try not to look too in love with the girl you take to lunch challenge (failed miserably)

Bad movie I have Lon Chaney Jr. The Wolf Man: The Legacy Collection It has The Wolf Man 1941 , Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man 1943 , The She Wolf of London 1946 and Werewolf of London 1935

hii i love your blog!! what do you think is a good book to start to read about christian mysticism?

it depends on where your interest lies—history, theology, practice. i highly recommend martin laird's into the silent land, a sunlit absence, and an ocean of light, all of which discuss contemplative practice. dorothee soelle's the silent cry: mysticism and resistance. most works by thomas merton are very accessible. julian of norwich's revelations of divine love. all of st. john of the cross' work but particularly his poetry. belden c. lane's ravished by beauty: the surprising legacy of reformed spirituality for a protestant take on christian mysticism; it is, in fact, surprising (though i would advise caution about some of lane's other work). howard thurman's deep is the hunger. the wiley-blackwell companion to christian mysticism, the oxford handbook of mystical theology, bernard mcginn's essential writings of christian mysticism—the latter being a good primer on the classic christian mystics.

I present to you all... Wren's family!

Are you reading The Familiar by @mangosimoothie? You should be reading The Familiar by mangosimoothie and rooting for my baby Wren. (I'm mostly kidding - rooting for Wren is optional, but reading the Familiar is not 😉.)

This was probably self indulgent, and I definitely spent way too much time making them, but even if no one else cares... I'm pleased! I've been wanting to do this for way too long! First we have Wren's father, Dr. Abdou Opara and Wren's mother, Dr. Latita Opara (née Wiley). Then we have Wren's siblings Kingston and Angelique.

Want more info on them or to see their full-body outfits? Fear not...

Many details below the cut! ↓

If you read Wren's original post you already know that Abdou, Wren's father, is a retired engineer and tech investor while his wife, Latita, is the current and very popular mayor of San Myshuno. But I didn't really get to go into detail about Wren's siblings so I'm gonna do that real quick!!

Wren's oldest sibling, Kinston (30 y.o.), has a doctorate from Foxbury in biology, but he was also the captain of the robotics team and has a passion for engineering just like his father. After graduation he combined his two passions and created a bio-tech company that focuses on creating innovations and improvements in the medical field, particularly for surgical procedures and daily disability maneuverability and pain management. Wren thinks he's an absolutely insufferable ego-maniac, but they're not a completely reliable narrator because Kingston's just kind of a nerd with a little bit of a superiority complex (oldest child syndrome), but Wren's parents have always lifted up Kingston as the example and that's annoying as fuck! Oh and if Latita has a favorite child, it's Kingston (she's never proclaimed a favorite out loud but like... it's pretty clear).

Then there's the Opara's middle child, Angelique (27 y.o.), who I promise does not just walk around in pageant crowns and evening gowns (although that would be iconic imo). Although a middle child, Angelique has never had to fight for attention and is Abdou's clear favorite (again he's never said it out loud but like... he's even more obvious). She has a distinguished psychology degree with honors from Foxbury Institute and graduated at the top of her class. The reason she's dressed in pageant-wear is because she recently won the title of Miss America (whatever the sims equivalent is called). She'll be competing for Miss Universe next because she's a bad bitch ig? Lmao. She just is very competitive. Wren thinks Angelique is generally less insufferable than Kingston, but the two of them in a room together is like nails on a chalkboard to Wren. Wren and Angelique are a little closer, but "close" as in like... they get along okay, they'll pick up *if* the other calls, and she nags Wren the least of any of their family members (but that's just because she "has better things to do"). That being said, she does call Wren "baby Wren" which drives them nuts (but she's being affectionate in her own way).

*Fun fact: all of the Oparas are Foxbury alum except for our dear Wren and they never hear the end of it!

*Also a fun fact but, needless to say, Wren's mom doesn't want to end her political career as a mayor: she's working her way up the political ladder to the presidential candidacy, babyyyyy!!! On the flip-side, Abdou has always been a strict parent who cares about "legacy" and that's why they're so anal about protecting the family's public image and why they're especially hard on Wren who thinks all of those things are kind of bullshit.

FINALLY, I do want to note that I didn't include one *technical* family member, Kingston's college sweetheart and fiancé Kasi who Wren actually enjoys being around and thinks is way out of their brother's league.

Anyway okay I'm done now here they are side-by-side as promised:

Irl I imagine their heights to vary (with Wren being taller than their mom but shorter than everyone else) but I was too lazy to use a height slider.

Okay NOW I'm done for real lmao byeeeeeeee

a selection of scholarship about L. furius and C. martinus:

Station, Jessica. "'A dignity separate from the common crowd': Plutarch's Lucius Furius Camillus." Roman History 178, no. 4 (2000): 43-67.

Toast, John C. "Lucius Furius Camillus: A Prosopological Study." Classical Biannually 34, no. 1 (2005): 135-68.

Stone, Lydia. "Stoicism in the Age of Sulla: The Philosophical Fragmenta of Lucius Furius Camillus Revisited" in Studies in Roman Philosophy in the Republican Period, eds. Gary Boring and Harold Dairy, 450-521. (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2017)

Smithson, Christian. "Queering the Republic: Lucius Furius Camillus and Gaius Martinus." The Online Journal of LGBT Studies 10, no. 4 (2021): 89-104.

Dageurrotype, Stephen. "The Mind of an Ambitious Man: A Psychoanalytical Study of Gaius Martinus." Freudian Studies Daily 435, no. 7 (1976): 34-48.

Hartlewood, C.B.T. "The Work and Life of a Scholar and Nobleman: Lucius Camillus and the Republic." The Yearly Classical Journal of the Wavendon Gentleman's Club 13 (1914): 76-98.

Daquiri-Smith, Janet. "Reading Lucius Furius Camillus in Seneca's Epistulae Morales: A Complicated Legacy." in A Companion to Seneca's Epistulae Morales, 2nd ed. eds. Janet Daquiri-Smith and Ben Daiquiri, 480-503. (Newark: John Wiley & Sons, 2009)

Tank, John. "The Military Strategy of Gaius Martinus." in The Roman Republican Army, ed. William H. Conical, 256-304. (Boston: Brill, 2013)

William T. Wiley

INKtober Day 5- DR HELL

Before Robotnik, and Dr Wiley, there was Dr Hell; the arch nemesis of Mazinger Z, self-proclaimed future ruler of the world, and classic anime’s most diabolical mad scientist! From reverse-engineering the technology of an ancient civilization to build and unleash giant killer robots, to reanimating the dead to serve as his minions, allying with ancient alien space gods, cheating death itself, and even once controlling a robot with the power to rewrite reality, Dr Hell’s infamous legacy would reach almost near-mythic proportions!

reading dorothy allison write of amber hollibaugh, “i watched her nurture lovers and their books, watched her set hers aside over and over again to help someone else,” and thinking about kennedy & davis saying compared to butches they interviewed, fems talked less about their internal experiences during their memories & more about what was happening in the community (which i want to be clear is the product of their specific social environment & not some inherent difference)

& thinking about how much i’ve coped with being homebound through recognizing my impact on the world through my partners’ actions, the way my support is part of the invisibilized scaffolding making their writing & research & activism & protection of others possible

guess my takeaway goes both directions: my own writing is just as much a part of my legacy, and no work is done in isolation — the femme who nurtures their lovers’ work is often positioned as synonymous with the cishet academic’s wife, both of whom are met with contemptuous pity (i’m reminded of rachel wiley asking “do you love femmes or just femme labor?” — but they only love femme labor when they don’t know it’s there)

but the solution isn’t for everybody to go write independently unnurtured; rather ideally everybody would have options, would be supported & respected in their work & have that work valued, including & especially when it’s the work of nurturing. to nurture lovers & their books (their posters, their journal articles, their speeches) is one of the two great callings & crafts of my current life, one of the most fulfilling & rewarding things i’ve ever done — an impact invisibilized even to myself until the months & years they spent painting it neon pink for me.

& when i’m ready to write, they nurture me right back.

59: Nass El Ghiwane // Nass El Ghiwane

Nass El Ghiwane Nass El Ghiwane 1976, Plein Soleil

The job of a label press release is to pique interest in a record, and when you’re in the ~*world music*~ reissue business that usually means trying to find a parallel between your artist and a familiar touchstone, angling for the off chance an openminded shopper will take a shot and throw your record into the day’s stack. This is the ship that launched a thousand “the [western artist] of [non-western country]” blurbs (“The Hendrix of Turkey!” “The Joni Mitchell of Zambia!” “The Mort Garson of Brunei!” etc.). It worked on me when a somewhat younger, much callower version of myself snagged Nass El Ghiwane (1976) from a shop that’d taped an excerpt of the press release to the sleeve. Here it is in full:

“Formed in 1971, Nass El Ghiwane's five members first performed in the avant-garde of Morocco's underground theater scene. Following their debut performance as a band in Rabat at Tayeb Seddiki's Mohammed V Theatre, their songs became the 1970s anthems of Moroccan youth -- nationalist, rebellious, experimental, and bygone all at once. They are Morocco's most enduring musical legacy. They modernized the way music was transmitted to the disenchanted and rebellious youth of their country. Their concerts would turn into riots as their music and lyrics incited deep affection from their virulent fan base. Their music echoes medieval Moroccan oral traditions; coming from the Gnawa trance music of their ancestors, they sang tales of Sufi mystics and wrote lyrics that criticized the conservative monarchy of Mohammed V. They were the first to introduce the banjo, guembri, and colloquial Moroccan Arabic in their version of the shaabi genre. Nass El Ghiwane were a huge influence on Algeria's modern Raï movement, as Cheb Khaled started his career covering Nass El Ghiwane's songs. This is exemplary trance music and the foundation of the modern era in Moroccan music. Martin Scorsese has called them "‘The Rolling Stones of Morocco.’" It could be argued that Scorsese's claim would be more accurate if the Stones were fronted by Bob Dylan. This is the first ever vinyl reissue of their third album from 1976, one of the most desired LPs in their legendary discography. Fully remastered sound.”

It's a near platonic ideal of its kind—rife with dope-sounding references (Gnawa trance music! Sufi mystics! Concerts breaking out into riots!), and intriguing bold-type names.* I might have had no idea who Cheb Khaled was, but the wording insinuated I should and would like to, and the references to the Stones and Dylan suggested I was holding some kind of wicked fusion of Arabic folk music and heavy rock. Which anyone who knows anything about Gnawa trance music, or shaabi, or Raï, probably could’ve told me it wasn’t, but none of those people were in Sonic Boom Records at that time, so they didn’t, and I ended up with a record I really didn’t know what to make of for quite a while.

To paraphrase writer Ralph Wiley’s rejoinder to Saul Bellow’s (allegedly) dismissive question, “Who is the Tolstoy of the Zulus?”, the Rolling Stones are the Rolling Stones of Morocco, and Dylan is the Dylan of Morocco. Nass El Ghiwane are similar to these acts in the sense that they were famous and countercultural in their own society, but what that meant in a Moroccan context, and in musical terms, is very different. “Nass El Ghiwane isn’t a pop group in the classical sense, but more of a theatre group that sings,” noted Tayeb Seddiki, a theater director who helped launch their career. He continues:

“They’re sort of troubadours. In the Atlas Mountains, we have three or four poets who travel from souk to souk, from village to village, singing stories from a political, economic or sociological viewpoint that deeply interests people. […] Nass El Ghiwane were the first, and they still are. Moroccans recognize themselves in the group. They see their problems reflected in their songs, their daily lives and all their issues.”

This is something close to a working definition of the appeal of any ethnic or national folk music, music that seems to concentrate the experience of living within one’s culture into song. Like many American and British folk revival artists of the ‘50s and ‘60s, Nass El Ghiwane began by performing and reinterpreting traditional songs. In their case, this was romantic poetry that had been preserved through oral traditions going back generations. Once thoroughly steeped in the scales and structures of these familiar songs, they began to also create original material that felt to Moroccans like an organic outgrowth of their proud musical lineage.

Though I eventually grew to appreciate the insistent rhythms and passionate group vocals of the LP I’d purchased, it wasn’t until I watched the 1981 documentary/concert film Trances (الحال) by director Ahmed El Maânouni that I got a better handle on what made Nass El Ghiwane such a profound experience to their fans. (I highly recommend this 88-minute film, which Criterion re-released in the 2000s. I was able to easily find a high quality rip on the Internet Archive, and this YouTube version is decent.) Nass El Ghiwane’s performances alternated between dramatic spoken word monologues and incantatory rave ups which left audiences in exhausted, cleansed heaps. The film makes explicit the connections between the ecstatic healing rituals of the Gnawa and the wild dancing of the band’s young fans:

Here, at last, comes the time of ecstasy, of trances

Those who refuse to their senses the gift of trances shall wither

Trances also gives welcome insight into each member’s personality and role in the band. There is virtuosic banjo player Allal Yaâla, a quiet Black Moroccan with a mastery of Arabic, Berber, and occidental scales who taught the others much of their original repertoire. Tabla drummer and frequent lead singer Larbi Batma was their soul, a lanky, intense poet whose seriousness was offset by the sly humour of bendir (handheld frame drum) player Omar Sayed, the strongest actor of the troupe and perhaps its most gifted singer. The longest-running version of the band was rounded out by Abderrahmane "Paco" Kirouche on sintir (a sort of bass lute) and daadoua (a shoulder-held goblet drum), a robust man who’d been a woodcarver before finding musical success.

Nass El Ghiwane is an LP I appreciate more as I discover more of its context, knowing not only who these men are but how their talents fit together; some notion of where their music came from, and how audiences of their time received it. It benefits from being played as loudly as you’re comfortable with and being listened to in a meditative frame of mind. Nass El Ghiwane were “the Nass El Ghiwane of Morocco” just as they are the Nass El Ghiwane of Canada, Cambodia, and Fiji—but if a Scorsese quote comparing them to the Stones is what got me listening to them, I reckon that’s fair enough.

59/365

* Also, bless the Plein Soleil press release writers for bolding Mohammed V’s name, in case there were any real Alawi-dynasty heads out there in record-land. Worth noting they got the wrong king though, as it was actually Mohammed V’s son Hassan II who was in power during NEG’s heyday!

The carriage ride from Southwatch to Lily Pier seemed endless. Hers was just one of a collection of carriages and wagons making the trip across the duchy via a gayful caravan. Any other time it would be amusing - wagons snaking through the farmland and countryside, singing and playing games to not only keep themselves occupied on the long trip but encouraged to do so in an effort to spread cheer.  Spout stops or two house towns along the road would be overwhelmed with children, treats, and excitement before the caravan was off again, leaving behind coin and cheer for their tolerance of the visit. The month of Winter Veil was upon them and the holiday itself was fast approaching. 

Lyric, the all knowing, made sure Rosemarri was riding alone. Her windows curtained with only one part drawn enough so that she could watch the endless gold of the fields and perhaps spot a wild horse or three but it was not a time for reflection. She couldn’t. Heartbreak was a soul-crushing feeling and if she dared to give herself the moment she wasn’t sure she would be able to drag herself out. 

“Melek..” She spoke out loud, though no one was in the space with her, the earring that she wore connected the pair and soon enough the carriage lurched to one side, the door opening and in dropped in the wiley rogue. 

“... are you thinking of him?”  He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

“When we get to the pier, will you take me to the gravestone before we leave?”  

“Aye..- it will have to be a short visit.”

“I know, I would not dare to stall winter veil.” She attempted a smile and the effort alone summoned a frown from the pirate-knight.

“What else..”

“He left.”

When he said nothing she finally turned her head so that talasite could find him. Confusion flickered across his scar-laden features, a wry twist of his mouth tattled that he was not sure what that meant. Alanden? He did leave, in a sense. But it was more like he was stolen from them by death itself.

“He left.” She repeated. “.. me.” It welled, a sickening feeling of anguish that crawled up her throat and stalled behind the porcelain mask she had sewn to her face. “Burrich decided this was not the life he needed to dedicate himself to, Kul Tiras called for him and it will keep him.” “Shit..” He whispered. “The girls keep asking for him, everyone keeps expecting him to be in this carriage with me.”  One delicate hand tapped glove-covered fingers against the seat beside her. “What do I say? I say.. I was not important enough, I was not solid enough to keep the huntsman satisfied with this life? What do I say? He did not trust me to help him with his legacy? Was my river too wide for him to cross, I had thought he had made it successfully and did not drown in my legacy..” She inhaled sharply pulling her attention from the rogue and returning it to the countryside. Her lips parted to say more but she was choking on her list of failures and heartbreak and so closed her mouth and fixed her stare on the distant dim of Duskwood’s curse.  After a moment she wordlessly removed the com that bound her to the huntsman and passed it to him. 

“Please.”

“Of course, my lady.”

mom & dad probably

I’m going to Boston in a few months. Any recs on must-sees and food spots?

Hmm, if it’s your first time, do all the touristy stuff. Here’s what I’d recommend sight-seeing/event wise:

1) Fenway Park - no brainer! Even if the Sox aren’t in town or it’s the off-season, take a tour. The history is rich and it ends with a pretty cool museum walkthrough.

2) the freedom trail - this is a lot of fun and some of the tour guides are super funny and knowledgeable. This is a nice primer for the most famous lore of Boston.

3) Boston Public Library (main branch in Copley Square) - the library is huge and the architecture is a lot of fun to look at. Best part? The Triumph of Religion mural by John Singer Sargent.

4) Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum and MFA Boston - the Gardner is great for more Sargent pieces, as well as the heist that took place there decades ago! You can see where the missing paintings used to hang. The MFA has a stunning Kehinde Wiley in addition to lots of great exhibits.

5) the USS Constitution - this is a cool thing to see on a trip to Charlestown, especially if you’re already there to see the Bunker Hill monument. The Consitution has a cute interactive museum that’s pretty informative about the ship and its travels.

6) the Museum of African American History - right in the heart of Beacon Hill! Learn about Beacon Hill’s history as a Black neighborhood and the legacy of Black resistance in the city of Boston.

Honorary Mention: TD Garden - a sports cathedral (go to a C’s game if you can!), a day trip to Salem (I named my kid after the place it’s so much fun!), Jamaica Plain’s Latin Quarter (patronize some local latine businesses and eat some bomb Dominican food), the North End (little Italy - cultural hub!)

And some food places I’d recommend:

1) Archie’s New York Deli in Downtown Crossing (by Macy’s) - go for breakfast. Their deli sandwiches are good, too, but the yahoo breakfast sandwich is like an egg McMuffin on crack. So tasty. They even have homemade ketchups and sauces!

2) Bova’s bakery - I’m a simple bitch for this one but oh god is this place good. Gotta go for: a lobster tail, a cannolu, or ricotta pie. Or if you’re like me, all three and a cookie on the side.

3) Carmelina’s- another famous North End place. What can I say? I’m a sucker for good Italian. Get the Sunday macaroni. You’ll thank me later.

4) Parziale’s bakery - time for more baked goods. And while you’re at it, grab a slice of Sicilian style pizza to go. It’s so fucking good.

5) Zoe’s Chinese Restaurant- go out to Somerville for these bomb soup dumplings.

I’m sure there’s so much more food out there to try! These are the best things I remember eating off the top of my head. And if you’re at Fenway, have a Fenway Frank, please. And a sausage and peppers from one of the carts outside. The guys’ll be sure to tell you how much cheaper it is to buy from them than inside the stadium.

Have tons of fun!

Wait r u a starkid fan??? (If not then pls ignore this uwu)

I'm gay and on Tumblr what do you think

No but on a legitimate note I've seen just about every Starkid show (not including the Tin Can Bros stuff because I can't fucking find it on YouTube) except for Ani, and I tried watching that but I'm not into Star Wars so it just fell very flat for me. I got into Starkid because of TGWDLM. I love the Hatchetfield series, Twisted, Trail to Oregon, and Holy Musical Batman. I liked Starship (absolutely loved Dylan's song in that) well enough but the ending was kinda bleh, and I just,, was not a massive fan of Firebringer or MAMD. They're fine enough but I probably wouldn't rewatch them. The Very Potter series was pretty good too but with everything that happened with JK Rowling I kinda distanced myself from it.

I ended up leaving the fandom for a bit because of the whole Robert Manion thing that I'm actually still not sure what exactly happened??? My mental health just could not deal with it at the time. But idk it sounds like stuff got resolved so ?? Idk. I know he got removed from NT2 to 'rebuild trust with the team/cast member in question' but apparently people are saying he's gonna come back for NPMD? If he does come back then I hope it's because everyone - including and especially the person he harassed - has agreed that they feel safe with him. I try to be optimistic in general and he did seem genuinely remorseful about what happened so,,, idk I'm not up to date enough to really have an opinion on all of that. It was a dark time for everyone for sure but I hope things are better.

Also I've been thinking about writing some Hatchetfield stuff and maybe messing with a Last Legacy/Hatchetfield crossover. You can throw some ideas at me if you want.

Anyways when NPMD comes out I will become a fucking monster and I apologize ahead of time.

Rant/Spoilers for Black Friday below because I have a lot of feelings about it:

Okay first and foremost I love Dylan Saunders and I love Kim Whalen but the Tom/Becky relationship was so whatever to me that I just,, didn't care about them tbh. The basic idea of it was sweet but idk!! I think the difference between them and Paul/Emma in TGWDLM (who I love) is that Paul and Emma kinda fell in love throughout the story whereas Tom and Becky kept bringing the plot to a complete grinding halt to do their shit. Take Me Back was just lackluster imo.

I loved Jeff Blim (as I always do lol) He is In A Hurry and him?? As fuckin uh??? Mister John McNamara????? ouGH I LOVE HIM 07. He makes me wanna take a solemn vow to become my best self now. I openly simp for him. He's just a fuckin spectral agent in the Black and White now and I hope he's fucking Wiley's shit up.

Also the way that Joey Richter's voice got all gruff when he said 'a gob of fucking lust'??? orz.

As a neurodivergent younger sibling with a well-meaning-but-sometimes-not-the-best-but-still-trying older sister and an abusive mother, Lex and Hannah hit me right in the chest. Especially because when we were younger my sister always talked about leaving home together. Absolutely loved Ethan but why can Robert Manion never survive the fucking show. Reversed!Ethan killed me and my heart broke for Hannah so bad.

My biggest gripe is that tOM SPENT THE ENTIRE FUCKING SHOW BEING LIKE 'OH I HAVE TO GET THIS DOLL FOR MY SON' AND THEN PAUL AND EMMA SHOW UP AT THE END LIKE 'HEY SHIT IS GOING CRAZY AND WE WERE GONNA RUN TO THE BUNKER BUT TIM REFUSED TO LEAVE YOU' AND INSTEAD OF GOING TO HIS SON (since Tim couldn't be in the group because yeah obviously Hannah needed to be there) (yes Tom would have missed the final number but it would have made way more narrative sense to the fucking character arc he'd been going through) HE STAYS AND GETS NUKED AND TIM DIES IN THAT FUCKING CAR ALL ALONE HAVING NEVER SEEN HIS DAD AGAIN AND I AM FROTHING AT THE FUCKING MOUTH. 'IF I FAIL YOU' GUESS WHAT TOM YOU FUCKING DID

James Leonard Farmer Jr. (January 12, 1920 – July 9, 1999) was a civil rights activist and leader in the Civil Rights Movement "who pushed for the nonviolent protest to dismantle segregation, and served alongside Martin Luther King Jr." He was the initiator and organizer of the first Freedom Ride in 1961, which led to the desegregation of interstate transportation in the US. He was born in Marshall, Texas, to James L. Farmer Sr. and Pearl Houston, who were both educators. His father was a professor at Wiley College, and a Methodist minister with a Ph.D. in theology from Boston University. His mother, a homemaker, was a graduate of Florida's Bethune-Cookman Institute. He married Winnie Christie (1945-1946). He married Lula A. Peterson (1949-1977) and they had two daughters. He earned a BS at Wiley College and a B. Div from Howard University. During WWll, he had official status as a conscientious objector. He co-founded the Committee of Racial Equality in Chicago along with George Houser, James R. Robinson, Samuel E. Riley, Bernice Fisher, Homer Jack, and Joe Guinn. It was later called the Congress of Racial Equality and was dedicated to ending racial segregation in the US through nonviolence. He served as the national chairman from 1942 to 1944 He was known as "one of the Big Four civil rights leaders in the 1960s, together with King, NAACP chief Roy Wilkins and Urban League head Whitney Young." He was a child prodigy; as a freshman in 1934 at the age of 14, he enrolled at Wiley College. He was selected as part of the debate team. Melvin B. Tolson, a professor of English, became his mentor. The Great Debaters is a biographical drama film directed by and starring Denzel Washington. It is based on an article written about the Wiley College debate team by Tony Scherman for the spring 1997 issue of American Legacy. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #omegapsiphi https://www.instagram.com/p/CnT_zBzOP7o/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=