Took a library discard into the doc's office today--Dangerous Women, I think it's called, I can't remember, about woman outsiders during the Ming Dynasty. It has the air about it of being someone's doctoral thesis, but expanded and made more accessible. The author explicitly says, in the introduction, that she wants to avoid obscuring the interesting, very real women she's discussing and quoting, so she's chosen to avoid talking-about and jargon as much as possible.

Anyway, since "geishas" are mentioned on the cover (the author knows geisha are from Japan; she explained her use of the word in the introduction), my doc was all, "Uh huh," very skeptical, and was all, "I don't know, Rat, don't you think the way they glorify geishas is just a way of prettying up prostitution?" "They" meaning Westerners. As a Filipina, this is something she has a bit of a personal stake in, since Filipinas are often exploited by the sex trades in Thailand, and whenever she goes to Thailand or China, she knows people seeing her with her (white) husband assume she's with a john. She's just more aware of the issue because of that, I guess. So we talked about that, and actually I agree with her, agree that pretty much any society with prostitution will do the best it can to pretend that prostitution has no ramifications for the ones selling their services, and that there should be no moral imperatives for johns to not be creeps. Since society insists that people--mostly women, but at any rate, marginalized people--prostitute themselves, the least it could do is offer those people courtesy and protection. But no, it can't even do that.

So yeah, that was kinda nifty. The conversation, I mean, not society's hypocritical stance on prostitution.

In other book-related news, the Liles book on natural dyeing arrived today--yeah, the one I was swearing about a week ago, because Big Stupid Corporate Library got rid of their copies, most likely because someone in Circ thought they were "weird" or "old," the asses. That is what happens when you have circ get rid of books for you without oversight, is all I'm saying, goddamn. So it's here, even though I do almost no natural dyeing and half the mordants he calls for are fucking perilous, let me assure you, but Liles is a wizard at dyeing on plant fibers--which I don't really care about on a practical level, to be honest, I'm a wool person--and generally is to be trusted in all things. I can remember that someone was talking with me about a vegetable-dyed black a few weeks ago, but I can't remember who it was. If they want to know, they should comment here and I'll look it up. Cos if anyone knows, it's Liles.
A dainty logo that reads "Ladies' Sewing Circle and Terrorist Society"
( Feb. 5th, 2010 10:01 pm)
Someone asked me (well not me personally, but me in a survey) what I think feminism is.
The [battle for the] complete dissolution of the society-wide system of domination and submission, which manifests itself most commonly as the oppression of women, transgender persons, and children, but also manifests itself in terms of race, class, ability, ethnicity, religion, social conformity, and about a half million other things I'm probably missing.
Fuck, I forgot to put in the part in brackets. Oh well. Way to read for clarity, Rat. At any rate, point is, Rat, you so Rattish. Never change.

The survey, which she'd really like as many people as possible to take, is here. It's open to anyone. You don't have to be a knitter, a woman, or a feminist to take it. It's got an issue of clarity here and there (the questions about identifying acts as feminine, for instance), but she lets you put in comments on those questions so if you have misgivings about how your answer will be interpreted, you can clarify.

Oh, I wish she'd specified location, though! She didn't. It's probably too late for her to change it. Oh well. Not every country is going to have the same attitudes, after all. Anyway, it's a short survey and you're helping a student, so.

(Crossposted from LJ)
"Purls of wisdom: A collectivist study of human information behaviour in a public library knitting group":
Purpose – The authors aim to apply a collectivist theoretical framework to the study of human information behaviour and the construction of meaning in a knitting group held in a branch of a large Canadian (Ontario) public library. Design/methodology/approach – The research design was naturalistic and consisted of active participant observation of five knitting group sessions and semi-structured interviews with 12 group members. Field notes were taken, and both observations and interviews were audio taped and transcribed. Field notes and transcripts were coded qualitatively. Findings – Information practices and contextual factors are mutually constitutive. The location of the circle in a public library, the physical characteristics of the act of knitting, and the social meanings of the activities taking place within the group, including the significance of gender and caring, are integrally linked to HIB in this setting. Findings are described verbally and illustrated through a model. Research limitations/implications – This study applies collectivist understandings to enrich concepts such as the “information ground” that have previously been studied largely from constructivist perspectives. As a small-scale naturalistic study, results are context-specific and must be applied tentatively. Practical implications – This study provides an example of how programs in public libraries can provide opportunities for information behaviour and the construction of meaning for members of the community. Originality/value – This study contributes a collectivist approach to research on everyday-life information seeking and on the library as a place.
Published in Journal of Documentation, Volume 63, issue 1 (2007), p. 90-114

It might be nice to do this once a week. Let's see if I remember that next Friday.
Shatner&Nimoy eating, in costume
( Feb. 1st, 2010 11:15 pm)
Small chuck steaks, pan-broiled on high flame, three minutes each side: quite acceptable.
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Or, a post related to male privilege and sexual assault in geekdom. Well really, just some links. A few days ago, I posted an imperfect but (for me) energetic attempt to discuss the way privilege and marginalization intersect to normalize Nice Guyism and other misogynist behaviors in geek dudes; in that post, I referenced a previous Geek Feminism post on the subject that related specifically to conferences.

Well, they just posted an update/response/further discussion, so there's the link.
Antics, of greater or lesser hilarity:
  • A new fantasy novel arrives.  I carry it to two co-workers who are slightly hep, and say to them, "D'you see this novel?  This published novel?  The author of this also writes slash real-person tentacle pr0n.  It's pretty well-written.  You will never un-know that now."
  • Fighting three teenaged boys out the front door, one sneers and calls me "sir," fully aware that despite my close-cropped hair and lack of makeup, I am a woman.  I close the gap between us in a heartbeat, lean close, and snarl slowly and clearly, "If you ever speak to me or anyone else in this library like that again, you will not be permitted back in until you sit down with the manager.  We don't allow hate speech in this building."  I decide the conversation is over before I opt to sock the little bastard instead.  Am high-fived by the manager when telling her about the entire incident.
  • ...
  • There is no four.
Yeah, there were supposed to be three of these, but I can't remember them.  Oh well.  I heard that the little fuckers were also using "Jew" as an insult (they use "gay" as an insult all the time, and despite the hate-speech rules on our books it's just tolerated, because, well, boys will be boys or something), and I'm considering finding out from our new manager if I can introduce special disciplinary measures if I hear them using that or any other hate speech.  Like: you can't come back to the library until you personally write and hand to me or the manager a three-page report on anti-Semitism, or misogyny, or bullying, or or or.  I bet I won't be allowed to.  Heh.
Still really unhappy with the last post. Two days of hacking at it and it's still not what I wanted to say. Fuck it.

I'm puzzled, on a sort of ongoing basis, about interactions in which I admit to specific ignorance, and it's assumed by the other person that I am instead massively ignorant, or perhaps just stupid. I'm not sure if this is because of some kind of culture of perfection--you know, never admit you don't know something--or...what, really. I haven't said anything especially idiotic in these situations, usually just, "Gosh, I didn't know [X specific fact], thank you!" or similar. I find these interactions frustrating, because being treated like I'm stupid is one of those Things That Really Gets To Me, and plus, it's just willfully bad interpretation on the other person's part. Do people really go around never admitting it when they don't know stuff? Do people who do that ever actually learn anything? This confuses me.

At any rate, I'm more likely to respect someone for candidly admitting ignorance of a subject than for pretending to knowledge they don't have--or for using my ignorance as an excuse for condescension.
  • Everything
  • A post asking if any "gamer girls" are out there, because the (male) poster has a female friend (who I suspect is imaginary) who is desperate to game with other "girls"
  • A post like the above, not including the girl's woman's contact info, but rather the dude's.
  • The probable refusal on the part of Gamer Dude to wonder why his (possibly imaginary) woman friend feels so uncomfortable gaming with dudely dudes that she wants to game with more girls women
Mind you, this is possibly a sleazebag way for Gamer Dude to get the contact info of lots of "girls," rather than an actual thing with actual basis in reality, so.  But again, people wonder why women are hesitant to take part in geek culture, you know?  Or why we build areas just for us.  It's because of all the bullshit, plain and simple.

In related news, the posts about "Why geeks are human failures" are going around again, and the thing is, these posts seem really useful at first.  They describe behaviors that really do happen.  What they don't do is hold a society obsessed with relentless conformity to task for rejecting people based on mostly harmless behaviors.  Instead, they blame the victims--the awkward, the smart, the curious, the interested, the passionate--for the way they're treated.  Such lists also tend not to explore the creepy, passive-aggressive-macho thing that often happens in the male-dominated portion of geekdom.  I'm talking about Nice Guys, the dudes who think that women owe them attention, adulation, and favors because they're dudes of low social status, and therefore haven't been quite as able as dudes of high social status to take advantage of and harm others.  Well, and just because they're dudes, of course.

A lot of the overtalking, the dissing of others' intelligence, etc. that's described in these lists happens in a male-female dynamic, you know.  Because it's an unacknowledged, but treasured element of our culture that no matter how low-status a dude is, there's almost always a woman somewhere he can push around, if not through direct means, then through manipulation and guile.  Cos you know, they've grown up in the same culture we have.  They've seen how being an alpha male means that fabulous privileges accrue to you, and they want a piece of that, too, so they're experimenting with the methods.  How can they establish dominance over others?  Who is most susceptible, who least likely to fight back?  Who has something they want?  How can they get that?  So the mansplaining, the guilt-tripping, the connivance, the close-talking, the groping and other unwanted sexual behavior (apparently prevalent at cons), all of that comes into play in that way, too.  That's so all-pervasive in geekdom that it's actually considered normal--"Oh, he's just awkward, he just doesn't know how to act"--when of course, it should be an outrage.

The outrage comes when female geeks raise questions about how women are treated in the various geek subcultures.  Geek Feminism, for instance, discusses the way women in tech receive a lot of backlash, and has enumerated the reasons geek gatherings are often not safe for women.  Discussing this is apparently so infuriating that the blog is often attacked by misogynist trolls, and recently, the trolling escalated to threats of violence.  The Nice Guy quickly loses his veneer of civility when questioned.

That's probably where the divide occurs, come to think of it.  Because really, there's little awesomer than a genuinely civilized geek man, that is, if you're of the sort who likes men.  Well, and even if you don't like men for sleeping with, isn't it nice to have civilized friends?  It surely is.  So that's where the divide between the Nice Guy geek and the genuinely civilized geek gent occurs, maybe: one wants to defend his unearned privilege, and the other wants to interact with his fellow human beings, some of whom are women.  The latter person is a lot more pleasant to be around.

So those lists are interesting, and maybe even a little useful, because they describe behaviors which many of us are unconsciously performing.  There is some truth to what they say.  Unfortunately, they also are just another way of beating the socially-awkward or different over the head and telling them to be more normal.  They also ignore the fact that some of the behaviors they mention are, in many contexts, less about awkwardness and more about power, which then leads to jaundiced eye-turning and heavy sighing and verbose posting by yours truly.
A still from "The Horror of Dracula" in which someone presses a cross to a vampire's forehead.
( Jan. 25th, 2010 10:39 pm)
It's always my posts that are full of swears, or phrases like "Hawt Smexins," or that talk about willies, that get linked by people. Alas. I have a lovely post about fear and the importance of fear and how society tries to move us away from fear, around here somewhere...no? Hm. How about if I mention willies?

"PENIS! Now that I've got your attention, let's discuss the nature of fear. That fear, it's always up in a person's grill, amirite? Now in this one episode of RGB..."

I can even make it fandom-related, see?
Fritz Lang and Thea von Harbou reading in an opulent room.
( Jan. 24th, 2010 06:58 pm)
"Most of the public still takes the position, 'How does this concern me?' The idea that each individual is responsible for what happens to the poorest, most anonymous child on the street hasn't even dawned on the public at large!"

It's been a long time since I saw the old edition of "M," which was subtitled in the 50s or 60s, but I am 100% that the "socialist" line at the very end was deliberately left untranslated (leaving the onus for the children's deaths squarely on their suffering parents, rather than an uncaring society), and I'm 99% sure that this line was left untranslated, too.

The more I watch this--in a new, retitled version put out by Criterion, thank goodness--the more I think that Lang and Von Harbou were trying to talk about class issues, too. In the first few minutes of the movie, we're shown a victim's mother as she scrubs her neighbors' laundry and prepares lunch for her daughter. This is not a neglectful, uncaring parent, as the former US translation would have led us to believe--a parent who just didn't care enough to keep an eye on her kid. She was not ignoring her child. She was too poor to stop work and meet Elsie at school. We do see other parents meeting their children at school, yes: and today, for the first time, after watching this movie at least 8 or 9 times before, I noticed that they were all wealthy. They had heavy coats, nice clothes, many of them in furs. They were rich. Every minute not-working didn't mean the difference between putting a meal on the table or going hungry, like it clearly did for Elsie's ma. Laundresses are not exactly notorious for living high on the hog.

There's always something more to tease out from a Lang/Von Harbou movie. OK, not if we're talking about "Woman in the Moon." That's a rotten picture. But at least it's gorgeous.
P/E/s OTP
( Jan. 24th, 2010 12:27 pm)
I do hope my RGB pals (and anyone who enjoys geekery) will read this amusing Doonesbury strip.

Maybe actual image here later when I'm not on the baaaaaby laptop. It's a sweet little machine but everything is more complicated on it.
This year's Blog for Choice prompt, "Trust Women," is taken from a button that Dr. George Tiller wore. Dr. Tiller was murdered by an anti-choice terrorist last year. He came to abortion rights the long way around, first thinking that only "scumbags" performed abortions, but gradually coming to realize that total bodily sovereignty is a human right, and that the right to choose is literally a life or death matter for women.

So, for that, he was murdered.

The prompt doesn't mean much to me, because it's never occurred to me not to trust women, or even to think that women aren't trustworthy to decide when they do or don't want to carry a child to term. Our trustworthiness is not even an issue, because as human beings, we are the only ones who have the right of ownership over our persons. What does occur to me, quite regularly, is that men are not trustworthy to tell us when we should or shouldn't terminate a pregnancy. Men have repeatedly demonstrated that they are not trustworthy to decide what's good for us. If men want to work with us, alongside us, as fellow human beings, then they must do what Dr. Tiller did: they must trust women, and keep their laws off our bodies. Trust is reciprocal. I'll trust you if you'll trust me.

Dr. Tiller had been threatened and even injured before, and he did not back down. He was not the first person to work for women's rights, and not even the first man to do so, but the work he did was vital and important to thousands of women. He worked, daily, for our freedom. The work he did, helping women to achieve or maintain bodily sovereignty, goes against some of the deepest-held beliefs of our culture, and for that he had to die. Whether or not I trust women is a non-issue, but I would have trusted George Tiller.
Gawd, I'm just fuckin' exhausted. I mean, seriously. I'm just too fuckin' tired. You name it, I'm too fuckin' tired for it. I may be too tired to eat dinner. No, I'm probably not that fuckin' tired.

The more tired I am, the more profanity I use. It am a fact.

I really want to read this post linked in [community profile] linkspam about slash as women's self-erasure, because it sort of parallels some shit I said about slash back in the day (back in the day three months ago) about how women* may just be using slash** as a way of exploring sexual relationships*** between partners with equal social status, or at least between partners who have to deal with incredibly little demeaning sexist bullshit, which leaves the writer and reader free to explore, you know, actual love, or power dynamics, or class, or race, or Hawt Smexins, without having the all-pervasive smelly dead-skunk spectre of Patriarchy all up in the mix, because believe you me, that fucks up enough relationships in the real world**** without it intruding all up into our fic, too. At the time, I didn't feel like talking about how that use of slash has negative aspects as well*****, because shit, son, what doesn't. Plus, I was tired, just like I am tired now, so that link is basically a reminder to yours truly to read that shit later, son.



*SOME women, yes.
**SOME slash, okay, yes.
***SOME sexual rela--look, can we just take it that I'm writing in good faith already, and let me stop with the explaininating?
****The Laughing Rat Ex-Boyfriends Rogues' Gallery, let me show you it, but not really because ew
*****Do I really have to explain, here, that I adore slash so please don't jump down my throat for being a slash-hater? Do I?
The Harold Ramis and Bill Murray in "The Ghostbusters" encounter a tall, narrow stack of books in the NYPL
( Jan. 16th, 2010 04:49 pm)
Accidentally-sort-of picked up The Fifth Elephant and read the first few pages, and now am committed to reading it again. I might actually own it, but I can't remember, and I'd hate to count on its being at home if it's not. So I'll check it out.

I ran across Feet of Clay the other day and remembered with a start that it had a considerable amount of subtext--hardly sub-, really--about oppression, and how oppression can screw with your head, and how the words in our heads can do a lot for or to us. I think this is what Pratchett was trying to talk about in Unseen Academicals, but in that book he did so more explicitly and, in so doing, closed off the openness of interpretation that made Feet of Clay so effective. It's the difference between being given a picture of a fascinating and ambiguous scene and allowed to learn and examine and project and infer from it all by yourself, and being given a fascinating and ambiguous scene, but having someone try to tell you exactly what it means and getting it wrong in some significant ways. I still think Unseen Academicals is really good, and I like that Mr. Pratchett is engaging with difficult issues, but I think he does that better when he doesn't try to tell us exactly what those issues entail for the people who experience them.

Also, I'd like to try fatsup, but it frankly sounds as if it'd give me heartburn. Given that a lot of Discworld stuff has real-world antecedents, there's probably some Eastern European recipe out there that's similar.
SHIT, SON, I am glad you asked!

Today I purchased chipotle pepper and decided in that moment that vegetarianism could take a flying fuck at the moon! There is nothing, son, like a delicious breast of chicken which has been rubbed all over with the finest of chipotle pepper. There is so much nothing like it that Rat did not know how it would taste, but knew it had to be tried.

Rat. How you make the chipotle-rubbed breast of chicken.

Well goddamn, thank you for inquiring! First you get a split chicken breast. You may get more than one if you desire. Then you rinse and pat dry that chicken breast, being certain to wash your hands clean in a most fine manner before, after, and during the process as necessary. Then you rub that (or those) chicken breast(s) with the finest of olive oil, and then you mix up a spice rub consisting of chipotle pepper, garlic powder, celery salt, and kosher salt. How much chipotle pepper, garlic powder, celery salt, and kosher salt? SHIT, SON. You know you use enough, except in the case of the celery salt, because of that you will use only some. I know that you are also desirous of knowing how much spice rub to make overall, so I will tell you, as you should know by now, that you make enough. Then you rub the spice rub on all surfaces of the chicken until it is thoroughly coated, and then you put the chicken on the finest Blue Willow plate and put it in the refrigerator for about an hour, possibly more.

When you are ready to cook your chicken, it is important to preheat your oven to 400-425 degrees Fahrenheit (or the equivalent temperature if you live in a country that does not use Fahrenheit, because goddamn). Then you put the chicken on a baking sheet and you put it into the oven until it is very fine, meaning at least 165F on the inside. This may take about 40 minutes, which is an excellent opportunity to fix something delicious, such as rice.

Fixing rice is a very individual thing but nevertheless Rat advises you to do it in a fine manner. Make sure you wash the starch from your rice lest it become gummy, which is not a fine texture. It is advisable to cook with twice as much water by volume as rice, and to add salt (enough salt) and perhaps some threads of the finest and most delicate of saffron, or any saffron your supermarket can supply. Then you will bring this to a boil, stir quickly to distribute the saffron, place a close-fitting lid on the pan and turn the flame down until it knows that it has been put in its place. Shit, son, you know that you cannot make rice with obstreperous flame.

What? How long do you cook the rice? GODDAMN! You ask so many questions! You cook the rice until it is done. This may be 40 minutes. Then you will turn the flame off and vent the lid for five minutes, then fluff your rice with a fork until it is delicious.

By this time it is highly likely that your breast of chicken (bone-in, naturally, and skin-on of course, goddamn) will be thoroughly cooked yet still retain its fineness, and so you may eat both food items together in a fine (and civilized) manner. And that is how the eating-less-meat thing is treating Rat.
A whole passel o' ladies carrying human bones just settled down at a table a few yards away. Pat Robertson would flip his shit over this one.
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Houston man charged for hitting, kicking librarian.
A Houston librarian is recovering from an attack after investigators say she told a man he was being too loud.

The Harris County District Attorney's Office tells us a man named Nigel Harper was at the Robinson Westchase Library on Wednesday when the librarian told him he needed to keep his voice down. They say he didn't, and when he was told to leave, they say he hit and kicked the librarian.

She's expected to be OK. Harper was arrested and charged with assault.
Librarians are bad motherfuckers. I cannot state this enough. Some of us are badder than others, some of us are gentler than others, more or less willing to confront, more or less able to be soft...whatever. The job usually demands a mixture of a lot of different character traits and, yeah, is sometimes dangerous and almost always exhausting.

Library staff are fucking action heroes. I received the most physical injuries in one stretch of time during my year+ as a shelver. I had to wear a brace all the time for six months because my tennis elbow--shelver's elbow, really--was too agonizing otherwise. It was debilitating. Now, at one of my jobs, I suffer huge adrenaline spikes and sometimes (real, actual) triggering from having to deal with astounding noise levels or hostile patrons. It is still the best career choice I ever made, and I am not about to leave it any time soon. However, I'm aware that it's taking a toll on me in certain ways, and that one day, one of the patrons--perhaps a mentally ill person, perhaps one of the dudes who harasses female library staff because we're in public, therefore making us sexually available, perhaps an angry and frustrated college student--may well physically assault me. And I work in safe libraries. I don't work in Cincinnati, or even in one of the local branches where patrons make drug deals in the bathroom. My libraries are Nice.

Men in librarianship are often quickly given management or administrative jobs, or move up the reference ranks with disproportionate speed. They are not often held to the same standards of self-sacrifice that women are, and that goes for in the library field, too. There are many men who do genuinely care about libraries, and work their asses off to be great librarians; they're great co-workers. There's a lot who, well, joined the field because they know they'd be the equivalent of a rooster in a henhouse, and they act it.

So that's why this movie franchise infuriates me every time I run across it. Noah Wylie is not my fucking action hero, and he's not a fuckin' librarian, either. That woman who stood up to a beating because some asshole was ruining everyone else's library visit--she is my fuckin' action hero.

And let's not even talk about the preservationist/esoteric research librarian thing, and how that's considered very elite, and how, just coincidentally, it's incredibly male-dominated and difficult for women to break into. Oh wait, I just did.
Spock's phaser is his boomstick.
( Jan. 14th, 2010 07:26 am)
Account security issues and important notes from [staff profile] mark. Most of the folks in my Circle know more about this shit than I do, being on the dev team or related stuff like that, but those that aren't should know about this.
D.C. Police Confirm Condom Policy that Endangers Public Health

Wow. Just wow. Not only will actual prostitutes be less likely to carry condoms on their person now (making their work even more dangerous), but what about all the women who aren't sex-workers, but whom the police stop, harass, and make up an excuse to search because of profiling? You know, women in economically depressed neighborhoods, women walking in public late at night, women wearing revealing clothes, whatever the hell else the Man uses to profile women as sex-workers (I am sure I missed plenty). So god forbid they'd carry condoms too, right? Because the Man will harass them, and search them, and find the condoms, and they'll be hauled off on suspicion of being a hooker. Well goddamn, even if they don't wind up being charged, does that sound like fun to you? The shame, the fear, the probable abuse and sexual violence by those sterling dudes who are supposed to "serve and protect," the missed work, the bail money, whatever the hell else even "minor" jail stays require? I just--augh, there's too much here to unpack, and I'm not able to unpack it all, but I do know it's all bad.

And goddamn, I did not mean to derail from the situation of the sex-workers themselves, but rather, my point is that we can't just say, "That shit only happens to those women, you know, women not like us," or some shit, because really? This shit affects all women, because if nothing else, in the Man's eyes, we're all only one step (or two condoms) away from being a Fallen Woman and therefore fair game for all manner of violence, without any recourse.

But at any rate, it's just more proof that yes, our society really does think of sex-workers as disposable, and thinks of STDs as something that comes from those filthy, filthy women, rather than something that is also carried and spread by male bodies. I mean, clearly part of the underlying assumption here is that prostitutes are already polluted, so it doesn't fucking matter if some pay-for-rapist with an STD gives them a disease. The idea that condoms might be helpful to protect johns too, that doesn't cross the Man's mind, because after all, STDs never actually invade those perfect, whole, normal male bodies. STDs sort of, IDEK, magically hop from ho to ho (and believe me, the Man is pretty sure that any woman with an STD is automatically a "ho" and therefore to blame somehow for having such an illness), and men might be involved somewhere in that process, okay maybe, but it's not really their fault. It's just that women's bodies are so goddamn dirty, you know?
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