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Car Cool Okay, how about this... a car trunk liner, that lets the trunk double as a cooler? I was coming back from our usual Saturday Salvage Barn shopping, American/Sino (Chinese) Buffet gobbling, local brew pub drinking kind of day, when I recalled that I'd bought a half gallon of ice cream at the beginning of the journey, and going on 5 hours in the trunk, even with just mild (60-70F) temperatures, well you can figure what I found left of the ice cream. Other than being mostly melted, the half gallon of melted ice cream made other things in the same bag, melted ice creamy. After a little clean-up, I managed to get everything put away nicely (including the ice cream, what does twice froze ice cream taste like?), in the fridge and freezer. But all the while I'm thinking, 'if you made a liner that partly filled the trunk, and, or converted the trunk for tailgating to include a cooler, a grill, and other acrudiments, would people find that useful?' The ultimate commercial might be to combine the idea with Corona, so that you have a car backing-up to the beach. A man pops the lid on the trunk, and you see that it's entirely full of ice, stocked with Coronas... "Out of the Ordinary." If nothing else, I figure I could put a cooler in the trunk, just for such future ice cream/buffet/micro brew shopping sprees. Tory Story I've been thinking about how many conservative Americans seem to believe in the necessity of a rich/poor hierarchy. Their ideals mean that a few will be "haves", with whatever number of "have-nots" is needed to support them. This hierarchical thinking is very much an Old World notion of class strata, that the founding fathers were want to be rid of, with the statement, "All men are created equal." That if there is a conspiracy meaning to control America/the World, it is one of wealthy and, or powerful people using the rest of America/World as it deems is needed to maintain and, or increase that wealth and, or power. The Old World notion of a Monarch telling the rest of the people how things are going to be, seems not unlike the current administration's modus operandi. In other words, we may still be fighting for our independence, our freedom, for equality, for Democracy! It is a false sense of victory that we've celebrated all these years since the American Revolution. That in reality the Tories are still in control, and by association, so is England and, or Old World Monarchical class strata systems. Or so it might be argued. Let it be, Free! Love, Peace and Freedom, Maannn! Awwa \A/
Aw Got a cool $2 Mill? Star Trek Pad "Beam me up!" Ahahahaha! Awwa \A/
Aw oh, i loved Bagdad Cafe and that song! the romance between Jack Palance and Marianne Saegebrecht was great. i was thinking about it just this morning. i.. i..'m calling you... indeed.
Vicki Hahah, I love it: Lion Tamer on Run with Lions and Son of Circus Boss
chiefwagonburner Bagdad USA The film, "Bagdad Cafe" is a quiet little film about the lives of a few people in the SW American desert (California?), and how the insertion of a fiesty German (woman) tourist changes things. It stars a few lesser knowns, as well as CCH Pounder and Jack Palance (in a couple of their best roles!). If you haven't seen it, it's worth the rent or midnight showing as may be available. The above article is not about the film, but about all of the Bagdad's in America, most spelling the name thusly, and not as Iraq spells Baghdad, and most claiming the origins come from unrelated sources, not from Iraq. One explanation for the town's name goes, "Some, including those in Arizona, Kentucky and Pennsylvania, trace their name to a story of a father and son. The tale goes that a son would be working, filling bags with ore, salt or feed, and yell to his father: "bag, dad." Now that's comedy! Sooo sorry your mother closed her eyes on that day Jimmy! Imagine the excesses you'd have had to deal with, living the life of luxury, expounding upon ancient paradoxes, and playing beer inspired music all night, well into the next day. Oh wait, you already do that, Heh! I've often thought what a little extra money would be like. I'd probably do a lot of things that I do now, but hey, there's plenty that would change! At least the level that these aforementioned things are done on, might be enhanced through more liquid finances, *sigh*! I regularly play the Lottery here in VA. But for the most part I only play a dollar or so a drawing, and only for the $million plus ones at that. A customer at a 7-11 I worked once remarked, "I only play for money that I couldn't possibly earn. That way I don't waste a lot of money on small winnings ($500 top prize scratch tickets), and if I ever did win, I'd have a major windfall, more than I could otherwise amass." Seems to work for me, at least in that I don't spend the $50 plus a day, some of the "hooked" customers I used to serve spend. They brag about $500-$5,000 winnings. But if you add in how much they spent to win those amounts, well... the House (the State) always wins! "Iiiiiiiii, Iii, Iii, am calling you....." (The lyric to the hauntingly beautiful song that punctuates the film "Bagdad Cafe") Awwa \A/
Aw -love that story, Ashok. It's exactly what my mom did, too.
jimmy when you mentioned Harper's the other day, jimmy, i was going to tell you that the person from your past worked there, but then I knew she was going to write to you and i didn't want to ruin the surprise. She was just here visiting me and various others in SF this past weekend. Weird how the world works, eh? She and I were "hi, how are you" friends in San Diego all those years ago, but now that she lives in NY we've become much better friends. How do these things work? oh, who cares. I'm just glad that they do work. Life is strange and monumental these days. the whole coincidence or synchronicity thing is kinda freaking me out. There's a huge craziness happening in the life of my best friend at the moment and suddenly everything around me seems to be about this crisis that he's facing. I turn on the tv and every show is about this subject, every joke someone tells me, things that people say, blah blah blah. It's weird. Because I'm not talking about what's happening with my friend to anyone. So how would they know? I mean, they don't. It's just that they decide to strike up a conversation and it happens to be relevant to this. Makes me wonder if I just never noticed before or if the whole freakin' world is hurtling off in some weird direction. whatever. back to work....
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians Oh man. I feel it for your Mum Jimmy. If this had happened to me someone or something was going to DIE. Cats would have been kicked and gods cursed. I am reminded of an Indian story about fate: There was this poor man who went to the temple everyday along the same footpath. You understand this story is set in rural India of long ago. So a footpath means just that - a winding path of beaten down grass. Beaten down with the passage of feet. Anyway this poor man left his hut every morning and went along the same path to the temple each and every day and from there to his small farm. Parvati (Shiva's consort) once said to Shiva that this man was sucha devoted man and could not he (Shiva) give the man some money. Shiva replied that he was helpless since there was just no money in the man's fate. Parvati said that all was needed was for Shiva to throw a bag of gold before the man and he would pick it up. Shiva agreed to do this. Next morning just as the man set out from his hut Shiva threw a bag of gold a little way up the path. Just as the man stepped on the path he had a thought that he had travelled along the path for so many years and that he knew every inch of the path. He decided that that day he would walk all the way to the temple with his eyes closed - thereby missing the bag. As Shiva pointed out there just was no money in the man's fate.
Ashok They Might Be Giants - Ana Ng: "when I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge: 'I don't want the world-I just want your half'." ...to put an end to coincidence!" (the back end of a drunken New Years declaration) The other day I bought my first Harper's magazine and became an instant fan. I had read Harper's articles before, but sort of considered them to be beyond me and couldn't keep up and always felt lost. Two days later I am driving to work, and my mind stops on someone I hadn't seen or heard from in 6-8 years. I laughed about a few embarrassing things I did and moved on. Two and one half hours later I receive an email from said person, who is working as an assistant to the art director of Harper's magazine. The grandness of coincidence is always dependent upon our ability to assess them as such. They are parasitic on our ability to derive meaning from an event, since these anomolies naturally occur around us constantly. I think the Harper's thing is not such an amazing coincidence, and especially wouldn't be if I didn't find out until six months from now that someone I once knew was working for Harper's. It would be sort of like a Bach piece, with each note played 6 months apart. Where's the song? Time is integral. My mother played the California lottery constantly, using the same numbers for one ticket, and randomly chosen or slightly significant numbers for a couple of extra tickets. The numbers she chose were my parent's anniversary, my birthday, my brother's birthday, and a couple of other numbers like this. She did this for every lottery. Once, the jackpot was so huge that everyone was going nuts buying tickets and adding to the pot. My mother, who works as a beautician, was so disgusted by all the people around her buzzing about the jackpot that she decided she wasn't going to buy tickets. That was the jackpot she should have won big on. The numbers that came up formed a string of my birthday, my brother's birthday, my parent's anniversary, and whatever the hell else she put on there. She was so disappointed that she didn't play again for awhile, feeling as though she'd missed the boat. (She is now playing again). -jimmy
jimmy There is a local urban legend around Paddington (London) about a railway track worker whose graffiti was well legendary. I saw one such work of art on a wall before it was pulled down (the wall. The graffitti lives on although without a physical presence). It said 'Far away is close at hand in images of elsewhere'. This man is also credited with penning (is that the right word fro graffitti?) 'We are the writings on the wall'. Alas urban development has won over urban legends and these examples are no more. Still what can one expect from a time when virgin rainforests are pulled down for hamburgers. The search continues.
Ashok 
jimmy I just saw something on KQED (our public tv station) about that particular octopus story this year, jimmy. You got the story right. The octopus was climbing out of its tank through an air hose and crawling across the floor and into the other tank, but yes only once everyone had left for the night. It was an incredible story, not only because such a large creature could fit through such a tiny hose, but because the octopus was capable of constructing a plan and seems to have had a concept of time as well as a concept of the future. and it was sneaky. Makes ya' wonder... Never turn your back on an octopus, you just don't know what it's plotting. The scientists (i think it was at Scripps) were also amazed because of the distance that it traveled out of the water. They had previously thought that an octopus wouldn't go that far. Anyhoo, it was fascinating. And they showed the footage of it making it's nightly foray into the other fishtank... Neat neat! i wonder what show I saw that on? It was fascinating. You could probably get a copy of it....
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians More news from the brink of insanity. This copied from an Adbusters page. ___________________________________________________________________ Do I smell a rat? Yes, a big one... In November a think-tank lead by Vice-President Cheney's wife, Lynne, released a list of 40 university professors and one university president whose comments in the wake of September 11 were deemed "not patriotic enough". The report lists the offenders by name, as well as an out-of-context snippet of what was said. Also included are maybe a half-dozen students whose public comments were also deemed "wrong". The full text of the report is available at http://www.goacta.org. Click on the "publications" button and go to "reports." The report in question is entitled "Defending Civilization: How Our Universities Are Failing America and What Can Be Done About It." It's the "Done About It" that worries meƒ BigMoney.com, USA
jimmy lmao@your heart, Chief. ___________________ Awwa, interesting you should mention the eyes, as that was one of the things that caused the scientist interviewed in Discover to reevaluate his treatment of the squid species he was dealing with. Also, in Richard Dawkins' book The Blind Watchmaker we are told that the cephalopods (specifically Octopi in ths case but I am certain it applies to squid) seperated from our evolutionary branch a great many millions of years ago, however our eyes are so similar in structure that cephalopodia are used both as arguments for evolution by necessity and evolution by intelligent design (the religious argument). The evolutionary argument is an interesting one, and certainly something worth taking note of. My favorite chapter of the book is on bats. Dawkins describes the secret life of bats and explains all the mechanisms behind their sonar...this included such treats as learning about their frequency modulation! (FM). If you should find this in a bookstore and can't buy the book, do yourself a favor and just check out that chapter. It's golden. _____________________ At UC San Diego there is a marine biology lab which kept octopi in a large tank and kept various shelled creatures (which served as food for the octopi) in another tank across the room. [I am not specifically sure where the lab was, it could have been Scripps or elsewhere but it was certainly in San Diego.] When the lab occupants closed up at night and stole home, they would note the population in the food tank. When they returned to the lab the following morning, the population of the food tank would be diminished significantly, without any clues as to why there were suddenly empty shells in the tank. Eventually, they left a video camera in the room to record the nightly goings on, and discovered that the octopi, who can squeeze through anything their beaks can fit through, were squeezing through (I think) some aquarium tubing and crawling across the floor to the other tank, feeding and then going back to their original tank before the staff returned in the morning. This is partially due to their amazing telescopic vision (like ours) and greatly due to their intelligence, as you can tell. Very creepy. Anyhow, I am trying to get the better version of this story, because, even while I've heard it many times over the years from UCSD students and lab folk, I cannot remember all the details properly and may have gotten some of it wrong or left out info. The important portion, that they were crawling across the floor of the lab to the tank on the opposite side, is definite. I found a place that sells tiny octopi for $24.00 and have briefly considered constructing a tank, but saltwater tanks are sketchy. I'm suddenly thinking about it again! -wuzzah!
jimmy Awwa, frightening. I haven't read the zine, but have gone through most of the site. Some of the trips are pretty cool. There is some site out there dedicated to exploring old nuke silos and shelters. Very interesting, but I don't have the link with me. Think it was on my harddrive at home (that crashed, damned IBM). I  The Onion. Sad that it is funny.
chiefwagonburner This just doesn't surprize me at all! Having fun with laws! I can't wait until the "Only Good Protestor is a Dead Protestor" bumper stickers come out! "Calamari the size of your head", Ahahaha! Actually it is postulated that the behemoths may be quite intelligent. There is something about the size and clarity of the eyes, that implies intelligence. Like for them to use those eyes, and be able to use the amount of definition that their eyes can afford, they'd have to be fairly intelligent. Not to mention brain-case to body ratio (or is that benchmark a lot of bunk?). Octopii have been found to be very intelligent, going through the same sort of mazes lab rats have been stumped by, in remarkable time. Just because they are spineless creatures, doesn't mean that they aren't smart, or something like that, Heh! That Infiltration site looks kewl, Chief! Have you read much of it? WHen I was a younger man, on the road, crossing the USA, I discovered many such locales. It seems if you live in the street, you tend to go places that most other folks overlook, or wouldn't think of going. I hear (I didn't make it up there while on my journey), that the New York sewers, subway tunnels and underground infrastructure conduit network is full of tramps and what-not. NO MORE WAR! NO MORE WAR! NO MORE WAR! NO MORE WAR! NO MORE WAR! There, arrest that! Peace All! Awwa \A/
Aw Holy hell! Fried calamari the size of your head, anybody? Speck, I totally know what you mean about seaweed. Up at home, we have rockweed and kelp in large quantities. It feels really gucky in the surf when it smacks into your legs. I suppose we should look at it as a sign of a healthy coastline teeming with life, but I think I'll look at my first seaweed-free tropical beach (whenever I get there...) with greedy eyes. Wah, now I want to go on vacation...
coop Jimbo, I like the pics. Never been, but have heard nothing but good things. Interesting graffiti is a great thing. The power plant looks like it needs some infiltration. I haven't had a chance to post any of the pictures from Big Sur the other weekend on my site, but here is a sample. Like I said, it was beautiful up there. The Poetry of D.H. Rumsfeld. A picture of Rummy and his buddy in the 80's:  I can't wait to try this: "It tastes better than smoking."
chiefwagonburner Here's an interesting site for anyone interested in biology, The Tree of Life. Actually that's the page/branch of cephalopods (squids and octopi), but you can back-out to the home page through one of the links on the page. I stumbled on this site awhile ago, but frequently come back whenever some lifeform peaks my interest. They have a bunch of cool scorpions, frogs, bugs and other cool animal pics! Yeah, Jimmy! That pic of Pete is cool! I also like the "City of [Austin] Power" pic! Something about the comicbook superheroness of it all! Peace'em! Awwa \A/
Aw scary shite. I'm always kinda nervous when I swim in the ocean. Too many great unknowns out there. And I HATE seaweed. egads. Talk about a freak out. You never know what could be hiding in there, and then there's the whole "wrap around your legs and drag you down to your death" factor that it has as well. Some of my parent's friends still call me Seaweed because I used to freak out about it so bad as a kid. Hey Jimmy, those are good pics from TX. I especially like the one of Pete.
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians Holy shit! By the way, for my plane ride yesterday I bought Harper's and Discover magazine, which has a great article about squid in it. Nothing like this though. This makes all those sailor legends true. There truly IS a squid to rival the sperm whale in size. Now the THey Might Be Giants cover for Apollo isn't such a joke.
jimmy um, wow.
chiefwagonburner  I know that the things I find beautiful are also the things I find to be very ugly. "City of Austin Power Plant" had to be transformed to immortalize its huffing smokestacks. One of the major differences between the natural landscape and the human-made landscape is that the former is indistinguishable from its mirror image, while the latter suffers a loss of cogency and meaning when inverted. Nature's world is arbitrarily configured, I guess. Ours is forced into a fixed position. I wonder if there have been architectural movements which address this? Somehow it seems like it might be a very boring architectural movement...and yet if nature were like the human-made stuff, non-arbitrarily fixed, it too would be pretty boring I guess.  I have a close up of this graffiti which I forgot to upload. It says: "Dear mom, people that erase graffiti hate history and sentiment. This bridge is for us." This graffiti characterised the people of Austin for me.  This is Pete, who played miniature golf with my friend Mytila and I and who made me feel very welcome in Austin. He is just beautiful from all directions. A genuine guy. I took his photo after calling him Kingpin, because he looked like such a warlord over all that money. We were eating at the most fantastic veggie restaurant I've been to in awhile. It had all the po'ish charm of Denny's with none of the crap. Pete, hearing that I liked Frank Zappa, had burned me a copy of "200 Motels", which rapidly became my most treasured modern composition piece. If you haven't heard this...well...get it from me! It's fantastic. Sometimes, while channel surfing at my parent's house, I forget that people like this exist. I mean both Pete and Frank. Another piece of graffiti that moved me and which I think is actually a band name (mimicking a brand name): "Fukitol". Ha! Medication for the people.
jimmy I too am lmao @ Texas tea. I think I have some Texas tea brewing in my bathroom, actually. There is a patch of it eating the wall right by my bathtub. I am extremely allergic to (everything , esp.) mold. Somehow, my bathroom black mold doesn't seem to bother me. Perhaps the mold and I have developed some sort of symbiosis. Perhaps we have an understanding which will continue and which will be upheld by my offspring, and all of it's future spore colonies. The Olivo family will enter the next few millennia free of mold spore allergies because of the friend I've made in my bathroom. Or perhaps it has taken over my mind, removing all memories of spore related sniffling and sneezing and replacing them with calm and comfort while diminishing my desire to purchase Lysol or bleach sprays. One can't help but recall a relatively ancient episode of Star Trek during which spores have filled the adventuresome crew with foggy bliss. Kirk: "I'm happy. I'm soooooooooo haaaaaaaappppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy!" My friend Chuck and I used to have that sound bite. We would turn the speakers to face outside our windows toward the dance studio next door and write (Linux) bash scripts to get it to play at the same time each day. Loudly. For about ten runs. "I'm happy. I'm soooooooooo haaaaaaaappppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy!" "I'm happy. I'm soooooooooo haaaaaaaappppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy!" "I'm happy. I'm soooooooooo haaaaaaaappppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy!" "I'm happy. I'm soooooooooo haaaaaaaappppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy!" ....You get the picture. Sometimes it would wake me up. Sometimes you could hear the windows of the dance studio slamming shut. Then there was the dancing gnome I placed between our windows. You see...the dance studio bothered me. We had to listen to loud inane conversations late into the night and early into the morning. As is typical with metropolitan sprawl, my window opened out onto the roof of a Chinese restaurant's kitchen. (No no. The Chinese restaurant is not the typical part, silly. The roof part is.) The next window over was the office of a dance studio. Between us was an air conditioner which bounced up and down and hummed constantly. For my birthday, I was given a Garden Gnome. I did not have a garden, so he stood in my room, with his ceramic permagrin. I placed him on the bouncing air conditioner. Every time the air conditioner turned on, he would bounce up and down happily. For hours. It was very creepy looking. "I'm happy. I'm soooooooooo haaaaaaaappppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy!" Eventually he would fall off. So I glued him on. This was rooftop psychological warfare. To get an idea of what his bouncing looked like, it had a cycle of about 2.5 times per second. *Bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy* Eventually, it was me who would try to destroy the gnome, during one of our ridiculous "meat parties". "Meat Parties" were my invention. The original name was "mismarked meat parties". As you may have guessed, mismarked meat parties were meat markets, that is to say, populated mostly by men. But that wasn't the point. The point was to find meat at grocery stores which had obviously been mispriced. We would then purchase this meat and cook it, and with a little beer, wine, hard liquor or what have you, the chess playing would start. We were extremely poor, see. Especially me. My whole life was chess and mathematics at the time. I wasn't very far in math at all, most of you may know that I dropped out of high school in 10th grade. I kept myself busy and interested by reading number theory books while I slaved through basic highschool mathematics in my 23rd year. I am still not very far in math for my age. But that's changing pretty danged fast. I'm just not meant to be a student. Anyhow, the gnome assassination attempt: I was very drunk at a meat party. Very drunk. I had probably just been kicked off of the chess board. (On the board, when I would get drunk I could handle my chess playing enough to win most of my games, and then I would cross a line. First, I would become a tyrant, and start babbling as though I were some king whose throne was in danger of usurpation. Then my playing would slip, I would fall off the throne, and not be able to get it back for the rest of the evening. Naturally, as a happy drunk, my anger needed some non-human species to be thrust upon. That's where the species Dysplasia nostrilatum came in; the nose gnome. Gnomus yardius. Whateverius. I strapped a very large firecracker to his head using electrical wire. I had purchased the very large illegal firecracker in Mexico. I lit the fuse. Everyone ran. Well. I did. The rest watched from the window. There was a deafening *BOOM*. When the smoke cleared, and really, it had to clear...there was the garden gnome, smiling and bouncing angrily, his face blackened. Other than his new dwarfish blacksmith appearance, he had no damage at all. None. I think about the gnome often, but have not checked to see if he is still there at the compound (what we called the place because the Institute of Sociometry had once been based there. Ana, check out Pete!)
jimmy Black mold, eeeew, LOL. You could redo the entire song that way. Black mold... Texas tea! We are on the Massachusetts do-not-call list now. (find yours here) Ours started April 1st. I am looking forward to my first opportunity to pull the smackdown. The only sad thing about do-not-call lists is that they don't cover banks, local charities, newspapers, or any company you have already done business with. Some states' lists don't cover in-state businesses as well. Meaning that every time the Boston Globe calls me, I am, doubly, shit out of luck. Heh.
coop Whilst on my "Crime Wave" of searching for crime stories on the net, I found this site, Seize the Night, which has some interesting articles about serial killers. But after exhausting most of those, I started reading the Conspiracy articles. Overall an interesting batch of reading, somewhat "lite" as reading on the net can be a bit tedious. I usually print them and take them out with me on smoke breaks at work. Shhhh! I didn't say that, Heh! Our weather here (Virginia) has been a bit odd of late. We had a few days of sunny mild (70's F) weather, then last Saturday night we had a thunder storm led cold front move-in, plunging our night-time temps to 20'sF. Day time highs have been around 60, so not overall too cold. Just kinda strange! They tore a wall out where I work and found that "black mold" was growing there. Now they're going to have to do a whole rebuild in that room (around the corner from my desk). So until that's fixed, everyone from that space is doubled-up into other areas, making for a kinda fun calamity. The big joke around the office (for me anyway) is to say "Texas tea", every time someone relates the findings in the wall. Coop, Heh! Any reason for ice cream, is a good one! Hhhmmm, a "don't call me" list you say? What is it about this that I just don't trust? On the other hand, I hope it works! Somebody's got to do something about all of the foaming-at-the-mouth rampant advertising going on in America. Freedom of speech is one thing. With all of these advertisers, it's hard to squeeze a word in edge-wise! MONSTER TRUCKS! LOW MORTGAGE RATES! FREE COLLECT CALLING! SOFTER TISSUE! WET RAW MEAT! WE GOT SUV's OUT THE WAZOO! Peace Y'All! Awwa \A/
Aw hey, publishing is back up. :) I just had a large ice cream cone for dessert. Blamed it on the baby again. Sooner or later I'm going to have to stop this, or turn into the side of a barn. Heh.
coop Starting today you can pre-register (program starts Oct 1, 2003) for the California Do Not Call list (http://nocall.doj.state.ca.us). This only covers CA, but each state has its own list. Telemarketing firms will have to purchase the national list every three months, and update their records within 30 days. Calling a registered number will result in fines of up to $11,000.
chiefwagonburner I know, I post this every year, but it's time for: Oh have you heard it's time for vaccinations? I think someone put salt into your tea. They're giving us eleven-month vacations. And Florida has sunk ito the sea. Oh have you heard The President has measles? The principal has just burned down the school. Your hair is full of ants and purple weasels-- APRIL FOOL!! ~ Shel Silverstein
coop What a beautiful weekend, and morning today. SD is just bursting with green and flowers. Caught the tail end of the desert bloom on the weekend, will post about it when I have a chance.
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