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Bitcoin Beyond was primarily developed to service the Tue, 23 Jan 2018 14:44:39 what is 1 block bitcoin. Its her blog and they are in love.If you are an artist and in love then you affect and inspire and sometimes directly influence eachothers work.If you want a review of Neils Book then go and google one.There are 100sThis is Amandas take on it and she was there during its creation so Id say she has justification to include herself in the story.She says at the beginning that this is an unusual post about their relationship AND his new novel.She clearly adores and admires him.Thats not self-centredThats loving someone.besides yourself. Anyway, read her story. Basically, she says that each time he has tried to bring up something to share about himself, she has responded with a “wait let’s talk about me instead.” As art goes, he is much more successful, so maybe that justifies in her mind her attitude of “look at me, look at me.” My point is if art is special for its own sake, regardless of judgment, why can’t she experience his the way he seems to for her, unselfishly. Instead, the one time she has to write about it, she starts with “I don’t even read his stuff, I don’t get it”, goes into a story about how he tried to share something once and she shut him down, and ends with, again, how everything is about her. She is willing to share, it’s just a one-way street. “i even find myself recommending “american gods” if they look like the correct strain of brainiac, even though the book didn’t totally do it for me (sue me). I owe it a re-read. Neil keeps telling me he’ll give me the secret glossary so the whole thing doesn’t fly right past my soul the way i am now convinced it did on first reading (or maybe i just don’t like it. That’s allowed, i guess).” Funny, just a couple of weeks ago (after the Salon!) I also decided I needed to re-read American Gods, because when I first read it, it really didn’t work for me and I never knew why everyone else liked it so much. I’m liking it a lot more this time. There’s a lot of rough scenes in there for a “feelings” type person, though. It might have more appeal to the people who don’t feel affected so much by violence and pain in fictional settings. The first time I read it (back when it was first released) I was pretty young and I think a lot of it was kind of beyond me, emotionally/psychologically speaking. ‘Ocean’ is queued up on my Kindle as soon as I finish ‘Gods’ •. And this is why you two are for curious and strange reasons, perhaps the two most important people in my life. You gave me reasons to keep being, inspired much of my art and made me want to wear clocks on my face (and mirrors) and hand out two headed elephants in queuesYou have had time to remember my name and to include me in things that are beyond wonderful. Neil’s books and comics have always resonated with me (perhaps because i have always felt that i more belong to myth and folklore than this realm of humanity) and your music inspired me to connect with the humanity that I never felt part of. Sometimes reading your blog, is like stepping through a curtain and into a secret nook. I keep getting new books, and the stack of “I need to read” piles are beginning to tower. However, I feel most compelled to acquire this newbie and in lieu of pile add’age, set it next to the chair. Not just because of your blog, however, it might have booted me in the behind to do so. I think my favorite book of Neils, even tho I have read a few, is The Dangerous Alphabet-is that terrible? It was one of those books (I worked at a local independent children’s bookstore) that had just arrived, I bought it, and gave it away. The next book came in, I bought it, and gave it away. I might as well get that one too, and hold on to it this time. This was the review I was waiting for. Thank you for the beauty, Amanda. I’m at work right now, obsessively checking my UPS tracking order for the status of my signed copy (via Porter Square) to change from “Out for delivery” to “delivered.” My first of three signed copies, actually. I am a little hopeless. Will read it tomorrow, in one sitting, and post all of my thoughts on the forum. But for now I have a relevant story. The first time I saw you both was Halloween 2011, before a word of this book was written. The door opened to the sound check at Wilshire Ebell Theatre, and BAM, there was Neil, center stage, awash in light. Every bit the mythic figure I’d built him up to be. He was reading “The Fairy Reel,” I think. I just stood there in awe like any Gaiman fan would and marveled at the Writer. And then I saw you, a few feet away, looking at him with such love and admiration as he got ready to perform for all of us. As near as I can tell, you had exactly the look I’ve seen on him when he’s watching you sing. Now let’s be honest, when we actually met you both, you dominated that room. Some people just have that effect, but you’re something else. You’re PRESENT. I remember the exact feeling when you took me by the arm and clarified that I was there dressed as Neil. It was dizzying. Of course, Neil was absolutely everything I wanted him to be as well. So kind and funny and humble and brilliant. And the show was perfection. Afterwards, my date couldn’t stop freaking out about Amanda Fucking Palmer, and I agreed that there was nothing like meeting you in person. But I keep coming back to that first impression. When the doors opened, and I saw the both of you, and all I could think was: “Whoa. That’s Neil Fucking Gaiman.” (Huh. It’s almost too perfect to mention, but my package was delivered as I was writing this. Things do happen like that sometimes) •. I wonder in this day of easy access/constant communication & connecting, what art perhaps ~isn’t~ being made, what stories aren’t written down in the long form, because through instant gratification we convince ourselves that we told the story we we needed to tell in a quick update, a few tweets, before moving on to the next thing? Perhaps sometimes it’s the loneliness, the isolation, the feeling of not having a quick & easy answer as to how to get our thoughts and feelings out, where these stories (no matter if they’re on the blender setting of raw, brutal honesty #1 or all the way up to an allegorically fantastical, equally raw, but cloaked in a few extra layers of mystery #10), that the lava is given a chance to properly simmer and boil before it erupts and flows. The hunger & innate desire to express can then make the transformation from an off-the-cuff comment, to something more enduring. Love, expression, sharing, mystery. Thank you for the review. And thank you, too, for being the catalyst that made this book happen. I got my copy on Friday, and on Sunday morning I refused to do anything at all until i had sat down and read it all the way through, and I think it is going to be one of those books which dig in so deep to your heart and soul that you can’t imagine what is was like without it. It says so much about being a child, and an adult remembering childhood, not through rose-tinted sentiment but really remembering. I wrote a review here but I don’t have the words to describe how much this book got inside – it didn’t really go through the brain, it went straight for the heart. I stayed up late last night waiting for my ebook version to become available. Once it did (at 12:17 instead of midnight), I stayed up and read every word. I then wrote a review on my blog around 2am (). Reading your take makes me realize that I may have understood more than I thought. It is a personal book that has pieces of Neil in it. Now I realize, it has pieces of you too in there. Happy to have it in my collection, and can’t wait for my signed copy to come from Porter Square Books (sorry his signing it took time away from you). I can’t even begin to explain how happy reading this has made me. I am a fan of both of you, in your very different blender settings, and it never ceases to amaze me how you two come together so wonderfully, even if it’s not perfect (nothing is ever perfect but when it’s good, it’s really good). I have to admit I “met” Neil when I was a quiet, slow burning teenager and fell in love completely with all the magic and carefully woven tales. Then I “met” you and you helped me deal with my more troubled teenage and young adult years (I’m still a kid, only 23!). I love you both so much, god. Never stop being so completely awe-inspiring, Amanda, in all your slow blender speed glory. I fucking love you. Thank you for once again letting us glimpse inside of your collective life where your love for each other transcends the mundane version of love that the modern world throws in our face every day,i hope like you that i never truely know the one i love for we as human beings and this earth that harbors us are both mysterious and special and we should never have full knowledge of either as that will kill the mystery and make life seem less full. Ocean sits upon the kindle waiting to be started after i put down neverwhere both your works touch me in so many different ways. Thank you for letting us in and giving us a glimpse of what makes your collective life tick good luck at glastonbury x •. You two are my favorite. And not even just you two as a you two but i grew up loving neil’s picture books (and never really connecting that they were his because i was probably six) and then getting older and loving his novels and then one day hearing one of your songs and listening to the whole album on repeat for a week before going, “wait, they’re married?” and just thinking how awesome. Every day i get up and try to work on my art and sometimes its because i’ll have listened to your vegemite song and i want to try and write a funny song or sometimes it’ll be because i just re-read the wolves in the walls and i want to write my own stories (because that’s actually what i do–write stuff and try to be in plays) and i really have no idea where i was going with this but i guess just thank you for existing. Thank you very much for sharing this, it’s beautiful. I was already looking forward to the book, my signed copy will take 7-21 days to reach me. Now that I’ve read your blog, I really can’t wait to start reading it. Thank you for letting us have a peek into your private lives. It’s candid, vulnerable and filled with so much love and beauty, even when not everything is beautiful around you. A hug for you, and a whatever Mr Gaiman is comfortable with, a hug, a kiss, a handshake, to him. Sounds more like a Tom Clancy novel than a love story to me. If love feels like that then it probably was -not- really love but simply an invasion of your privacy. There are people who are not who they claim to be sometimes. They find a way into your life and into your heart any way they can manage, and they get to know all of your very private secrets. Perhaps they record you without your knowledge, and perhaps they create journals when you aren’t around, and maybe keep tabs on where you go, and even all your friends/family. That isn’t love however, but a fantasy you choose to create with a stranger. You think you know someone, decide to trust them, but you really don’t know them at all. Love isn’t dangerous though. Love isn’t about anything like that Of course, it hurts just like love hurts sometimes. Don’t confuse love with betrayal, contempt, or private investigation. For some people the ends justifies whatever means necessary, including your world and the worlds of others. Real love isn’t about anything like that. It just isn’t. From: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ————————————————. Professor Margaret T. Singer (Berkeley) sets up some well-defined cult indicators. For example, she defines which is a ‘Cultic Relationship’ as “those relationships in which a person intentionally induces others to become totally or nearly totally dependent on him/her for almost all major life decisions and inculcates in these followers a belief that he has some special talent, gift or knowledge”. She includes important provisos, recognizing that the threat (not necessarily made explicit by anyone) of loss of property, social environment, earned privileges, ostracism, libel, and personal crises resulting from any combination of these can and do occur. Singer’s definition suffers from a too strict leaning towards ‘behaviourism’ to be satisfactory to serve as a practical measure of what it is fair or unfair to call ‘a cult’ in many circumstances. In the interests of operationality, I would point out that in actual practice there are varying degrees of cultist groups, some showing fewer, some stronger cultist tendencies, yet all of which may well deserve the term ‘cult’. Interesting article. The concept of the blender was great, it’s something I have been thinking about lately. I liked when you became a fan. I remember a friend in college I had who was very creative but I was pretty unaware of his work, when I became a fan it was as if some weird thing happened and the person I knew was someone else. The reason why the blender idea resonates so much with me is that in a way the type of thing we create has a different level of objectivity. When someone likes what I have created, it’s embarrassing, but when they say they relate to something I’ve created and it’s something personal, it makes me want to hide. This is beautiful in a tragic and wonderful way, the way the both of you are sometimes tragic (or maybe it’s just your subject matter that’s sometimes tragic), and you’re both always wonderful (even when you’re not feeling wonderful and your work has to talk for you). I hope you’re never done with lowercase neil, and I hope he’s never done with amanda Capital F palmer. I don’t know that it matters, but I did cry here. And I think it’s because I’m afraid of being too much for my lowercase lover; too busy, too in my head, too far removed in the back corners of my brain. But maybe, like the two of you, however imperfect you are, I too can keep him. All I want to say is that I loved seeing you and Neil together in that restaurant in Boston a few weeks ago. You remind me too much of myself and my love (a drummer in Tasmania, another musician but still quie a different one to me, with different motivations). I wrote this poem about you two and us two It’s kind of not super relevant to this blog post, but I wanted to share it anyway. It’s just about how lucky we are. Aren’t we lucky? I say to her, watching him kiss her and thinking I know we have a secret, hidden in plain sight for the world to see, because they can’t I look back to me a year ago, shake my head and smile. She doesn’t know how her world can change. I throw my heart to you over icy miles of clouds. You kissed me into myself with twenty kinds of freedom and I’m still giddy with momentum. Thank you for posting this. Admittedly, I’m a Neil fan I just never got into your music and from what I can tell about you I somehow already know that’s ok. It just makes me even more compelled to tell you that this post could not have been any timelier. My husband and I are fighting our way through our own poison/muse dilemma (he is a blacksmith and I am a book artist/writer). We stayed up all last night talking about how to make our relationship work with our art (and in some cases for our art), and I have to say it’s nice to know it’s not an uncommon struggle (especially if even the individuals we hold up as the people whose names we would use to fill in the blanks in sentences like “If I could ____ like anyone, I’d _____ like ____” have to deal with this shit). I’m the 10-speed blender and he’s the 2 and maybe, if I’m lucky, I will be able to find my own creative twilight to let him in to, or maybe I won’t. Either way, I feel better after reading your blog, so thank you again. I hear you couch surf, so if you’re ever in St. Paul and need to crash, you’re welcome at ours. Someone once told me, “Life is a strange and wonderful journey. The lucky ones get to pick who they walk through it with; the rest of us just have to accept what we’ve been given.” I find the first part pretty accurate, but the second part’s BS. I’ve chosen you and Neil, if not as friends then as comfort along the way. Between your music and Neil’s books, I could live a long and happy life. I don’t always understand it fully, but it makes me *feel*. I need that in my life. So thank you both for being wonderful. I met Neil last Friday in Bath, UK and got my copy signed. By the next afternoon I’d finished TOATEOTL and it IS his best work. It’s a myth, a fable, a fairytale. It has something there that I’m not quite getting – I need to read it again to find the hidden ‘thing’ – no other author has written anything that makes me love stories like this; not BOOKS but STORIES. Amanda – thank you for being so open. One can never be too open, in my opinion. You’ve taught me so much and inspired me to be a more confident, giving (with my feelings) person. Thank you for writing this blog. It spoke to me. From: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ———————————————— •. I went to see Neil talk last night, which was fantastic and strangely moving for me as a Neil Gaiman fangirl who discovered Sandman as a 15 year old working part time in a bookshop after her whole life had collapsed. His blender (love that metaphor) was perfectly synced to who I am and what I needed and it inspired and comforted me so that I never looked back and became a hoarder of his work, which I still cherish and often use as a sort of comfort blanket. He spoke a little about the process of writing the book at the talk, and you have beautifully filled in the gaps through your own filter. I don’t talk about feelings straight out very often, and it can make me uncomfortable when others do (although despite this, or maybe even because of this, I am a big fan of your work) but there is nothing uncomfortable about reading this. You describe a beautiful meeting of minds and souls and how strange and magical and meandering the act of communication can be. Thank you so much for writing this and giving us your perspective. I can’t wait to start reading my (signed – yes, I’m smug) copy of the Ocean at the end of the Lane tonight. This is really beautiful. The first thing of Neil’s that I read was actually Good Omens, and then I read my way through Sandman and American Gods and the rest. I’ve been counting down to the day I got to read the new book for weeks now. And today I went out on my lunch break to get my copy. I’m currently on page 167. It’s everything I hoped it would be, and more. I grew up with my nose in a neverending series of books, and this one feels like the very best of them. So congratulations to Neil for the book, and hugs (or whatever you’re comfortable with) for both of you, because you both help me understand myself, and the world, better. It’s amazing how simple and yet complex each one of us can really be. I loved this, “and i don’t want to know himnot totally. I want to be surprised. I want to be in awe.” it’s something I’ve been in the mindset of myself lately with my own lover. I read someone a week or so ago that went on to say those in relationships shouldn’t know EVERYTHING about ones past because then you find that you’re out of things to talk about. But I completely disagreed with that. I found that I loved knowing all the little nuances of his previous life without and found them fascinating on how these things may or may not apply to our life as of now. Not to mention, every passing moment with each other is a total surprise. It IS awe inspiring (whether we’re just sitting on the couch watching TV or holding sweaty hands together on a hike). I feel completely blessed in my situation and I saw in your words the same feelings. Again I have to admit how simple and utterly complex we can all be, it’s chilling and inspiring in itself. I see you and Neil in your blender love life, two artists making art and being art and making a life of art and an art of life together that I see other people wanting to imitate. And I am happy. The world is a better place with the both of you in it, together or apart. I’m not a fanatically fanatic Neil Gaiman fan. I’m not a fanatically fanatic Amanda Fucking Palmer fan. But I’ve enjoyed your art and his art, what I’ve read, and listened to, and watched. I feel lucky to be alive at a time when NG and AFP are married artists living their lives and making their art and sharing it with the world. It feels like the world can be a beautiful place when I read your blog, or his books, or listen to your songs, or hang out with the #LOFNOTC crew. It feels like hope isn’t just a four letter word that Barack Obama used to help win the presidency. I’m not sure I believe in Obama’s vision of the future anymore. I’m not sure he does either. But if the future includes artists marrying artists and sharing art with the world, then the future is worth living for. Thank you for this blog entry. I thought I’d be too lazy to go through it all, yet I kept going, and I’m glad I did. Wonderful insights about an artist loving and living with another artist. It made me think of things of the past. I was once in love with a writer, and I had difficulties at times understanding him completely; he read me his stories and often we discussed ideas. I was always very curious about what his stories symbolized, and jealous if I didn’t understand; I wanted to live fully in his fantasy world and be part of it. Yet all that time i failed to understand I tried little to know the man. We were deeply in love after which we deeply hurt each other.reading your blog made me understand how important it is to know the man, more than the writer. Had i done that before, i think i would’ve had just a bit more happy times, and a less hard time trying to get my head around stuff. This entry does little justice in terms of consideration of all the beauty and depth of your thoughts.i wouldn’t normally comment, but something in your open way of addressing us readers gave me courage to do so. Most importantly thank you for sharing, for by doing so, you give us silent readers and dreamers hope and belief that we too can come to find our own way of expressing ourselves. I look forward to reading the book, best wishes to you and Neil Gaiman. The blender metaphor works very well, I think. Thank you for this post. It sums up lots of things; being an artist, being married or partnered with an artist, being marriedrelationships are hard. It’s difficult to keep your heart open, especially when things get rocky. My husband and I have been together since 1986, married since 1989, and we’ve had some moments when the marriage has held together with the thinnest whisps of hope; we’re still together, still committed to making it work. Hard work, but good work if you can get it. From: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ———————————————— •. I saw this posted to facebook when I got home from buying my copy. I had to hurry, you see, to get my wristband for the signing in Minnesota. I am very excited. I can’t start reading yet, because I’m already in the middle of two books – I review books, so I often have one review book and one leisure book going at once. I had just requested a galley for review when Neil made on of his infamous web fails and told everyone to ask William Morrow.heh I assume my request got lost in the sea of fan emails. So, as soon as I finish my current leisure book, this one is next. For anyone else, American Gods is a special treat for anyone who likes mythology and knows the pantheons of world religions. And Neverwhere is a treat for those who like things to be seriously silly but still serious enough to be believable. Both would be good starting points. I’m a writer and singer and weaver married to a smorgasbord of an artist: porcelain, painting, photography, and anything to do with anything that is beautiful and/or makes a noise. I’m an introvert (as is child number 2, as are the gecko, stick insect, and newt). He’s a rampant extrovert (as is child number, as are the tadpoles). The bright, noisy mess is the thing that keeps me getting up in the morning. Thanks for letting us see a bit of what keeps you awake at night, puzzling and wondering. I worry that you don’t feel regret about not listening to what Neil had to say that day in Australia. It seems like you justify it by saying that something good came out of it in the long run. I worry that will make it easy for you to not listen again in the future by telling yourself “Oh well maybe we’ll just write another song or another book about it someday.” But I give you huge credit for listening to him read the book to you when you got back to Texas, even though you were still very busy with a project that was very close to your own heart •. She DIDN’T resolve not to make the same mistake again. To use your analogy, she DIDN’T resolve to carry less milk. In fact, she specifically said she would do this again: “i want to give him my heart. And i want to take it away sometimes and give it back again.to see what he’ll do.” In any other context, how you can say that she has learned from her mistake? If anything, it sounds like she is straight up telling him “I may fuck with your emotions once in a while, just to see how you’ll react” •. I feel at the same time really happy that you both found a way through that difficult time, and that you have been able to be amazed by him, and jealous of you because you have the wonderful privilege of knowing the writer, and being able to ask him about symbolism and meaning of his stories. I’ve been trying to write fiction for years, and I love reading it, but I’m really terrible at reading between the lines, finding the hidden meanings of things, understanding symbolism – it always feels like I could understand if someone explained it to me, but that is so rarely possible, as artists and writers, for good reason, tend not to go into explicit detail in public about the underlying meaning of their work. But it always feels like I’m either not spotting any symbolism at all, or that I’m missing most of it, and I always feel like I’m missing out when reading things with lots of layers of meaning. I’d love to have a fairly full explanation of just one of Neil’s works, with pointers as to the symbolism of different aspects, as a kind of primer for what kind of ideas I should be looking for in other works, like an example for me to then use when trying to interpret the meaning of other works. I was at the RSL interview last night with my friend, where Neil explained how The Ocean At The End Of The Lane came to be. I noticed that he spoke of you in this quiet, beautiful way- though he wasn’t crowing OH HOW I LOVE AMANDA every five minutes, he spoke for a long while of how he wanted to make you happy, and how much he missed you when he started writing you the short story that became an accidental novel. Yes, he can trick you into becoming a fan. It took me years before I bought his books and finally noticed the amazing stories I found in quick bookshelf skims or friends’ recommendations were his. But as a fan, you thank him profusely for doing so, for roping you into a series of adventures that you hope will never end. And when you realise books like Ocean is more than just a tale, but almost semi-non-fiction for a loved one, you can’t help but smile. Thank you for writing this. My copy of Ocean is ridiculously special because of my adventure in obtaining it, but this post makes it even more so. Both of you are amazing artists, and it’s always lovely to see a couple supporting each other (despite silly reality-elements like work and distance). I have to admit that I’m new to the Amanda Fucking Palmer world. A transplant maybe. I’ve been a Neil Gaiman fan for years. But until recently, it was only the books and comics. Then one day I read his blog. Then I read hundreds of his blogs from the archives. As a writer, I found him fascinating. He put himself out there in a way that so many people never will, and it amazed(s) me. So I went to Twitter and followed him there. On Tumblr, I noticed a theme. Social issues: gay rights, feminism, equality. These things made me glad to be a fan even more, so I kept looking. Another theme that went right along with these was AFP. So I jumped right in. She has a blog, and music, and twitter and Tumblr, and she’s brilliant. I love that she’s alright admitting that some days feel like shit. I am so happy to call myself a fan. Thank you for posting this, and thanks for being so open and honest with this amazing community you have built. I received my signed copy of The Ocean a the End of the Lane today, and I’m already about half way through it. I can’t wait to finish. I also picked up Theatre is Evil the other day. I haven’t heard the entire album yet, because I keep replaying the songs as I go. They’re lovely and passionate and heart-wrenching. I can’t wait to finish. Not because it’s Neil, but because there’s a double blender in the first place There’s nothing quite as soul-numbing as standing in the kitchen with a blender, facing an egg beater on the other side. And an entusiastic one, at that, so you can’t even fault the weilder for not trying. Lots of people can feed the crazy and creative in you, but speaking as one who lost them all (literally!) to age and/or immigrationI envy you. Not because it’s Neil, but because there’s a double blender in the first place There’s nothing quite as soul-numbing as standing in the kitchen with a blender, facing an egg beater on the other side. And an entusiastic one, at that, so you can’t even fault the weilder for not trying. Lots of people can feed the crazy and creative in you, but speaking as one who lost them all (literally!) to age and/or immigration Just revel in it. There are few people in this world who are able to express their feelings as beautifully as you do. And there are few people in this world who can make people fly to another world just with words Neil does it in an exquisite way. And for that I admire you both so much. I mean, both of you in a separate way, but specially both of you together. It is really funny in a way, being a “fan” of a couple. I mean, I just can’t decide who of you I love the most!! I’ve been really looking forward to reading the book, now I’m sort of dying to read it! Can’t wait to have some time to do it. Off topic, reading Elliott Smith’s name on your blog made me think how great it would be if you did a cover of one of his songs Leni xxx •. “Best of Amanda’s Blogs, Volume One” would be worth a try. Might get to or beyond the 25,000 buyer threshold. I wouldn’t edit the blogs themselves, but some of them might benefit from an introduction. Though it would complicate the project, including the best of the comments on each selected blog would add a lot to it. Includes the fans. Other material might added. Neil’s artcile on his first Dresden Dolls live concert. The best Interviews of you, etc. So you need a selector more than an editor, or perhaps a team of selectors. And a good book designer. When I think about Neil’s body of work, the first thing that comes to mind isn’t the amazing mythologies he spins out of the dusty half-ignored landscape of mundane life (that’s fourth). It isn’t the vivid verbal brushstrokes that form characters so complete I feel I’ve always known them (that’s second), and neither is it the way I feel he’s writing to me about a secret just we two share (that’s third). It’s how much it hurts to read. I don’t own much that he’s written, because there’s none of it I can read more frequently than every few years, and there are some Sandman stories I read once and can never read again because they HURT. His touch with that sick, vulnerable pain, endemic to and inseparable from existence itself, is so deft that at times it’s literally gut-wrenching. It’s the kind of hurt I didn’t know I’d always felt just because it had never happened to me personally. It’s the kind of hurt that you can’t cry out, the kind that stays inside you for days. What I love most about your writing is the way it so nicely expresses pain I already knew I felt. You give voice to it, he gives birth to it. Each is vital and when the two processes feed each other, radiantly beautiful. I don’t know either of you and it’s likely I never will, but I get the impression that he’s, by nature, much more comfortable riding that line, inside the pain, living in it and with it. He has a higher tolerance for chronic discomfort than you. That’s a guess and it’s not meant to be an offensive or intrusive one. I don’t even know why I felt so compelled to write this response, but it filled me on reading this entry and dude, if the internet wasn’t created to facilitate unnecessary and usually inaccurate commentary on other people’s personal relationships, then I don’t know what I’ve been living for all these years. Calling a personal blog self-indulgent is like calling water wet. It’s the nature of the beast. Pointing that out and whining about it is hardly critical thought. This blog is an attempt to convey intimate thoughts and feelings through an imperfect medium. I suggest you try it: Write a personal blog about something you care passionately about. Post it and wait for someone to call it trivial blather (because they will). Then use that perspective to illuminate your comments. It’s fine to not like or not connect with something. Not so fine to be callously dismissive. This made me laugh, although I do also feel sorry for Amanda who may possibly feel a bit upset (but has probably got used to things like this by now, one hopes). I like what someone else here said about personal blogs and self indulgence and water and liquidity and I just want to give a virtual hug to the fan of Neil’s that was so disappointed with this blog and, if it is not too much of an imposition, ask what it is that they felt entitled to expect instead? In other news, I really wish I could “get it” – the book, that is. It’s a great book and it made me cry a lot but reading this blog of Amanda’s, and especially the bit where she talks about how she didn’t get the book, and then how Neil connected the dots for her and how she finally got it, I am now feeling deprived and wish I, too, could belong to that special inner club of people who “get it”. Surrey Hills. How weird that you had that misunderstanding in Surrey Hills. I don’t know why. I guess there is still that cultural cringe thing going on where it makes more sense to me to think about peple doing those sorts of thing in Minnesotta or on the Chesapeake Bay (not that you can run on there but you know ) simply because I’m so used to hearing all of those references in songs and books. But nobody, as far as I can surmise, has written a song that has Surrey Hills in it. Maybe you could be the first. This post has touched my heart. And do you know I have never not once ever read ANY Neil Gaiman book? I got your album and I’d only ever seen anything about Neil in that famous speech he did for valedictorians or whatever they get called when they are allowed to wear strange headwear. And that speech was great and I can totally see why you would fuck him and you too seriously are just adorable. And thank you for being so open and transparent because I am open and transparent while cloistered and hermetic and it is such an act of bravery even though that sounds really wanky. But thank you. You are one of many who inspire me to keep being willing to bear my scars. Becuase it helps and makes a difference. I have The Ocean at the end of the Lane on hold from the library. So looking forward to reading it •. From: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ———————————————— •. There are many different sets of indicators of cultist behaviour some based on extreme forms of closed cult or clandestine criminal groups and organizations, other on those which employ subtle means of indoctrination and group pressure. Defining what is a cult without having access to well-tested experience and knowledge from participant observation testimonies in a great variety of such groups or movements – preferably from first-hand or other personal involvement – rather than from evaluations made by detached academic observers or persons who have probably never had to liberate themselves from any kind of indoctrination. Thus some persons regarded as scholarly authorities on the cult phenomena sometimes consider the testimonies of cult victims and apostates to be unreliable per se. However, the distance from the phenomena they study from those who depend mainly on books and other media, make their opinions less informed as to the experiences of mind-bending and narrow social dependencies to which cult members are subjected. Wow, thank you for sharing so much. While reading I vaguely remember the tweets between the two of you like when the book was read to you. But to hear the background story of your life really puts a lot into perspective. I am a fan of your music and I am a fan of Neil’s writing. Even though this is a review of your lives and the book and how it came about.. It also helped put my own marriage into perspective. I just had a fight with my husband this morning, stupid stuff. He left for his work a half an hour ago and I opened up your blog and started reading. Makes me realize things I need to rethink. Thank you for opening my eyes. Ours is an international marriage and we have been separated on various occasions by length of time and by countries. We are both selfish in our ways and often fail to listen to our hearts or make time when the other comes out of the shell. Thank you for your long post, I’ve read it twice now and will read it again. I also look forward to getting Neil’s book, perhaps reading it once through in silence and another with your music in the background playing. When I read the opening chapters, I found myself sitting with my hand over my mouth, barely able to breathe. I was shocked to find the narrator telling his tale in what I have come to know as Neil’s voice from his blog and twitter, having grown used to the modulated voices of his other fiction. I was moved to find the book starting with a post-funeral drive to a former home, which I imagined Neil had probably taken when he lost his father in 2009. It felt so personal and painful that I was glad of the distraction of the Hempstock household as the story moved on. I’m astonished by his bravery in this book.Thank you for giving us some background on the creation of this story and for inspiring us all, (including your husband), to open ourselves to each other. You made me cry. I read your blog because I love the way you express yourself as much as I love the way he does I actually read my first Gaiman novel right around the same time that “Coin Operated Boy” was on the radio, and followed you both, getting chills as your lives tangled. I was looking forward to his book, but you can tell him that it was this blog post that made me go get it NOW, instead of putting gas in my car and waiting until I sell something in my shop to get the book. I regret nothing. I know that YOU think that. (Or claim to, although it beggars belief that anyone who thinks someone’s emotional transparency is faked in a malicious plot to deceive others into feeling a connection so that they will shower her with attention, would punish that person as you do, by showering her with attention. That’ll show her!) I’m not sure you can convincingly fake connecting with people without actually having a talent for connecting with people any more than you can fake being funny without actually being funny. Now, if you don’t log on as SabrinaSubpoenas and respond to me with something you hope is really hurtful, I will be VERY disappointed. I know SabrinaSubpoenas is just faking being a jerk. Convincingly •. Siobhan: ThomasDolbysUnderpants, anon, et al are behaving like Internet trolls. Engaging such people is unlikely to change them. They would benefit from truly understanding and coming to agree with: from: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ———————————————— •. I’ve read your blog for a while now but never felt compelled to respond. I’ve been reading Neil for a while now, but never written any reviews of his work. These both, individually, got to me. Your blog: I’m in a new relationship that started long distance and is in the transition phase of no longer being that way. I just finished one grad program and am about to start another. And I’m scared that the work will poison the relationship or vice-versa. What I do isn’t art, exactly, but the impetus is the same. It comes from love and the need to create, to perpetuate. Balancing that love with my love for this other personit’s hard to feel that I won’t fail it all, sometimes. It’s heartening to know that a) this is not an uncommon struggle and b) that it’s possible to make it work. Thank you for that. Also, I love the blender metaphor. Though I wonder if it’s more like soup making? Neil’s soup is very British, in that it’s got a lot of cooked down bits that enrich the stock, but that you can’t quite recognize individually. You may think there’s a carrot in there somewhere, but you’re not quite sure. You, however, make stew with giant pieces. Your carrot may look like a parsnip sometimes, but it’s definitely a carrot, on further reflection. Neil’s book: I know that you posted a link for the shadowbox, but I don’t have a membership there. And my review isn’t really a review, so much as a reactionary summary of the book. I put it on goodreads, but I wanted to share it here too. Just because. By My rating: This is a small book, but the story, like its ubiquitous ocean, is deceptively expansive.Somehow, with this tale, Gaiman captures the flavor of every half-remembered story from your childhood, every sepia toned memory from your dreams – because that’s, in essence, what the story is. I don’t think I can do justice to this work after one reading. In fact, once I was done, I immediately began it again. It’s the type of novel that won’t be done with you once all of the pages have been read, and that you’ll be loathe to finish. Ocean at the End of the Lane possesses that magical quality of feeling familiar, even if it’s brand new; it is the friend you feel you’ve known your whole life, even if you’ve just met. The one you know will be there, waiting for you, any rainy afternoon you need to visit and somehow always says exactly what you need to hear. Thank you both. From: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ————————————————, •. From: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ————————————————. Your blender analogy was spot-on. There are so many settings to try, and so little time to try it. I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil and write about human-flesh-desiring lasagna, but unfortunately, writing is not something that I’ve been able to make into a career, so it languishes on the side, after the 40 hour work week and the caring for the children and the husband and the cat. You might consider me a fan of Neil Gaiman’s writing without realizing that I was reading his writing. I read a bunch of his stories in various anthologies of short stories but didn’t know the CAPITALIZED NAME NEIL GAIMEN ZOMG. I simply appreciated the stories. My cousin sent me Neverwhere and Stardust as a gift when I snapped my right arm in half as a teenager and was stuck in the hospital getting surgeries and stuff, and it really helped me to escape, but even then, I wasn’t thinking “oh wow, this Neil person, I am a fan”- it was merely the story and the story alone that spoke to me. From: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ————————————————. I like this review. I don’t like when the reviews simply tell you half of the story, punctuated with commonplace opinions they throw you a bunch of spoilers and try not to give the major twist of the plot away. And i don’t think a review should be a summary. With a bunch of ass-kissing compliments. Anyway, but i digress, people should write reviews however suit them better. But in my mind it makes more sense if it just transfers to you the emotional and aesthetic and blabla impressions the reviewer had while experiencing the specific thing, the piece of work. I think that’s what people want to know, how would they feel experiencing that piece of work. Changin subject, i like your grand theft orchestra work much more than your dresden dolls’ one. And weirdly as it may sound, as i commented to neil once, i think your ‘grand theft orchestra’ album is much more. I mean, i do agree with your blender metaphor, but it’s also sort of clear that you’ve “contaminated” each other’s art. I’m not sure i can say how ‘theater is evil’ resembles neil gaiman stuff. It seemed a bit more visual and in that sense more story-like. It also seemed more idealistic and also more honest. It may sound ironic, but despite being desguised, i think neil’s work is. Incredibly honest and raw. I mean, he dares to expose humaine dark corners and contradictions and etc that many people are terrified of even stepping on. So i mean, they both represent honesty but in different shapes. I suppose i had more things to say but now i sort of lost my thread of thought and i’m sleepy. I suppose that’ll be it o/ •. From: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ———————————————— •. From: ———————————————— Amanda’s response, on her blog and in interviews, has been unapologetic and straightforward. “The Internet is creating a lot of new misunderstandings,” she told the Transom. “Most of the people doing commentary on Amanda Palmer don’t know most of the story, don’t know me and my community. The people who get it—the people who get crowd-funding, who get empathy, who get the sense of freedom in the way we exchange and the way I make art, those are the people that I want to find. I’m not very interested in the critics.” ———————————————— •. From an unconditional Neil Gaiman’s fanatic (and an Amanda Palmer fan as well actually, just made the connection between Dresden Dolls and you when I saw you married Neil, on twitterlove life). A big thank you, a huge applause and please pretty please keep your blenders awaken. You are both keeping mine on. Thank you just for existing and one more thing: while you’re on a plane, a train or whatever, READ THE SANDMAN SERIES. These books are pure golden, you do not have to be a sci-fi or fantastic genre fan to read it, you just need to be a human being. A sensitive one, a tough one, a raging one, a tender oneyou just need your eyes and you heart, half-closed, half-opened. And a wandering mind. Take care, a pleasure to read you Namxxx •. I was led to this entry by your mention at the BAM show (thank you for giving away all of those CDs -What a fab gesture; I can’t wait to listen!) and am so glad I read it before starting the book, which is now going to lead to me staying up past my bedtime! Anyway, not only was this an incredibly moving blog in its vulnerability and honesty, but I feel like I am so much better prepared to approach the reading of this book on a deeper level. I believe that having an understanding and empathy with the circumstances behind the creation of an artwork can only increase the reader’s experience in really getting into the world of the piece. I feel like I’m already swimming around in the emotional ebbs of the story. Thank you for sharing this most intimate and touching essay with us! I read this from a link who is a huge Gaiman fan. I realize why I’ve never quite warmed to Amanda Palmer’s brand of musicianship or performance or social media presence. The need in ALL CAPS to state that she is an artist seems quite the opposite of artistic. Maybe there’s a bit of game of thrones going, but the king doesn’t need to say he’s the king. An artist doesn’t need to state that she’s one. Particularly to someone she claims she loves. Does one need to declare artistic ability in a post to prove that one is an artist? I just read The Ocean at the End of the Lane and I’m not sure how on earth I ended up at your blog, actually, but... This is just so beautiful it makes me ache. I loved the book and I thought I sort of understood it but now I’m convinced I need to read it again, before I say word about it. There’s one thing you’ve nicely confirmed for me. I don’t always “get” Neil Gaiman’s books. Some work for me; some don’t. But, this book seemed to me to be deeply personal and I’m glad to find that it is. I may not understand in what way it is so personal but what I got out of it — whether right or wrong, from a standpoint of what the author was trying to say (I’m pretty dim when it comes to imagery) — was very meaningful and I loved it. And, I’m so glad I read this. Wish I knew how I got here. Good luck to both of you on your tours. JUXTAPOSITION: PRONOUN| PROPER NAME Amanda, like it’s her living room + we’re invited into the beautiful mess in Northampton, Mass. Him – he doesn’t go thinking of himself doing Neil Gaiman things – in a generic vanilla hall with 1500 desperate strangers. Inviting us – at arm’s length – into intimate chambers of his childhood, tucked up under the eaves. How beautiful + complete that he shares the creation than surprised him as it unfurled for Amanda, who wanted to know. Messy + bloody + loosy-goosy wrapped up in the crystalline Coraline bow. She was Coraline before he even knew she existed. He was a planet she never thought she’d visit, let alone stay in orbit, sinking herself into his gravitational pull. J-coby wayne|| @n.g. Book event •. Holy shitI usually enjoy your blog immensely. You’re open, raw even. That’s refreshing. This one started off good. I thought, “she is going to do what I’ve read Neil do so many times, which is step up and bare his soul for the person he obviously loves, whether it’s just a line or two that mentions she’s in Australia making music and making him proud doing what she loves, or writing 500 words on how proud he is of her for making history with kickstarter.” Unfortunately the good feeling didnt last long because jesusfuckingchrist can you be any more selfish? Can you make this any more about you?? You had the perfect opportunity to do an utterly selfless act and write about your husband’s exciting event and how his talent amazes you. And you did to a point. A fine point. But it ended up feeling like a quick opening for you to talk about how you apparently put your art before him. How you one moment say you feel guilty and the next justify it. How you have issues. How you don’t appreciate or get most of his writing which is HIS art and which goddammit deserves to be nourished by the one who loves him especially in public, instead of saying “i don’t get it.” Saying he blessed it isn’t enoughthat speaks to his quality and love. Some things shouldn’t be asked. He’s given better and deserves better. Holy shitI usually enjoy your blog immensely. You’re open, raw even. That’s refreshing. This one started off good. I thought, “she is going to do what I’ve read Neil do so many times, which is step up and bare his soul for the person he obviously loves, whether it’s just a line or two that mentions she’s in Australia making music and making him proud doing what she loves, or writing 500 words on how proud he is of her for making history with kickstarter.” Unfortunately the good feeling didnt last long because jesusfuckingchrist can you be any more selfish? Can you make this any more about you?? You had the perfect opportunity to do an utterly selfless act and write about your husband’s exciting event and how his talent amazes you. And you did to a point. A fine point. But it ended up feeling like a quick opening for you to talk about how you apparently put your art before him. How you one moment say you feel guilty and the next justify it. How you have issues. How you don’t appreciate or get most of his writing which is HIS art and which goddammit deserves to be nourished by the one who loves him especially in public, instead of saying “i don’t get it.” Saying he blessed it isn’t enoughthat speaks to his quality and love. Some things shouldn’t be asked. He’s given better and deserves better. My sister Tanya loves you. Adores you is probably more the word. I havent quite gotten you yet (though I do love the vegemite song), and I’m a bit behind. I recently just broke my comfort zone of Cure, Depeche Mode, Buckley and Social D to get into her reco of Lana Del Rey. But she was all happy, and she posted this. My first thought was “AFP doesnt like American Godswhat?” But I read on. And I get it. I get the spark. You’re so poignant, so open. Fairly brazen and unapologetic, yet able to stand outside your self. Im a sucker for great metaphors, and the blender metaphor was so amazing. And I look greatly forward to reading this book, but I’ll clear Neil preconceptions from my eyes and mind, before I do. Its such a beautifully touching review. I cant wait for it to get in the mail, then I can pass it on to my sister when I’m done. (and maybe get my American Gods back:P) •. Neil started reading his new book to me, nearly the instant it became available on Audible. I generally prefer to read the words on the page myself, and I will certainly be getting a copy of this book, but there is something about listening to his voice speak the words. So grateful for the recognition of kindred spiritness. Books have always been my refuge from this confusing, frightening, inexplicable world. The articulate way he writes our childhood inarticulateness is justwellI haven’t the words for it. Thanks to Neil for writing them, and thank you for your transparency and your love. I have been a fan of both of you for such a long time and having just finished The Ocean At The End Of The Lane, your blog makes me want to go back and re-read it instantly. It’s also my favourite book he’s ever written and I’m honoured that I finally get to meet him in Portsmouth. I’ll be sure to give him a hug, in the same way I hugged you many years ago in Brighton. Just remember that no matter how far apart you are, you’re both under the same sky. I love your literal style and your fearless feeling and I love his sense of fantasy and speaking in metaphors – you’re two sides of the same penny. Beautiful beautiful beautiful. Thanks for sharing Amanda xxx •. I really fucking loved this blog. I had waited all this time to read it. Afraid, in some stupid way. Afraid, that it would get to me like of course it has. Love has been a sensitive subject for me latelyI thought I knew it. I have no fucking clue and you have just made me feel sane about feeling this way.thank you. The first book I read from Neil was Coraline.I remember being at work, desperate to get home to the book. I had given up tv and internet at the time and found peace in books. His book scared the living shit out of me at times but I fell in love with it and his work. That’s all I knew about Neil. When I found out you two were together it made a lot of sense and I was very excited that two people I admired so much were together. I messaged him on tumblr telling him of a moment you and I had shared at the middle east. A moment that changed me. He was sweeter than my dad had been until that point in my life. I am gratefulfor you both. I ordered the book after reading this blog last week. It arrived this morning. I just read it all in one sitting. It made me want to cry and I don’t know why. I wouldn’t even say it was one of my favourites of Neil’s stories, and I’ve read a fair few. That’s not a criticism. Your review is beautiful, and moving. And I found it added a little extra dimension to the story as I read it (I knew what the dedication meant for a start). And in a way the book reminded me of another story (one that I also find hard to read), by another of my favourite authors, one who was a friend of Neil’s- Diana Wynne Jones, and Fire and Hemlock. And that was good too. Good fiction is always real, no matter whether it is set in the house over the road, or in another world entirely. It makes no difference. I’m married with THREE kids and that “let me write this down before we converse” thing is rarely my reality. I’m losing thoughts and ideas and sketches all the effing time. Sucks BUT thank you for making me feel so normal for asking for that respect, as an artist, and for knowing that even if i were married to another artist it wouldn’t guarantee that giving one another that time would be problem-free. I also sort of love that you weren’t a huge gaiman fan, previously, and i thought it was cute that you view his projects as achieving instant success when he’s had a following for decades that, maybe, took decades to acquire but that pretty much guarantees people will line up in anticipation of what he does next (as do your fans, too, i’m sure). As always thank you for sharing this part of yourself (yourselves) with those of us who care. And those of us who don’t, but love to hate people they don’t know. (I don’t understand it, but if it makes them happy I say we let them carry on.) You’re right about the book. I read it in under three hours. I told my mum afterwards that it felt like breathing in. Then I read it more slowly the next day to see the bits I’d missed when I was frantically inhaling words. Then it’s like I remember that art and beauty and weirdness all exist and are wonderful and I can relax again. My life has gotten too sensible. It’s going to be the death of me. I read Neil’s latest story and loved it. I admit, I wasn’t a fan until I read that story, although several writer friends recommended him. Maybe that’s what put me off. When people talk things up I’m always worried my interpretation won’t match theirs that the magic will disappear. I didn’t enjoy American Gods. Couldn’t finish it (it was an audio version that I listened to on a lousy flight from U.S. To Sydney, and I’ve never liked being read to). I adored his latest novel, and he might have found a new fan. I cried twice during the ending, and I cant remember the last time I did that. So I went looking, hoping to find out more about a person who could write such a sensitive book, and found you! So much of what you say resonates. All the best on your ventures. If you didn’t understand the book until Neil explained it to you, what are the odds that I will? (or any other reader will)? I guess that’s the question I’m left with here. Neil is clever, but sometimes when I read his books I get the impression that he’s too clever. That is, there’s some terribly clever point here, but I’m not getting it. Is there any cure for that? Today has being the most happiest day of my life after 1 year of sadness and sorrow without being with the one i love, i tried all my possible best to make sure i make my lover happy but it never seems to work out well it was like am doing everything in vain but all thanks to Dr PETERWISE for coming to change all my worries and sadness to Joy. Today has being the most happiest day of my life after 1 year of sadness and sorrow without being with the one i love, i tried all my possible best to make sure i make my lover happy but it never seems to work out well it was like am doing everything in vain but all thanks to Dr PETERWISE for coming to change all my worries and sadness to Joy. Thanks for sharing the useful information. I’ve learned a lot since a follow the author. 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