and/or psychology , he IMMEDIATELY does the *pauses , looks at me in the front row* “... mav?” IN LIKE. the most expectant way. bc he knows i have input on the subject. i’m the resident nerd ig. NOT LIKE I’M THE ONLY PSYCH MAJOR IN THAT CLASS BTW. i’m just the only one with a big mouth.

i’ve noticed i have a rapport with several professors on-campus now … like , they will actually stop and wave to me when they see me or flag me down to talk to me and i *clenches fist* it makes me so happy. it’s wild to come to the realization that these people genuinely GIVE A SHIT about me and how my education is going , i’ll say it.

as for my house-keeping tidbit : i cannot believe that i have to remind everyone about smth that is stated NUMEROUS TIMES in my rules , about smth that i make evident whenever we talk ooc - please , my compatriots in christ , COMMUNICATE . in lieu of being hard-blocked by a now ex-mutual who i perceived as a ( good ) friend , over … i truly do not know what … i was so blindsided by this , i nearly deleted my blog out of shock and anxiety. we are all adults , and none of us are mind-readers. if ever there is a concern or smth you need to tell me , just do so !! this is not meant as a vague , nor is meant to be a vent , but i do want to make clear that i am always open to being approached. thank you.

#❧ ⸺ update | ooc ❞#❧ ⸺ you’ve gone maverick‚ maverick ! | ooc ❞#half way point let's go brothers #re the important note : just ... pls keep it in mind #anyways !!#spring break this upcoming week sooo...#shall we write ? shall we serve c*nt and do replies ?#no idea tbh my creative drive has been slaughtered lately #but i do always have motivation to plot

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twstchaos · 2 years ago

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“Bad Boy”

Because exactly zero people asked for this, here is the first ever TWST piece that I wrote back in March 2022 it’s on google docs so i got the exact date and time for reference. So, here is my one and only TWST x Reader that was fueled by pure indulgence.

Character: Riddle Rosehearts

Word Count: 1949

Gender Neutral (in second person), Suggestive (near the end), Intentional OOC

Please enjoy~

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Scribble. Scratch. Flip. Flip. Scribble. Scribble.

As Professor Crewel prattled on about the importance of properly mixing the ingredients for this week’s Potionology lesson, you were jotting down notes on a particularly interesting potion: a transformation draught, specifically one to change a person’s personality. Thank the Seven that you already had completed your required participation for the week, because you would have been reprimanded by not just the professor but also Riddle for not paying attention.

Speaking of Riddle, you and him have been dating each other for the past few months, and he just so happened to be the target of your potion-researching endeavor. You dearly loved the red headed queen of Heartslabyul, but his innocence only did so much to cause flustering…mainly on his side. You loved his innocence, but you wanted some out of him, something different. You desperately wanted to witness Riddle be the exact opposite of his usual behavior at least once in your relationship.

“[Name], what are you doing?” Riddle interrupted your fervent note-taking, having noticed from inattention for a while. You quickly slammed your notebook shut, blocking the chapter from his view.

“N-Nothing,” you stuttered, fumbling with your pen. “Just taking notes.” He was not amused by your response, but–then again–it was technically the truth.

Later on in the week, your Alchemy class was assigned to concoct that week’s potion assignment. You had not prepared for it at all. Luckily, your boyfriend–the top student of your year–was your partner for your experiment and had taken perfect notes on the potion. You decided that you would take this chance to work on your side project as well. As Riddle worked on the assignment, you worked on your potion…much to his chagrin. You would make this up to him, but now you had your guilty pleasure to focus on.

Fortunately, it was quick and easy work for the both of you, having completed both of your respective potions before the end of the class. You carefully bottled up your vial of the murky liquid and slipped it into the pocket for your jacket. For later. Professor Crewel circled around the classroom, grading each and every groups’ potion. When he stopped at your table, he promptly graded the potion that Riddle made, giving you both good marks despite the fact that you did nothing to help Riddle make the potion. Class was then dismissed, and you began to pack up your things and leave. Riddle watched you. A glare evident on his countenance. Just as you were about to walk away, he grabbed your wrist.

“[Name], why didn’t you help me?” You felt bad. You knew you should have helped a smidge, but you had your own thing to attend to, which somehow Riddle did not seem to notice…?

“Sorry.” You grabbed the pocket that you hid the vial in. “I was distracted by something.” His glare softened, looking at you with concern.

“If you need someone to talk to, you know I will always be there to lend you an ear.”

“I know, and I appreciate it, Riddle.” You smiled at him, truly grateful for his supportiveness. Now to ruin it.

–

You slowly tipped the potion vial, letting a few small droplets of the liquid contained inside to drip into the strawberry tart filling mix. Normally, your tarts would be perfect enough to beat Trey’s in Riddle’s opinion, but this additional ingredient might make the treat less than stellar. After mixing in and incorporating the potion, you poured the filling into the crust and allowed it to set for a while.

Once the tart was complete, you topped it off with a strawberry cut to resemble a heart, the perfect topping for the Heartslabyul housewarden. Carefully setting it into a box, you brought it out to the garden for your date with Riddle. Hopefully Riddle would forgive you for what you are about to do to him. You walked over to the Heartslabyul rose garden.

“You’re late for a very important date,” Riddle teased, taking your hand to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. A romantic gesture that you hoped would never go away.

“I know, I know.” He helped you down onto the blanket that was laid out. You had begged Riddle for days to have a classic picnic-style date instead of the usual tea time date. Riddle emptied out the picnic basket that he had Trey prepare for him, laying out the plates and tea set. Just as he was about to bring out the tarts that Trey baked, you stopped him, placing a hand over his.

“I baked a tart. For you. Special.” You handed the boxed tart to him, which Riddle opened. He smiled, admiring the strawberry-cut heart that was so lovingly baked for him. You handed him a fork to eat the tart with as you continued to take out the rest of the basket’s contents, filling his tea cup with the tea he had prepared.

“Thank you, [Name].” With a big smile on his face, Riddle took a huge bite from the tart. But that smile was short-lived, instantly dropping into a grimace. “What is that? It tastes tart and–” He gagged. “Gamy.” He dropped the potioned tart while reaching for his tea cup to wash away the awful taste in his mouth.

“Geez, is it really that bad? I guess I should not have tried that new recipe,” you lied, pouring Riddle more tea to cleanse his palate.

“Yeah, probably no–” He gagged again, covering his mouth with his hand. “Ugh, I feel sick.”

“I’m so sorry!” You apologized, fanning him with your hand. “Here, let me take you to your room.” You helped him up from the blanket, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Hopefully this was just a side effect from the potion and not you accidentally poisoning your boyfriend.

–

You were worried as everyone around you whispered the same thing: Where was Riddle? After you dropped him off in his room and waited for him to fall asleep, you quickly left the dorm to pack up the forgotten picnic and scurried back to your dorm. You have not heard anything about how Riddle was doing, but no news is good news…right?

SLAM!

The heavy classroom door swung open to reveal Riddle!? His face seemed to be stuck in a permanent smirk with his hair a tousled mess, the furthest thing from his normal neatness. Even his clothes looked haphazardly put on. Did it work?

“Riddle, are you o–”

“Sup, [Name].” He noisily took his seat next to yours, giving you a mischievous wink. Oh yeah, the potion worked. Your cheeks began to heat up from the embarrassment. You longed to be this flustered by your boyfriend, but boy, did it come too early in the day.

The classroom erupted into an explosion of whispers all about Riddle’s nearly late entrance and new attitude. You watched Riddle with a side glance as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and giving it a shake. Great Seven, he looked so hot. He flashed you a confident smile. You blushed.

“With Mr. Rosehearts uncharacteristic entrance,” Professor Trein started. “Let us begin today’s lecture.” …wait? How long does the potion last?

–

After the half of the day’s classes concluded, the students were dismissed to lunch. As both you and Riddle headed towards the cafeteria to purchase some food, you were flanked by constant whispers and mumbles about Riddle and his attitude change. You were mostly worried about how long your heart would be able to last Riddle’s forward affection. You swear you almost had ten heart attacks in the past few classes from his flirting.

You entered into the cafeteria with Riddle’s arm wrapped around your waist, something he would NOT be caught doing in public. This was evident by all of the shocked expressions the two of you were given, especially from a certain quartet from a certain dormitory.

“What is this?” Ace asked while scooting over to make more room for both you and Riddle. Cater eyed you carefully as a knowing smirk grew on his face.

“What? Am I not allowed to show my affection for my significant other?” Riddle scoffed, pulling you into his lap. Your face perfectly matched his hair. KYAAAAA!

“SHIHIHIHI!” Laughter erupted from behind Riddle’s back. “You’re as red as him.” Ruggie appeared in view, waving around a plastic-wrapped menchi katsu sandwich.

“Just like a perfectly red rose.” Riddle mused, tightening his embrace around you. Oh Great Seven, you got it bad.

“What is up with the Housewarden? Deuce asked, taking a bite of his lunch.

“Yeah, this is very off.” Ace agreed.

Cater chuckled, enjoying the show. “Come on, guys. Let’s let them have their fun.”

–

You felt an odd enjoyment in breaking many of the Queen of Hearts’s rules with the fervent enforcer of said rules. This was a rare spectacle to behold for sure. Riddle took your hand with his oh-so-perfect smile that made your heart skip several beats. Together, you walked down the hallway to your next period.

BLAM!

Gray eyes met with your own. A devilish smirk decorated Riddle’s face as he trapped you in a kabedon.

“Don’t think that I forgot about you not helping me on the assignment yesterday.” Riddle was definitely taking advantage of your flusteredness. “You will be punished for that, babe.” Oh, Great Seven. You were a blushing red mess as you made your way into the classroom.

–

Finally, the school day was over. You most definitely did not expect the potion to work and be so potent. Riddle was practically dragging you to Heartslabyul to finish yesterday’s date. He led you to his dorm room with the most mischievous smirk. Guess, this potion was far from being over. Once you had your things settled in his room, Riddle wasted no time in pushing you down on his bed…delivering your punishment. As if in slow motion, you watched as he painstakingly brought his lips down to yours. But at the very moment your lips would have connected, his face flushed into a deep red. Even more red than his hair, and you never thought that was even possible.

Riddle sputtered out incoherent noises, leaving you to wonder how it was even possible to verbalize keyboard smashing.

“I–How–What?” He scooted away from you, fanning himself to calm his nerves.

“Riddle, are you okay?” You pulled him into a tight embrace.

“[Name], what was in that tart?” Riddle gave you that look. The one that was normally reserved for Ace and Deuce’s shenanigans.

You twiddled your thumbs, looking away from him. “A potion that would change your personality,” you squeaked.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

–

“And, that is the story about how I ended up with this collar.” You ended your explanation of how the Housewarden of Heartslabyul’s significant other demolished everyone’s belief by getting collared.

“D-Did you have to say that last part?” Riddle was back to his normal blushing self. The self that you fell for and loved dearly.

–

Bonus:

Riddle was acutely aware of all of the Queen’s rules that he broke while he was under your potion, debating if his own unique magic would work on himself. He folded his hands as he contemplated the inner workings of his own spell.

“If my magic disrupts one’s ability to use magic, would the magic contradict itself and not work or would i–”

“Riddle, it is too late at night for your rambling,” you whined, pulling him into bed.

“You, be quiet,” he lovingly scolded. “If it wasn’t for your potion, I would not be thinking about this.” You equally lovingly rolled your eyes.

“Just go to sleep.”

#michi writes #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland #disney twst

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imraespace · 3 months ago

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What a stressful week. LET ME TELL YOU IMARA OMG RANT/VENT

on Wednesday, we had a English presentation so I had to make the presentation slide the night before maybe and it was my fault for being too lazy because I didn't make the presentation slide earlier BUT it was it was oh my god?!!!! it was a GROUP PROJECT but it felt like Iwas doing— no I was really doing everything from the research to the report to the presentation slides—I did everything; I don't know why they couldn't do the presentations like without waiting for me.

And during the presentation only me and another teammate was ready to do the presentation while the other two, i really don't know they look so clueless???? I SENT THE SLIDES AT 1AM, THEY COULD LOOK AT IT AND MAKE THEIR SCRIPT IN THE MORNING SINCE THE ENGLISH CLASS WAS AT 1PM BUT NO?? THE OTHER GIRL DIDN'T EVEN LOOK AT THE GROUP CHAT AND ASKED ME "WHAT'S MY PART???" and I'm like "huh"???

i already took the longest part of the presentation and gave you the right to choose BUT minutes before the presentation they asked me?

- 🐱

IM HEREE

man thats so real.. BUT FOR A GROUP PROJECT? WHY DIDNT THEY DO ANYTHING TF lazy ass ppl😒

SO WHAT IF YOU DIDNT DO IT? NO PRESENTATION AND IM SURE THEY WILL BLAME YOUR OR EACH OTHER that's why group projects sucks fr

ARE THEY NOT EMBARRASSED I would've been pissed fr..

GROUP PROJECTS EITHER SUCKS SO BAD OR IS GREAT IF YOU GET THE RIGHT PPL BUT MOSTLY ITS JUST PPL WHO MAKES YOU DRAG YOUR FEET I HAVE BOTH AND THE ONE WHO MADE ME DRAG MY FEET girl literally joined the call but didn't do anything WE NEEDED HER INFORMATION TO MAKE THE DAMN GROUO REPORT BUT SHES PRETENDJNG TI BE THERE SO I MADE UP SOMETHING ID ITS WRONF THEN not my fault

IT SUCKS BUT REALLY YOU WANT A GOOD MARK SO USE ALL THE PATIENCE YOU HAVE AND WORK THROUGH IT BC AT THE END YOULL BE HAPPY ABT DOING WHAT YOU NEEDED TO DO AND GET A GREAT MARK HONESTLY THEY SHOUOD BE GRATEFUL TO HAVE YOU🙄 lucky ass ppl😒

I hope your presentation went well pookiepoo😞

#imraesrandom #imraes inbox !#- 🐱anon #imraespace -♡

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Start Classes: Begin your journey towards becoming a CNA!

Real Success Stories

Many students have ⁣transformed their⁣ lives through the‌ Maxine Waters CNA Program. ⁢Here are a couple of inspiring case studies:

Case Study 1: Lisa H.

Lisa, a single mother of two, enrolled in the program after realizing her passion for nursing. After completing her training,‌ she quickly passed the certification exam and secured a job at a local nursing home. Lisa now supports her family ⁣comfortably while making a difference in her community.

Case Study 2: James R.

James served in the military before joining the Maxine Waters CNA Program.⁣ With the program’s support, he honed his skills and transitioned into healthcare seamlessly. Today, James works as a CNA, finding fulfillment in caring for patients and sharing his experiences with fellow veterans.

First-Hand Experiences from Current Students

To get a sense of the program’s impact, let’s hear from some current ‍students:

Student ‌Testimonials

“The hands-on training I⁢ received was invaluable. I felt completely prepared for my certification exam!” – Sarah K.

“The instructors were incredibly supportive, and the community feel made ‌learning enjoyable.” – Mark T.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. How long‌ does the program take to complete?

The Maxine Waters CNA Program typically takes between 6 to 8 weeks, depending on your enrollment⁤ status.

2. Is financial aid available?

Yes! Financial assistance options are available for qualifying students. Check‌ with the admissions office for more details.

3. What is the job outlook for CNAs?

The demand for CNAs continues to grow, with‍ many job opportunities available in various ⁤healthcare settings. According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, employment is ‍projected to grow by 8% from 2019 to 2029.

Practical Tips for Success in the Program

To maximize your success in the Maxine Waters CNA Program, consider these practical tips:

Stay Organized: Keep track of assignments and deadlines.

Engage in Class: Ask questions and participate actively in discussions.

Network: Build connections with⁢ instructors and fellow students.

Practice Skills: Take advantage of lab⁢ opportunities to‌ practice what you learn.

Conclusion

The⁤ Maxine Waters CNA ‌Program is ⁣an excellent opportunity to unlock ⁢your future in the healthcare industry. With exceptional training, dedicated instructors, and‍ a supportive community, you can achieve your goal of becoming a Certified Nursing Assistant. Don’t wait any ⁢longer—take the first step towards a rewarding career by enrolling in the program today! Your future in healthcare awaits!

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This week marks the end of the first quarter of the semester. As such, I’m going to take this opportunity to summarize what I’ve accomplished so far.

Before I begin, a brief background:

History

Earlier in my college career, I took a class in which I learned the basics of Unreal Engine 5 by creating a single level of a video game. I decided to center around the theme of puzzle-platforming, and I called it “CapyQuest,” since one of the elements of the game was a capybara blocking your path.

Later on, I took an intro to animation class, where my final project was a sort of music video starring, you guessed it, capybaras!

It’d become sort of a theme at that point, and I had dreams of improving my skills and creating a legitimate CapyQuest game.

Well, that’s my current project! At least, sort of. This project is a demo level, but I do plan on working on creating a full game of it in the not-too-distant future.

So, I asked myself…

Problem Statement: How can I design an engaging, stylized 3D environment with interactive animals for a game demo using Maya and Unreal Engine?

Here’s a quick list of everything I wanted to accomplish this semester.

Create a fun, diverse 3D landscape environment for a player to explore

Populate the landscape with trees, rocks, and other custom assets

Set up and utilize Runtime Virtual Textures (RVTs)

Create several unique 3D modeled capybara characters that can be interacted with

Create a dialogue system with an appealing and comprehensive UI

Since I had such little experience in map creation for UE5, I decided to use an online course to guide me as I created the environment. The capybaras and dialogue system will be created based on my own prior knowledge and some supplementary research.

Here is what I’ve accomplished in this project so far:

Concept Art

I created a few pieces of concept art to give myself a better idea of what to work towards, as well as testing out different designs for some assets.

RVTs and Landscape

Setting up the landscape was pretty simple. I had drawn some maps to block out the area, then used it as a reference to sculpt and paint a landscape in UE5.

I’ve also set up RVTs, though I haven’t utilized them yet.

Trees

I spent some time modeling, sculpting, importing, and texturing a few different tree assets. For the leaves, I made a material that allows me to create instances, in which I can adjust the color, shadow color and saturation, highlights, leaf shape/size, and wind animations. At this time, I still have not finished texturing the trunks, though I plan to work on that this week.

That’s about it so far! While it may not seem like a lot, I’ve got a very solid base and am perfectly on schedule. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be working on rocks, larger landscape pieces, grass, flowers, wind VFX, and 3D modeling capybaras, as well as writing dialogue.

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patriciuamdhay · 10 months ago

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A Day in the Life: Embracing Digital and Smart Technology as a Student

Digital and smart technologies have merged smoothly into our everyday lives in today's fast-paced world, transforming the ways in which we work, learn, and interact with others. These advanced tools have been my constant companions as a student navigating the academic environment, keeping me connected, productive, and organized at all times.

The soft beep of my smartphone alarm clock usually marks the beginning of a new day for me. I use a calendar app to quickly glance at my daily agenda and make sure I'm ready for any upcoming tasks or online meetings. I use my phone to entertain myself or review my upcoming quizzes or exams while traveling in a jeepney to school, and I reach my destination without any trouble.

My laptop or cellphone becomes my main research and note-taking device in the lecture. I can easily locate important documents, journals, and study materials to enhance my learning due to my access to a variety of digital resources and online resources. I also use digital note-taking applications during lectures to write down important points, mark slides, and arrange my ideas in an organized manner.

The use of smart technology in the classroom and beyond keeps improving my educational experience. On the internet collaboration platforms like Canva sharing, Google Docs, Google Meetings, and others let me work together with my peers on group projects and also do my online classes without any trouble at all, even if we're not in the same place. These systems make it easier to communicate and manage workflows for discussing ideas, sharing information, and holding virtual meetings.

I enjoy some leisure activities as the day draws to a close, which is made possible by digital entertainment offerings. These digital platforms offer countless chances for enjoyment and relaxation, whether I'm playing video games with my brothers, listening to my music playlist, or watching my favorite TV series or movies on Netflix.

Throughout the day, smart devices like smartwatches and fitness trackers help me stay mindful of my health and well-being. These gadgets help me live a more balanced and active lifestyle by tracking my daily steps, heart rate, and sleep habits, as well as reminding me to drink enough of water and take breaks.

All things considered, digital and smart technology have become indispensable parts of my academic experience, enabling me to study, work with others, and prosper in a world that is becoming more interconnected by the day. I can now confidently and effectively handle the hurdles of academia while enjoying moments of joy and leisure along the way, all thanks to my embrace of these modern tools and services.

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daystobook · 11 months ago

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Day 1: The Cooking of Books

Running Comments About This Blog

The first physical and emotional feeling that arose when I wrote the title of this log was fear.

What if 'Day 1' becomes Day 10000 and I still don't have a book published?

Then I realised that it's highly unlikely, because I'd have enough notes from this blog to club into an expansive enough book, even if it might not be best-seller and coveted like Chetan Bhagat's or Amish Tripathi's books.

Also I'm in a dilemma. Do I have to write here daily? I guess for now, I'll write when I am able to read something or when I've made progress in writing. This is some serious commitment.

The Cooking 👨🏽‍🍳 of Books 📚

A couple of days back, I finished Ramachandra Guha's book The Cooking of Books, A Literary Memoir. First book that I read of him. I couldn't put the book down, perhaps because

The research sources for the basis of entire book were letters

It was endearing epistolary account of a 40 years old friendship.

The friendship span across discussions, feedback, arguments, wit, banter, puns, satire and occasional sharing of personal feelings.

Rukun, My Hero

I felt close and related to Rukun Advani, especially because of his perky and sardonic comments, standing up for his opinions in wit, and his reticent nature. I quit my job some months back and these quotes from his letters hit hard. I was like, 'yeah bro, same' (if Rukun ever reads this, he's most likely to say, 'what an arse.')

1994

All is on 'hold' in OUP(Oxford University Press) until the Great White Men arrive this month to settle exactly how OUP's publishing schedule should be structured, organised, prioritised, etc. Two more editors have left, leaving only us old diehards who're too tired & ensconced to decamp. This place needs to invest in fresh blood on decent salaries, but [the Managing Director]'s investments are all in wood, gloss, machinery and salesmen on low salaries.

To prevent him from quitting, Rukun was made Academic Publishing Director and his salary doubled.

Dec 1996

...this job is actually quite taxing — travel here and there, looking at bottomlines…badgering [his boss, the new MD] for personnel, machinery and the other resources required to keep academic publishing chugging along, meeting & soothing sundry irate authors when their projects are rejected or delayed, & generally all the dreariness that goes with less ungenerous salaries.

June 1999

after working for OUP for 15 years.

My heart isn't in this OUP job any more. I'm clear the only reason I'm here is the need to earn a decent sum. The moment I don't need that, or an attractive alternative happens to come along. I'll leave. That may not happen for quite long, but at least it'll take no further reflection to move on when it does. I'm producing books and managing the academic business mechanically, like a zombie, without zest. It's a case of being browned off doing the same damn thing for too long.

browned off: annoyed irritated, or dissatisfied.

Towards the end of the book there was a very interesting side-to-side listing down of opposite nature attributes of Shashi Tharoor and Rukun Advani ( both of who studied in St. Stephen's in the same batch ).

Both ranked first in their class – Tharoor in History, Advani in English – but there the resemblance ended. Shashi was, even in college, very much a public man, debating, acting, becoming president of the Wodehouse Society and the Quiz Club before being elected president of the College Union. He was charming and outgoing, but, from the start, ferociously ambitious. Shashi wanted to make a mark in the world, quicker and more dramatically than any Stephanian (or perhaps any Indian) before him. Whereas Rukun had no ambition to become well known. In college, all he wanted to do was read, listen to music, and have one-on-one conversations with friends. In OUP, all he wanted to do was edit books; while he glorified in the success of his authors, he never remotely wanted to take any credit for this.

The Marvellous Mrs. Maisel, Rukun and Anuradha Roy

Rukun and his wife Anuradha Roy quit OUP, because the new MD didn't let them work together in the academic division. He said that couples couldn't. WHAAAAAT? This reminds me of when Gordon Ford ( played by Reid Scott ), in The Marvellous Mrs. Maisel, didn't allow 'Midge' Maisel ( played by Rachel Brosnahan ) to do stand up comedy — when she finally got a chance to appear on Gordon's talk show, through lobbying with a person whom Gordon couldn't say no to — and instead forced her to appear only for a small section of the show as 'one of the writers of the show,' which was Midge's day job. He didn't allow it because it was a 'rule' that employees don't appear on the show.

When they shifted to Ranikhet and started operating the new publishing company Permanent Black ( a play on the situation which compelled them to quit from OUP ) that they started, Rukun had been the happiest.

In the hills, running his own show, Rukun was happier than he had ever been. A letter he sent me in June 2011 says it all. I had couriered Rukun an essay by the literary historian Rob Nixon, which I thought would interest him. A fortnight passed and he hadn't acknowledged receipt, so I sent an email about this. Rukun's reply began: "The Rob Nixon preface had been given to our dhobi by the postman, so it came in with the washed clothes last evening. Our cottage is at the forest edge and the postman doesn't feel like venturing so far in the monsoon. These are the endearing and infuriating things about Ranikhet. Everyone is laid back and going nowhere and mystified by urgency. After living here a while, this attitude makes sense and Delhi seems even more awful."

Playing With Time

One of the literary features of the book is that it's almost chronological but not really. I binged watched Death and Other Details. Suggested by @ojask1998 I very closely studied the temporal play – same amount of time shown from different people's eyes, or through the director's. The showing of time kept going back and forth to make it spicy. Each step back in time covered details, each forward built anticipation, and vice versa. Guha's book also played around with time a little bit, going forward a bit, the coming back.

I think the reason this works is because our memory is non-linear and makes perception of seemingly linear time so as well (not taking into account the scientific non linearity of time). It was done, I think, to collate things that made sense together.

The book was generously lent by my dear friend Amrita. I had asked for the book in Blossoms Book Store in Bangalore. There was confusion among the wonderful staff as to where the book was. 1st floor personnel said it was on the 2nd(non fiction floor). 2nd floor staff said it was on the ground floor. It lay behind the paying counter, amidst other books – the only copy for the day. I picked it up, turned around, looked at the price, and sadly compared it with the number of pages and returned it.

The first few pages mentioned Ram Guha's favourite research place — Prime Minister Library ( erstwhile 'Nehru Memorial Library' ) in Delhi. We added it in the itinerary for the next day, which @ojask1998 had meticulously planned for us. I had not seen Delhi much and she put together places to see. We didn't ask the security in the first meeting where the library was. We instead took the right, toward the fancy and frankly non-sensical museum, which we chucked to ask for library. When we reached, we realised we just had to take a left. Sadly (for us, on that bright beautiful onset of summer day, where we had dreamy expectations), we couldn't see the library because only members could go in. And from what we were told, only scholars and researchers were mostly given membership. I didn't inquire, though I wanted to, if membership was available for common folk like us as well. Now I think, why didn't I. I think the sun had sucked our energy and we were tired from the accidental detour. But it was refreshing to see a place I had just read about, my eye gleaming.

Later in the book I was irate and sad to read that when UPA had come to power, the Library became a centre ground of political gimmicks, with choosing a Congress Party loyalist as its new Director, who even let birthday parties be organised on campus. Guha had repeatedly urged prime minister Manmohan Singh, right from the moment the position had become vacant, to responsibly and transparently hire someone competent, even if not a scholar themself.

One of the things, perhaps the only thing, that kept my reading afloat and eager, was Rukun's humour. Telling about his friend Vipin Handa,

He taught English for some years, edited an arts journal, and resisted for long the disease to which Indians generally succumb early and which is known as SIMPLEA (Standard Indian Middle-class Parental Pleading: All Good Boys must become Babus. All Good Girls must become Bahus. Both must conjoin and produce Babas)

Social History of Cricket 🤯

It was interesting to know a little bit about social history of cricket, when Guha had started researching about it.

While living in Delhi I had begun sporadic research on the social history of Indian cricket, taking time off from my Elwin work to look at microfilms of old newspapers in the Nehru Memorial Museum and Library. Back in the early years of the twentieth century, before India was accepted as a Test-playing nation, the major domestic cricket tournament was the Bombay Quadrangular, played between teams representing the Europeans, the Parsis, the Hindus, and the Muslims. This ran from 1912 to the 1940s, becoming a Pantagular along the way, with the addition of a fifth team carrying the splendid name of 'The Rest'.

While taking notes on the newspaper coverage of this tournament, I had focused not so much on the cricket as the politics around it. This included the politics of race – how did the ruling whites react if they lost a match?; the politics of cast – if the best cricketer in the Hindu team was born in an Untouchable home, could he be made its captain?; and the politics of religion – did the existence of separate cricket teams for Hindus and Muslims fuel political rivalry between the two communities.

A 9-5 Mandate for a University Professor. Whaaat?!

However, whereas my jobs in Delhi had given me the freedom to occasionally work in the archives or at home, the one institution that offered me a professorship in Bangalore – the National Law School – insisted that I come there every day from Monday to Friday, arriving not later than 9.30 a.m. and leaving not before 5 p.m. That was a condition I was not prepared to meet, so I chose to abandon the safety of a tenured academic position for the uncertain life of an independent writer. The financial and moral support of my wife was crucial in my taking this decision; although, I suppose, the inspiring example of Verrier Elwin, that author of enduring works of scholarship who never had a job, also played a part.

Advice That Rukun Gave to Guha That Stuck With Me

Even 'however' and 'so to speak', placed in the middle of a nicely fluid sentence, can make it sound pontifical. Quieter, straighter, unbroken sentences are generally a lot more attractive. The need to sound authoritative is an academic ailment which should be replaced by the subtler desire to sound tentatively certain.

Endearing Nuggest of Uselessness

Lastly, I have a thing for the superfluous in life. OUP sent many of its books to be published with one of the pioneers of printing press, and one of the most skilful and revered editors in India P.K. Ghosh. I was absolutely surprised that a person did both, that there was such time, when an editor would, on their own volition, edit the edited final draft that is spent to them, and do so masterfully. Rukun met him only a few times. Read this to take in the glory of superfluous chat

He was garrulous and would spend hours energetically illuminating visitors with arcane information, leaving them simultaneously shattered and enriched. I met him just twice. The first time he told me, apropos of nothing, that the American declaration of independence, printed in 1776, was typeset in Caslon, and that his eternal regret was not to be able to print history books in Caslon because he did not possess the full range of that typeface. On the second occasion, he said that reading a nicely set page in Bembo is as effortless and pleasurable as eating a rossogolla, except that this has been true for Bembo more than 400 years whereas the rossogolla has no such pedigree. Such charming items of 'useless' information do not flow out of printing houses today. Printing standards, specially for full-colour picture books, are vastly higher than they were in P.K. Ghosh's heyday. You can get a book looking just the way you want it by clicking mice. The pity is only that the last Indian printer-scholar is dead. Several of his successors will print material as efficiently as he did once, but none will radiate that personality and no one will harbour many of those endearing nuggets of uselessness. — In Memorial, Telegraph

This long blog post full of quotations, awe, reverence and fanboying has come to an end.

PS: I forgot to write about Rukun Advani's father's bookstore. I'll do that in the next post.

#books #editing #non fiction #memoir #literature #midge maisel #the marvelous mrs. maisel #letters #writers on tumblr

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Interesting! How i wish I'd taken a couple of entomology courses in school! It certainly would have made my ecology class simpler. Onion thrips are a bitch to count if you are unprepared and unable to separate them. Also found out that there are soooo many beautiful bee species. And idk if there had been an update to the research since the articles I read while researching my ecology final project, but some of the paper indicated that lepidopterans were among the few insects able to perceive the color red, which was really interesting. Don't take that as fact though. Like I said, definitely not an entomologist, the research articles I read are now like a decade old at least, and frankly, I would be happier if I'd been able to find more on the subject before starting it a "fact". But back to the original point of my response: insects are so much more interesting than I ever thought they could be and that mosquito does have lovely markings. It was fun to find out more about them. Especially since I tend to get eaten alive which cause me to have some very harsh feelings about what I have just learned are a few select individuals (species) rather than the whole group. So op's post is doing good in educating people (me) who don't normally like mosquitos. 😊💙

As an entomologist who runs a public-sector mosquito control program: thank you for helping with tying to educate people on why mosquitoes are important to the environment and should *not* be completely eradicated. Yes the populations of certain species should be controlled in certain areas, but with over 3000 different species worldwide (all occupying different habitats and ecological niches) complete elimination of mosquitoes in general both cannot and should not be done. Only a comparative handful of mosquito species are a concern re: spreading disease, the rest of them either don’t bite humans at all and/or they are not competent vectors.

And now because I can never resist plugging my faves: one example of how cool and unique mosquitoes can be is the species Uranotaenia sapphirina. Not only do they have beautiful metallic sapphire markings, they’re also the only currently known species to specialize in feeding on invertebrates! They will bite mammals and birds a bit, but they overwhelmingly prefer taking blood from earthworms and leeches!

Anyway, this ask is getting long so I’ll stop yapping. Your blog is cool and keep up the good work!

(P.S. can confirm that the photo you found was indeed an Aedes aegypti - another fascinating species in its own right not least because it’s one of the few invertebrates besides honeybees one could make the case to say is domesticated)

I have to sincerely thank you for not only your very kind words but also the gift of knowledge about several bugs that I will very much be falling down the rabbit hole to learn about. I have to admit I am in awe of her

#that being said #thanks to my genetics class #i know way more about drosophila melanogaster #aka #fruit flies #than i EVER wanted to know #i can sex a fruit fly #at 3 paces #provided it holds still long enough #which doesn't seem like far #until you think about how small they are #and don't even get me started #on the ABSOLUTELY WEIRDNESS #that is how they reproduce

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shadowsandstarlight · 1 year ago

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I have been forced to conclude after receiving a mark on a project today that I am, in fact, a very good performer. Not in a traditional sense of dance or music or theatre or anything like that, certainly. But I am very good at public speaking, presentations, and bullshitting. So, in English, I had to do a presentation on a chapter of a book. Do a summary of the chapter and its importance to the plot, what it reveals about the protagonist, and choose one element in particular to focus on. Fifteen to twenty minute presentation in front of the class. Ask a question or do an activity for audience participation. One of the very specific pieces of criteria we were given was that we needed to have, at the very least, notes to work from while presenting. No sitting by the screen reading off the slides. No winging it allowed. Well, folks, you will never guess what I did come presentation day. See, I had missed a week of school for an activity related to another class. Crucially, this was my week to work on the research, slideshow, etc. So what I ended up doing was staying up til midnight the night before the presentation to research, write, and edit well over half of the slideshow. Naturally, I didn’t have time to make cue cards for myself. But I have a bit of a performing arts background, and I do parliamentary-style debate for fun. I know how to look like I know what I’m doing, and I know exactly how to read key points off the screen without looking like I’m reading key points off the screen. Some word choices in my speech and slides were the same, but that makes sense, people do tend to write in a similar way to their formal speech. To the teacher behind her desk, it looked like I was running off of pretty much nothing, and doing a damn good job of it.

So I got my feedback today. 100%, or at least very close to it (very high 90s for sure). Noted on the feedback sheet was that the teacher admired my ability to speak without notes, and that I was clearly very familiar with what I was talking about. When handing me the paper, she said that she thinks I would make an excellent professor. She complimented me heavily on the depth of my insight and research (most of my “insight” was pretty much made up on the go at 11pm the previous night). On a project where the instructions were very specifically “no one is winging this presentation,” I did exactly that and got a pretty much flawless mark. So.

#if you’re long winded and eloquent enough people will believe pretty much anything you tell them

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Week 4

1. Reflection

Week 4 was about presenting our project proposal and receiving feedback from tutors. Overall I find my presentation quite successful. My evaluation of this session was that I could have planned my script a bit better, therefore my presentation would be more fluent, and prevented me from going over the 5-minute mark. However, I find my research and academic context to support my ideas and projects to be very strong, and this benefits my overall skill of doing presentations in the future. Being able to see other people’s presentations was also an opportunity to learn something new. From these projects I can discover innovative solutions, fresh insights, or novel approaches to common problems that I hadn't considered before.

Feedbacks I received from tutors were very helpful in the early process of developing my project. My project proposal was considered quite ambitious, and I should be cautious about being in an overload of work. Concept wise, the content I will be producing for the digital screen should be static and simple - this is so that lighting and sounds can come into recognition. Trying to recreate real-life nature is a hard and long process, it can also be provoking, curious when the audiences are watching, which failed the purpose of achieving serenity. Therefore, my iteration is to have an abstract approach to the visuals. Simplicity will make the audiences have less attention and thoughts, being able to let their mind free and just enjoy the beauty of nature through visuals, lights & sounds will achieve serenity.

2. Research & Inspiration

Academic: ARTmine (1 June 2018) ‘Your Guide to Understanding Abstract Art’, ARTmine, accessed 12 August 2023. https://art-mine.com/collectors-corner/2018/06/understanding-abstract-art/

From the feedback of tutors, I started diving in some concepts of abstractionism, how I can or might implement this to produce visuals for my project. The incorporation of abstract movement into my immersive project holds the potential to liberate audiences' minds, creating a harmonious balance between simplicity and the expression of serenity and calm. This innovative approach is minimalistic, yet still creates captivating visuals and offers viewers a unique and tranquil experience.“The most important thing to understand about abstract art is that it does NOT have to have a meaning, narrative or even a singular explanation…Abstract art is also the ability of the audience to then try to connect to the artist’s intention and free their own mind of visual restrictions.”(ARTmine, 2018) The most important term here is “free their own mind”, as I don’t want audiences to think and have a sense of curiosity - which failed to express serene. Subtle shifts, undulating patterns, and gentle fluctuations can transport viewers into a realm where visual stimuli merge with emotional resonance, in which all can be implemented into my project to express calm and freedom of minds.

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One of the 3D designs I looked into while creating my project proposal as well as looking for inspiration for my overall experience was this “Cinematic Animation Video”. The static scene which starts at 0:13 with the fast transition of different weathers in the same setting creates a very interesting experience, somewhat calming. This is something I want to take inspiration from in terms of concept. The video is also a 3D render using the D5 render software, something I also have an interest in technically.

Technical:

For this week not much technical progress was made, basically since I have to focus on creating the project proposal to present in class. Still, I had a look through some powerful rendering software like D5 Render, Lumion,... to see how they work, are they difficult to use and are all of them subscription-free. I also have a read through Unity’s website, to understand its rendering method (URP vs HDRP) so that if I decided to stick with Unity I will maximise its rendering capabilities.

Unity: Understanding URP, HDRP, and Built-In (occasoftware.com)

“URP is ideal for developers who want to create high-quality graphics while maintaining optimal performance. HDRP is ideal for developers who want to create highly realistic graphics for high-end hardware. Built-In is most compatible with older assets on the Unity Asset Store and is fairly flexible, but I would generally recommend choosing between either URP or HDRP as your baseline.”

3. Project progress.

I found my project proposal quite a successful progress. The proposal will be a strong foundation for me to develop my project further. From the feedback I received from the tutors, for my project I have decided to have a simple, abstract approach to the visuals that will be projected on the 4K screen. From insightful materials and feedback this week I will then start to create some mock-up visuals to test on the next Capitol visit session. For now, I will mostly use copyright-free nature sounds to test with the lighting and visuals. I will attempt to produce my own ambient soundtrack for my project, which I intend to be very subtle and simple, and play a role in enhancing the visuals and lighting. However, I should be getting into trying out sounds soon so that I am able to receive feedback from tutors and reiterate from that.

The challenge I am having is to decide how I will create visuals for the projected screen. Unity is a safe option for me, though there are more powerful software with efficient rendering capabilities that create high quality and fidelity media. I really want to try out Unreal Engine 5 and 3ds max, though because of the time constraints and recommendations from tutors I might have to discard this intention and stick with Unity.

#Youtube

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kittyofalltrades · 2 years ago

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Office Hours

You get invited to a Frat party, but Professor Grant just might have something to say about it.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @welcometostayingawake

This is the brainchild of Mona and I. We had this bad boy outlined and started in 10 minutes flat. Nothing but shameless self indulgence and filth...

Words: 4210 of pure filth

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Beta: both of us this time @welcometostayingawake

Warnings: Power imbalance (professor/student), Age gap (READER IS OF AGE), Profanity, Oral (f rec), PinV, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it)

Your Friday evening Egyptian Civilizations lectures with Professor Grant were always your favorite. He was brilliant at his job, captivating the class to make you feel as though you were actually there, experiencing the Gods and Pharaohs for yourself. It didn’t hurt that the man was gorgeous; salt and pepper mop of messy curls on his head, leather satchel sitting on broad shoulders and a pair of gold wire glasses to top off the look. His tweed blazer paired with one of his many neutral cable knit sweaters added to his academic charm while he paced across the classroom, rambling about bartering for the Gods. The thought of how he might smell if you were to press your nose into his sweater made you smile at him as he passed by handing you a paper marked with another perfect grade.

Steven smiled back at you as he handed out the papers. You, his favorite student, as brilliant as him in matters of Ancient Egyptian culture, made his heart pitter patter in a forbidden rhythm. You, always so effortlessly beautiful in your cozy, large sweaters and shapely leggings, pointing out inconsistencies in the homework to him. Then there was that one time you’d come to see him late one evening, dropping by his office with questions about the paper he had just assigned. He had to ask you to repeat yourself after taking in your out of place short skirt and fitted turtleneck. You ended up admitting that your out of place outfit and random drop-in was due to a failed date. He thought you looked absolutely lovely. You always answered his questions during class, exchanging small secret smiles between the two of you. Even turning down party invitations to have him check over your work during his office hours, sometimes bringing him pastries in thanks. You truly were his best student and you should stay that way.

Once the papers were distributed, Professor Grant called out the next assignment and dismissed the class in a flurry of bags and papers. As per tradition, you gathered your things and gave him a wave before heading to the door at the back of the hall, but instead running straight into Tanner. Tall, handsome, belongs to a fraternity but comes from a small town Tanner. He was in a group project with you for this course and didn’t seem too bad, at least compared to his fraternity brothers. A fraternity known for boisterous parties, the likes of which you avoided like the plague.

“Oof! Oh, Tanner. Hi, sorry about that,” you told him with a soft smile as you righted your footing.

“Hey, just the girl I wanted to see,” he told you with a charming smile.

Just the girl he wanted to see? Why? You had a reputation of rejecting the frat boys and if it was classwork related he could have emailed you. You cocked your head to the side and narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. What the hell did he want?

“So Professor Grant’s last assignment, it sounds like it’s gonna be tough. A whole ass research paper on any other God besides Khonshu because we’ve already covered him in class and he holds a special place in his heart,” Tanner laughed.

“Yeah Khonshu is too easy anyway,” you commented, not liking how he was lining up his shot.

“So I was thinking you could come back to my place tonight and we could work on it together?” Tanner ventured.

Those words made Steven look up from the papers he was shoving in his leather satchel. He saw you with Tanner, his second best student, standing entirely too close to you, grinning wolfishly down at you from the step above and it made his blood boil. Slimy git.

“Isn’t it against fraternity rules to waste a Friday night studying? Your frat bros are going to be partying,” you pointed out.

“Maybe you could join me for the party after we do some research together,” Tanner offered, running his hands down your arm.

You considered it for a second. Tanner didn’t seem like the worst. He hadn’t made any lewd passes at you like some of the other guys and seemed respectable enough. You opened your mouth to accept his offer when Professor Grant stormed past you two in a flurry, drawing your attention away from Tanner completely.

“My office in 10 minutes,” he ordered in a clipped tone. The way he spoke worried you but also sent a shiver down your spine.

Steven turned and swiftly headed to his office in an attempt to calm himself down before he did something drastic. Like failing Tanner for hitting on you, or rather, push him down the stairs for groping your arm.

“You should watch out for him, he gives me weird vibes,” Tanner said once Professor Grant turned a corner.

You rolled your eyes, it was just Professor Grant. He was always a perfect gentleman with you. Even when you’d shown up out of the blue after a miserable dating attempt, he’d kept his eyes either on the laptop screen or on your eyes, not once straying to the large expanse of skin you had on display. You often mused that when you graduated, you were going to ask him out if he was still single. In these little daydreams, he was usually being a lot less respectful with you, but you doubted your attraction was reciprocated.

“I don’t think he gives weird vibes. He’s always been nothing but nice to me,” you respond with a shrug. Professor Grant was actually one of the most polite faculty members, if you thought about it.

“No, really,” Tanner insisted. “He’s always looking at you like you’re the only one in the room. And he’s always smiling when you ask questions. The day you were out sick he was in a terrible mood and I swear he kept glancing at your usual seat.”

You listened to Tanner’s theories in amusement. That simply could not be true.

“And you’re the top of the class,” Tanner finished smugly.

That made the amused smile slide off your face. “You think I’m top of the class only because Professor Grant likes me? You're delusional.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he backpedaled. “It’s just he’s clearly got a thing for you! Be careful. Better yet let me go with you to his office. I’ll prove it,” he reached to take your bag from you but you physically recoiled.

“No thanks. I don’t think I need your help proving anything. See you around.”

You shifted your bag on your shoulder and hurried to Professor Grant’s office arriving with a minute to spare, knocking on the door and hearing him grunt for you to enter. Pushing the door open, you hesitate in the doorway when you find Professor Grant behind his desk staring at you with a dark look in his eyes. He’s leaning back with his fingers tented, giving you a delicious view of him. You drop your bag by the small couch and walk to the end of his desk with a tentative smile, hoping to ease the anger you still feel rolling off of him.

“Well, do you want to explain what the hell that was?”

“What?” You let out, genuinely confused.

“Your little chat with Tanner,” Steven growled, unable to control the anger slipping through his voice. “You’re going to his little frat party? Going to study together?”

“I haven’t really thought much about it.” You lie, to cover up the end of the conversation that you’d really rather not share.

“Are you trying to drive me mad? Tease me with the idea of you going out with somebody else…fucking somebody else?”

“I-I didn’t mean to tease you, Professor. I was just being nice.” Wait, what was that?

That made Steven laugh sardonically, “You were just ‘being nice’? I’ve seen you brutally reject so many others who have tried. But you were just being nice today, right?”

“I’m sorry, Professor.” you hang your head in shame. You had disappointed him and you knew it. Maybe he knew Tanner wasn’t a nice guy and you didn’t want him to think any less of you.

“If you were doing it to get my attention, good job sweetheart, you’ve definitely got it now.”

The words made you snap your head up from where you were distractedly dancing your fingers on his desk to find a dark smile settled on his plush, pink lips.

“My favorite student has no business with the likes of people like that,” he muttered while he unfolded himself from the chair.

“What do you mean, Professor?” you asked softly. This was a side of him you’d never dealt with before and you were treading on dangerous territory.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Good girls aren’t meant to be used by boys who don’t know what they’re doing.” You were gaping at him, you were sure of it.

“They won’t know what to do with you, they won’t know how to take care of you. Not like I do,” he continued, walking around his desk, encouraged by your silence. “By the time I’m done fucking your pretty little pussy it’ll be molded to the shape of my cock and nobody else will be good enough for you.” He finished with lips inches from yours, earning a gasp from you.

Pulling you by your hands to come around the desk, pushing you to sit in front of his chair, he sits back down and trails his eyes over your body.

“Undress for me, love,” Steven orders, quietly but with undeniable authority.

You want this. You’ve wanted this for so long, so you strip out of your oversized sweater and leggings leaving you standing in your pink lacy bra and panties. You’re suddenly grateful to your morning self for choosing a semi-matching set. Another nod from him has you unhooking it from behind your back with shaking hands, and discarding your panties as well, blushing heavily as his eyes glued to the newly revealed skin.

“On the desk, please. I want to get a good look at my beautiful girl.”

You wordlessly climb up onto his cold desk, ignoring the papers that get scattered, leaning back with your hands to spread your legs for him, arousal dripping down your thighs. You never thought you’d be in this position with your professor but the way Steven ran his tongue over his lips slowly before reaching up and pulling off his gold rimmed glasses had you near trembling in anticipation. He took his time folding the legs down and securing them in a side drawer before leaning forward between your legs, hands pushing your thighs apart with a firm grip.

Steven looked up at you from between your legs, licking slowly from your slit upward. He groaned as your slick coated his tongue, filling his mouth with the tangy taste of girl. Steven focused on your clit, experimenting between flicking his tongue and then sucking on the small bundle of nerves to see which you liked best, sending jolts of pleasure through you. Your hand flew to grip his salt and pepper curls while you let loose your first moan.

Steven grinned against your cunt and pulled back to look at you properly and you whimpered at the loss. He didn’t disappoint though, slowly inserting one finger at first, then at your gasp inserting a second to join the first. Fucking you on his fingers with more force with every little breathy noise you made, he watched as your chest began to rise and fall quickly.

Delicately rubbing your clit with his thumb, Steven drove you to the very edge of orgasm before slowing down, leaving you pulsing on the drag of his fingers. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were worried about how loud you were being, but it was all fuzzy at this point. Now this was his favorite part; curling his fingers to reach that spongy spot on your inner walls, slowly rubbing it to make you let out a shuddering whine.

“Who do you belong to?” Steven asked softly. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

You tried to form words through the haze of pleasure but you couldn’t focus. The only thing you could think of was the drag of his fingers in and out of your core. Stretching and filling you and still somehow not enough. You needed more.

“I said, ‘who do you belong to’?” he demanded again, pumping his fingers with more force.

You babbled out an answer, not knowing what you said, not caring if the words made sense at this point. Something along the lines of “professor” and “please”. You were so close to cumming, he was rubbing your g-spot and clit in tandem and you just needed a little push.

“Tell me who you belong to or I’ll stop,” Steven threatened, and you could feel his fingers gliding over your sweet spot just right, igniting the fire in your veins.

“You! Youuuuu, Professor,” you shouted as your orgasm hit you, leaving you mentally drifting away from your body.

Steven pressed a final kiss to your clit, stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean as he stood up, the unmistakable shape of his cock bulging out of his trousers. He pulled off his blazer and sweater, throwing them on the chair behind him. He smiled as your eyes raked over his smooth and toned chest, your fingers grazing the thin trail of hair to where it disappeared into his pants.

“See something you like?”

You nodded quickly in your dazed state.

“You wanna touch me? Think you’ve earned it?” He leaned in as he was speaking, eyes trained on yours.

You wanted to see all of him, to see if your daydreams measured up to the real thing. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth watching while he made quick work of his belt and pants, shyly looking up at him through your lashes. He left his boxers on rubbing his hand over the tent made by his hard cock.

“Say please.”

“Please Professor, I want to see your cock.”

“Good girl, my good girl,” Steven praised and rewarded you by pushing his boxers down, revealing himself hanging hard and heavy between his legs. He plunged his fingers into your cunt again suddenly, making you jump, gathering some of your juices to smear them over his cock before stroking himself gently. He relished in the way your eyes followed the motion of his hand. He was by no means small and he was about to give you every inch he had.

He nudged your legs further apart and stepped between them, this time pressing his lips against yours in a forbidden kiss. To be fair, this whole evening was forbidden but neither of you seemed to be in the right mind to stop. You leaned into him, coaxing his tongue out with yours, while he gripped your jaw tilting your head for better access. He pulled away for air with a small, satisfied sigh, leaving you breathless.

“Do you want me to keep going?” He asked softly, nudging his prominent nose against yours.

“Yes, please,” you breathed out softly, kissing him once more.

That was all that he needed to hear to continue his torment. He tapped his cock against your clit drawing a high pitched whimper from you.

“Beg me for it.”

“Please, professor. Please, I need you to f-fuck me. I’ll be good, I promise,” you rambled to him.

“Say it.” He spread your folds apart to push the tip of his cock into you and stopped, the action earning him a lewd moan. “Who do you belong to?” Steven was feeling possessive tonight and was desperate to stake his claim.

“You, professor, only you.” You wouldn’t deny him this. Not when he was only partially lodged inside you.

Steven’s eyes never left your face as he pushed in further, slowly, inch by inch, crawling into you until you felt like you were splitting at the seams.

“You’re too big, Professor,” You cried out. Sure, you saw his cock but you didn’t really stop to think how much it might hurt until he was already inside you.

“I’ll fit, love. We’ll make it fit.” Just when you thought he was done, he thrusted the last inch into your cunt, giving you a short but heated kiss when you whimpered at him.

“Remember, I want your tight, little cunt to remember only me,” Steven groaned while bottoming out and paused to let you adjust.

You let out a choked out moan when he stopped, he was filling and stretching you out like never before. He wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you tight against him, somewhat distracting you from the stretch, large hands flexing on your back. The thought of him possibly splitting in two you briefly crosses your mind before succumbing to the pleasure of him starting to fuck you slow and deep.

He’s murmuring soft words of praise against your temple while he’s slowly making you lose your mind, dragging out to the tip then thrusting back in hard but keeping a slow pace, leaving you breathless.

Your lungs aren’t working as they should be, his scent is all around you, his hands holding you close, the tendons in his neck flexing in view. You think you’re having an out of body experience. You feel soft and weightless until an upward thrust hits a sensitive spot sending you back into your body with a wave of pleasure as you cum. Steven shifts to hold the back of your head close, kissing down your face whispering “that’s my girl” over and over.

Even though you’d found your release, Steven didn’t seem to be stopping, placing one large hand on your sternum to lay you down on his desk. Grabbing your ankles and throwing them over his shoulders, he picked up speed, fucking you hard and fast, forcing you to take what he was giving you.

“Workin’ so hard for your good grades, aren’t you, pretty baby? Gonna take my cock every night while you study?” Steven groaned. He peppered kisses on the soft skin of your ankles and calves, moaning a little with each press of his lips to your skin.

You nodded your head moaning out a string of yes, yes, yes. Your moans raised in pitch when you felt him marking the sensitive skin of your calves with his lips and teeth.

“Gonna say no to all the stupid boys from now on? Y’like it when I fuck you stupid, don’t you, baby? Your little brain is empty, only know my cock.” Steven punctuated each word with a hard thrust, effectively making his point with each slam of his hips. You couldn’t argue with him there.

“Mhmmmm. No–no boys, only you,” you whimper as the heat in your belly begins clawing its way across your body.

“You’re mine, baby. Mine to fuck, mine to touch, mine to cum in. I’m the only one that’s going to touch you like this, beautiful,” Steven spat out harshly, fucking you harder with each word, pressing the backs of your thighs down toward your chest. Your legs were going to be done for tomorrow but you couldn’t care less.

“Professoooor, I can’t take it I- it’s too much,” you whined weakly, gasping on a particularly hard thrust. You reach for the edges of the table, desperate to anchor yourself against his onslaught, papers flying every which way.

“You can and you will. Fuck, you look so pretty spread out for me like this. After all the hell you’ve put me through these past few weeks, giving me those doe eyes and biting your lip at me in class… this is what you wanted to happen, right? You’re going to take. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

He can’t possibly be waiting for a real response; it feels like he’s in your throat, his hand reaching up to tweak a nipple and you’re letting out a long moan. You’re completely wrecked, coming hard again with a loud sob of pleasure, chest arching off the table. He's relentless, not pausing, fucking you through the waves of pleasure wracking your body, overstimulating you to tears.

“Were you thinking of me then? Thought I would absolutely wreck you right then and there if you teased me hard enough?” Steven demanded and you were quick to shake your head vehemently.

“‘m a good girl for you, professor,” you slur around your heavy tongue, as you feel another orgasm building. You’ve lost count at this point.

“That’s right, now come for me, love, I’ve got you” he told her gently, contrasting his earlier harsh tone.

He licked his thumb before rubbing your clit in tight circles, giving you no choice but to fall off the edge he was hurtling you towards. You came with a loud scream of his name, body convulsing and vision darkening around the edges. Though your body lay completely spent, Steven hadn’t finished yet. He was pushed out of you from the pulsating and quickly fisted himself, coming in seconds with a loud groan, painting your mound and stomach with thick ropes of cum.

You lay there with your eyes closed, trying to even out your breathing with his sticky spend growing cold on your skin until you hear the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter. You lifted your head in time to see Steven with his phone aimed at his work, thoughtfully cropping out your face, grinning at you.

“To show you… in case you forget you’re mine,” he tells you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You felt like the words should bother you, but they didn’t. Nothing that happened bothered you as much as you felt like it should. You knew if you asked him to delete it, he would but you didn’t really want to, secretly thrilled he wanted a reminder of this moment.

The reality of your situation was dawning on you, however; you’d broken the rules and fucked your older, sexy professor. Well, to be fair, he’d fucked you within an inch of your life and you’re certain you’re ruined for all other men now. You didn’t think you’d ever been fucked so thoroughly.

After tucking himself away, he hunted down a box of tissues from his endearingly cluttered office to clean you up. Steven felt a little ashamed that things had progressed to this extent and so quickly but not ashamed that it had happened at all. He really did think the world of you, he thought affectionately, while wrapping you in his tweed blazer and leading you to his small sofa. Steven rushed to turn on the kettle to make you both some tea and offer you some biscuits. After your rather rigorous activities, he was sure you’d need a snack of some sort, quickly preparing two cups and pressing one into your cold hands.

When Steven passed you the cup you turned to him with a sweet smile, which he returned, albeit slightly more dazed.

“That was fucking amazing,” you told him before taking a sip.

“I’m glad you’re satisfied,” Steven said with a chuckle. He would never admit this to you, but he was worried he had possibly taken it too far, having been touch starved for far too long. Hearing your verbal confirmation put his mind at ease in that sense.

“I guess I’m not going to that party after all,” you muttered into your cup.

“Need I remind you of something, love? I have photographic evidence,” Steven chastised with a smug smirk.

The words sent a shiver down your spine and you shook your head ‘no’. He pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering a muffled “good girl” against your hair. The gesture felt familiar and sweet and made you blush prettily.

“Does that mean that this,” You motioned between the two of you, “wasn’t just a one-time thing?”

Before Steven could answer with a reassuring “No!”, the handle to his doorknob rattled, followed by several insistent knocks. You peeked at the clock on the wall - it was still technically Steven’s office hours. If not for both your states of undress, you’d have told him to answer the door so as to not raise suspicion. Another minute passed and the knocking started up again.

“Professor? Professor Grant, are you there? I’ve got some questions,” the unmistakable voice of Tanner called through the door.

You rolled your eyes and held back a laugh at the memory of how your evening began. Tanner was probably here to show you that Steven was holding you back from going to his party, proving he had a thing for you. Turns out, he’d been right but that was neither here nor there. Tanner didn’t have to know that. After another minute, you could hear Tanner’s footsteps retreat and you relaxed against Steven again.

“You know if he touches you again, I’m going to fail him, right?” Steven informed you.

“Fine by me if he can’t take a hint.” You kissed him tenderly, pulling away to see Steven give you a wide smile.

“That’s my girl.”

#Professor AU #Steven Grant #Moon Knight #Steven Grant x Reader #Steven Grant Smut #Moon Knight Smut

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whatthefishh · 2 years ago

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Summary: You get invited to a Frat party, but Professor Grant just might have something to say about it.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @kittyofalltrades

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