The list so far:
Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters
Aeroplane - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Rocket Man - Elton John
Learning To Fly - Pink Floyd
Vertigo - U2
Come Fly with Me - Frank Sinatra
On the Road Again - Canned heat
Roam - B52's
Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan
Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf
Leaving on a Jet Plane - Me First and the Gimme Gimmes' version... Denver died in a tragic plane crash! R.I.P.
Fly Me to the Moon - Frank Sinatra
Passenger - Powderfinger
Angie - Rolling Stones
Running Down a Dream - Tom Petty
Crazy - Alanis Morissette
Gimme Shelter - Rolling Stones
Stay With Me Bright Eyes - Something with Numbers
Get Off My Cloud - Rolling Stones
Love Song - Sara Bareilies
2020 - The Herd
When You Escape - The Herd
Thank you for the suggestions.
I still cannot believe that this time tomorrow I will be about to board a flight from Singapore to Paris. I will be thinking of you all, and will update with a link to our travel blog.
I'm so scared AND excited.
Time for sleep.
Photo of the day will be uploaded in the morning. I'm on Paris time! [Excuses, excuses].
Sincerely,
Agnes.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Mixtape.
COMMENT MANDATORY.
If you were planning to board a two thousand year flight to Paris, which five (5) (or more than five (5)) songs would you ensure you had loaded into/onto your music carrying device and why?
Inspire!
If you were planning to board a two thousand year flight to Paris, which five (5) (or more than five (5)) songs would you ensure you had loaded into/onto your music carrying device and why?
Inspire!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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The month of October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
As part of the Global Illumination for breast cancer research, a particularly shonky joint [I joke, I joke] will be illuminating the wind turbine on Kooragang Island brilliant pink.
Originally built as a trial, the wind turbine is now a reminder of Newcastle's potential to be an energy efficient, environmentally conscious city. Ironically placed on the site coal was first found in Australia, for the month of October this landmark will act as a beacon of hope for the many of us who will be touched by breast cancer.
Take a photo for me!
Get behind this important initiative. Buy a pink ribbon pin, donate, or simply take a moment to think of the millions of people impacted by cancer every day.
Another fun event in October is Porches in Pink. Check it out -->here<--
Thanks for calling,
Agnes Stone
As part of the Global Illumination for breast cancer research, a particularly shonky joint [I joke, I joke] will be illuminating the wind turbine on Kooragang Island brilliant pink.
Originally built as a trial, the wind turbine is now a reminder of Newcastle's potential to be an energy efficient, environmentally conscious city. Ironically placed on the site coal was first found in Australia, for the month of October this landmark will act as a beacon of hope for the many of us who will be touched by breast cancer.
Take a photo for me!
Get behind this important initiative. Buy a pink ribbon pin, donate, or simply take a moment to think of the millions of people impacted by cancer every day.
Another fun event in October is Porches in Pink. Check it out -->here<--
Thanks for calling,
Agnes Stone
Monday, September 22, 2008
Today I was speaking with a new acquaintance. The conversation was going well, then she asked:
"So, have ya got kids?"
I politely [without cackling or using the phrase "H-no"] advised that I do not.
The reaction was horrifying.
The look on her face was an unattractive mix of pity, superiority, disgust and something else... oh of course; judgement. I've never felt ashamed to not have a child. I am 21 years old, have lovely friends, intellectual stimulation, a satisfying life and I am financially independent. I have a Rwn, but that does not mean that I need a baby as a bonus. I've always felt somewhat satisfied with [most] of my life choices.
I could have reacted to the Big Question by adapting one of the following statements to the situation:
"What do you take me for, an idiot?"
"Yes, I really dodged a bullet there."
"Goodness no. Ugh!"
"HA!"
Instead I scurried back to my desk to put on the magical headset and listen to people complain about what really matters: The fact that a service will cost them money to use.
I, Agnes J. Stone, may make many a joke at another's expense. However, I make double that amount at my own cost. I do not however judge others with seriousness. If a person decides to meet a partner, mate with a partner, have a child, etc or not, then that is their choice. While it may be a different choice to my own, I am happy for him/her.
When we're single, we're not good enough until we find a man/woman/similar.
When we're in a relationship, we're not good enough until we jump through the next ring of fire: engagement and marriage.
The baby carriage best follow closely [and by that, I mean at least 9 months after The Affair of the White Dress and not a moment later] or your marriage is a sham. You're a beard and he wishes he was Tom. [Perhaps not as culturally relevant these days].
The children must be able to perform brain surgery while circumnavigating Mars in a Volvo, or they too are doomed to your fate of failure.
I haven't been subjected to judgement of my childlessness before. I don't fancy it at all.
The experience resulted in a bitter mood. Then I remembered an episode of Sex and the City which really relates to the situation. I've attached it to this post for your viewing pleasure. Come on, watch it. Like you have anything better to do.
Sincerely shoe swooning,
Agnes.
Thank you to Katie4907 for posting these snippets.
"So, have ya got kids?"
I politely [without cackling or using the phrase "H-no"] advised that I do not.
The reaction was horrifying.
The look on her face was an unattractive mix of pity, superiority, disgust and something else... oh of course; judgement. I've never felt ashamed to not have a child. I am 21 years old, have lovely friends, intellectual stimulation, a satisfying life and I am financially independent. I have a Rwn, but that does not mean that I need a baby as a bonus. I've always felt somewhat satisfied with [most] of my life choices.
I could have reacted to the Big Question by adapting one of the following statements to the situation:
"What do you take me for, an idiot?"
"Yes, I really dodged a bullet there."
"Goodness no. Ugh!"
"HA!"
Instead I scurried back to my desk to put on the magical headset and listen to people complain about what really matters: The fact that a service will cost them money to use.
I, Agnes J. Stone, may make many a joke at another's expense. However, I make double that amount at my own cost. I do not however judge others with seriousness. If a person decides to meet a partner, mate with a partner, have a child, etc or not, then that is their choice. While it may be a different choice to my own, I am happy for him/her.
When we're single, we're not good enough until we find a man/woman/similar.
When we're in a relationship, we're not good enough until we jump through the next ring of fire: engagement and marriage.
The baby carriage best follow closely [and by that, I mean at least 9 months after The Affair of the White Dress and not a moment later] or your marriage is a sham. You're a beard and he wishes he was Tom. [Perhaps not as culturally relevant these days].
The children must be able to perform brain surgery while circumnavigating Mars in a Volvo, or they too are doomed to your fate of failure.
I haven't been subjected to judgement of my childlessness before. I don't fancy it at all.
The experience resulted in a bitter mood. Then I remembered an episode of Sex and the City which really relates to the situation. I've attached it to this post for your viewing pleasure. Come on, watch it. Like you have anything better to do.
Sincerely shoe swooning,
Agnes.
Thank you to Katie4907 for posting these snippets.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Travel Update.
Nine days left.
Here's a mathematical problem for you:
If a flight leaves Paris at 11.15PM on say the 15th of Mocktober (Paris time), arrives Singapore 12 and a half hours later at 5.45PM the next day - 16th of Mocktober (Singapore time)
and then leaves the Singapore stop over at 9.40PM (same day, Singapore time) and takes 8 hours, 20 minutes to get to Sydney;
then what time does it arrive (in local time)?
A few hints:
Possible answers:
Arrives Sydney 8am local time 16th of Mocktober
or
Arrives Sydney 8am local time 17th of Mocktober
Sincerely spitting chips,
Agnes Stone.
Here's a mathematical problem for you:
If a flight leaves Paris at 11.15PM on say the 15th of Mocktober (Paris time), arrives Singapore 12 and a half hours later at 5.45PM the next day - 16th of Mocktober (Singapore time)
and then leaves the Singapore stop over at 9.40PM (same day, Singapore time) and takes 8 hours, 20 minutes to get to Sydney;
then what time does it arrive (in local time)?
A few hints:
- Paris is 8 hours behind our time.
- Singapore is 2 hours behind our time.
- Shane at the web-travel agency customer service centre is/thinks-I-am a fool.
Possible answers:
Arrives Sydney 8am local time 16th of Mocktober
or
Arrives Sydney 8am local time 17th of Mocktober
Sincerely spitting chips,
Agnes Stone.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
The winning lotto numbers are: 3, 10, 25, 30. Supplementary number: 31.
As promised: Day Thirty One.
Disco.An important update:
More photos forthcoming.
The obleisk is getting a light show.
Sincerely shutter/jitterbugging,
Agnes J.
The obleisk is getting a light show.
Sincerely shutter/jitterbugging,
Agnes J.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
No solicitors
A photograph of a coy blonde is unlikely to convince me to play online Poker.
But.
Super. Thank you for asking.
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Bloggerbots are the worst!
But.
Super. Thank you for asking.
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Bloggerbots are the worst!
Breathing with a brown paper bag.
TWELVE DAYS.
[12]
[Douze]
[Dodici]
[Zwölf]
Like a dozing wolf, these are the days of our count down.
So excited. So nervous. So excited. So nervous. So nervous. So excited.
Twelve more days before leaving.
Eleven more days of kittens.
Ten thousand lists of things to pack.
Nine + fourteen = Flight time.
Eight planes.
Seventh arrondissement.
Six twenty AM arrival in Paris.
Five more days of work.
Four weeks of annual leave.
Three weeks of Paris, Italy, Berlin and Munich.
Two on an adventure.
One more CoffeeTM.
Miss me when I'm gone.
Sincerely sailing away,
Agnes.
[12]
[Douze]
[Dodici]
[Zwölf]
Like a dozing wolf, these are the days of our count down.
So excited. So nervous. So excited. So nervous. So nervous. So excited.
Twelve more days before leaving.
Eleven more days of kittens.
Ten thousand lists of things to pack.
Nine + fourteen = Flight time.
Eight planes.
Seventh arrondissement.
Six twenty AM arrival in Paris.
Five more days of work.
Four weeks of annual leave.
Three weeks of Paris, Italy, Berlin and Munich.
Two on an adventure.
One more CoffeeTM.
Miss me when I'm gone.
Sincerely sailing away,
Agnes.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sweet charity
The best way to change a government's life is to change the world in which they (it's members) live.
Agnes S - Proud sponsor of Australian Government Australian Taxation Office.
Okay so this is just an idea. The ATO could save money on their stationery costs if the header read: Australian Government Tax Office, instead of Australian Government Australian Tax Office. That saves ten letters and approximately $13 000. Now can I have my money back?
By sponsoring the Australian Tax Office, you will help to bring about long-term benefits to the Office, its family (other Government departments) and employer (The Government) for just $2175 per month. Your support will help to fund vital development work for the Office, such as digging wells and creating black holes to store your hard earned cash in, planting money trees for a sustainable future and building bigger houses for senior government employees.
This work ensures that the community will be able to provide the Office with the basics it needs, which helps it grow in a healthy environment and have the chance for a better future.
In addition to helping your sponsored Tax Office directly, a small proportion (up to 5%) of your sponsorship payment will be used to address the underlying reasons for your poverty, in the form of your tax refund. However, these funds may be forfeited for funding activities including covering the costs of advertising to bolster Australia's global image (or at least that of GenericPoliticalParty), engaging with governments on foreign aid, trade and other development issues (read: Pants down parties, boom box optional) as well as activities aimed at protecting senior government employees in other developed countries from exploitation (Warfare).
Agnes S - Proud sponsor of Australian Government Australian Taxation Office.
Okay so this is just an idea. The ATO could save money on their stationery costs if the header read: Australian Government Tax Office, instead of Australian Government Australian Tax Office. That saves ten letters and approximately $13 000. Now can I have my money back?
You have to try:
By lore of common law, you are hereby required to eat a Le Petit Ecolier. It's a biscuit.
Sincerely un-Sloaney,
Agnes J. Stone.
Sincerely un-Sloaney,
Agnes J. Stone.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Favourite Threes
Great places to shop -
1. Etsy.
2. Ebay.
3. Anywhere with a Sale!
Favourite things I have bought for myself -
1. Bow hat, clip, earrings, shoes, top. [Mentioning these 5 things as one, does not count as cheating. There's a theme!].
2. Dressing table.
3. Camera.
Of my most guilty little pleasures-
1. Gin.
2. Hitting the snooze button one too many times.
3. Wearing one 'silly' item each day. It makes me happy to be a little irreverent in what can be an overly serious world. I like to guarantee myself at least one laugh a day. If that laugh happens to be at myself, so be it. Without laughter there is no light.
Recent Purchases-
1. Air fares.
2. Camera.
3. Bus ticket.
Facts about me-
1. I put perfume on before going to sleep.
2. I am obsessed with bows. It's best to explain why in diagrammatic form.
3. When no one else is around, I sing to my cats.
Best books I've ever read-
1. 'Snow White' - The first book I ever read by myself.
2. 'Brave New World' - Aldous Huxley.
3. 'No Logo' - Naomi Klein.
1. Etsy.
2. Ebay.
3. Anywhere with a Sale!
Favourite things I have bought for myself -
1. Bow hat, clip, earrings, shoes, top. [Mentioning these 5 things as one, does not count as cheating. There's a theme!].
2. Dressing table.
3. Camera.
Of my most guilty little pleasures-
1. Gin.
2. Hitting the snooze button one too many times.
3. Wearing one 'silly' item each day. It makes me happy to be a little irreverent in what can be an overly serious world. I like to guarantee myself at least one laugh a day. If that laugh happens to be at myself, so be it. Without laughter there is no light.
Recent Purchases-
1. Air fares.
2. Camera.
3. Bus ticket.
Facts about me-
1. I put perfume on before going to sleep.
2. I am obsessed with bows. It's best to explain why in diagrammatic form.
3. When no one else is around, I sing to my cats.
Best books I've ever read-
1. 'Snow White' - The first book I ever read by myself.
2. 'Brave New World' - Aldous Huxley.
3. 'No Logo' - Naomi Klein.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Day Thirty One
Sober.Note: Due to unforeseen circumstances, I was unable to upload a photo taken today. An additional photo will be added to the collection on day thirty two. The above photo was entered for comedic value and to inspire thought/moral debates of an internal nature.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
A note on the project...
The photos forming the 365 Day project are not to be taken as an attempt at serious photography. Instead, they should be taken with red drink, red wine, vodka, or emergency cough syrup.
The main point of the pursuit is to commit to challenge the way I perceive and interpret images, as well as my overall approach photography. My photos are unbalanced, out of focus and poorly composed. My aim is not to satisfy the traditional requirements of a well executed, text-book style photo: I am finding new ways to see and document my world.
Thirty days into the journey, I'm not losing speed.
I wonder what other scenes, shapes and colours I will find.
Sincere shutter-bug,
Agnes Stone
The main point of the pursuit is to commit to challenge the way I perceive and interpret images, as well as my overall approach photography. My photos are unbalanced, out of focus and poorly composed. My aim is not to satisfy the traditional requirements of a well executed, text-book style photo: I am finding new ways to see and document my world.
Thirty days into the journey, I'm not losing speed.
I wonder what other scenes, shapes and colours I will find.
Sincere shutter-bug,
Agnes Stone
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
'Talking into your iPod doesn't make it an iPhone' & other flights of fancy
Sunday, it's a Monday. I hate jingles. Except for bells. They make me think of Christmas. Which makes me think of alcohol, I mean trees, and 'trees' makes me happy.
WARNING: This is one of those posts. No sense to be made here. Senseless sentences scrolling scintillatingly over mountains of miscellany. If you came here for the Gospel or the truth according to fiction, then you're in the right spot and by that, I mean the run down take away in Maitland. Is that even still there? Was it ever there? Was it all just a chip and gravy boat of dreams?
Alcohol is not the answer. It's merely a semi colon.
EXHIBIT A:
WARNING: This is one of those posts. No sense to be made here. Senseless sentences scrolling scintillatingly over mountains of miscellany. If you came here for the Gospel or the truth according to fiction, then you're in the right spot and by that, I mean the run down take away in Maitland. Is that even still there? Was it ever there? Was it all just a chip and gravy boat of dreams?
Alcohol is not the answer. It's merely a semi colon.
EXHIBIT A:
;
This post has not been colon cleansed. It's ribbed for your pleasure. It also has a skull.
I'm watching two Americans on television exclaiming that their significant others are more beautiful than their fried fish. Well... Given the amount of surgery, I would hope so. Although, it's hard to strike a balance between surgery and solarium. It's one or the other, lovelies. Binary is only for the wholesome.
Who knew that this post would be so full of pearls. Of poo.
That was Rwn. It wasn't really. But sometimes he creeps into my head and is louder than the other voices in there.
I don't really have other voices. There's just the one. It's yours. It echoes in the silence. SUCH a cliche, and yet so forgiven for some. Not you though. So GET OUT.
It's okay. You can stay a while. We'll drink tea. As long as it's chamomile.
Oh no. They sent the daughter to fat camp.
Sincerely spinning,
Agnes J.
Edited for Godschmod [MTH-TM]. This blog is not for discussion or ridicule of religion and instead is a platform for the many shades of sanity.
I'm watching two Americans on television exclaiming that their significant others are more beautiful than their fried fish. Well... Given the amount of surgery, I would hope so. Although, it's hard to strike a balance between surgery and solarium. It's one or the other, lovelies. Binary is only for the wholesome.
Who knew that this post would be so full of pearls. Of poo.
That was Rwn. It wasn't really. But sometimes he creeps into my head and is louder than the other voices in there.
I don't really have other voices. There's just the one. It's yours. It echoes in the silence. SUCH a cliche, and yet so forgiven for some. Not you though. So GET OUT.
It's okay. You can stay a while. We'll drink tea. As long as it's chamomile.
Oh no. They sent the daughter to fat camp.
Sincerely spinning,
Agnes J.
Edited for Godschmod [MTH-TM]. This blog is not for discussion or ridicule of religion and instead is a platform for the many shades of sanity.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Two hours. Two heads roll.
Hey! Hey! *clap clap*
Ho! Ho! *clap clap*
Costa's gotta go!
The Unions are strangely quiet on this matter.
Maybe I will become a Dole Dolly, but at least these fools went down first. Sure, they're set.
A good day for NSW?
What will become of us?
Let's move to New Zealand.
Ho! Ho! *clap clap*
Costa's gotta go!
The Unions are strangely quiet on this matter.
Maybe I will become a Dole Dolly, but at least these fools went down first. Sure, they're set.
A good day for NSW?
What will become of us?
Let's move to New Zealand.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Creepy
So now every little noise is freaking me out.
A car has stopped in front of the house.
Gah! It's a Daewoo.
Off it goes.
Did that car slow down?
Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Hmm... Why am I thinking about that crucifix scene from The Exorcist. "No thanks, I'm saving myself for marriage".
Square peg, round hole?
Asparagus.
Boy George.
But so sleepy.
If there's no Day Twenty Four, it was nice knowing you all.
Let's go to bed.
A car has stopped in front of the house.
Gah! It's a Daewoo.
Off it goes.
Did that car slow down?
Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Hmm... Why am I thinking about
Square peg, round hole?
Asparagus.
Boy George.
But so sleepy.
If there's no Day Twenty Four, it was nice knowing you all.
Let's go to bed.
A Word on Safety
After posting a picture and a pile of prentention, I decided that bed would be a nice place to be. Given that I am Macaulaying it up tonight, I thought I should turn the front light on. It just seemed like the right thing to do. If I was playing Dirty Stop Out, I would want someone to leave a light on for me, Belinda Carlisle.
Having done my good deed for the week, I turned to leave the foyer. I tripped. Luckily! I had left the front door open... With my keys still in the lock.
Don't be a dope. Lock the door. Put your keys on the dresser. Stop. Drop. And. Roll.
Seriously s....ing self,
Agnes J Stone-for-brain.
Having done my good deed for the week, I turned to leave the foyer. I tripped. Luckily! I had left the front door open... With my keys still in the lock.
Don't be a dope. Lock the door. Put your keys on the dresser. Stop. Drop. And. Roll.
Seriously s....ing self,
Agnes J Stone-for-brain.
Plastic palms, pink flamingos, cocktails and toothpaste.
Dear Diary,
I was debating over whether to refer to you with an upper case 'D'. I was torn between personifying you and throwing you at the wall. Keep my secret or you're kindling!
It's always so awkward with you. Stilted, one sided conversation veering into corners and curves and w.....isms too dubious to mention. When I imagine meeting you, I conjure the image of a smoke filled sleaze bar (they're looking into franchising). There's a token jukebox in the corner, beer (and ...s) stains on the floor. A pool table. A broken bar stool. Plastic palms and pink flamingos. Too much hairspray and facial hair. Is that Tom Selleck?
Cocktail. Fun times. Film.
I remember when Cocktail the film came out and the world went crazy for the soundtrack, THAT guy who was in it and for the next few years; 'Hippy Hippy Shake' would haunt dance floors and backyard barbeques. It was 1991. Father turned 30. A party was arranged. He made a grand entrance (in a towel). This is what happens when guests arrive early. Speakers had been placed around the yard, polluting the air with early 90s classics such as 'Addicted to Love', 'The Horses', 'I Touch Myself', 'Black or White', and 'Don't Go Now' (actually, please hurry off and take said song with you).
It was a warm February night. 'Kokomo' was playing, there were stars in the sky and the fridge was filled with food and fun. It was on this night I took my first sip of Tropicana.
Yours,
Agnes J.
I was debating over whether to refer to you with an upper case 'D'. I was torn between personifying you and throwing you at the wall. Keep my secret or you're kindling!
It's always so awkward with you. Stilted, one sided conversation veering into corners and curves and w.....isms too dubious to mention. When I imagine meeting you, I conjure the image of a smoke filled sleaze bar (they're looking into franchising). There's a token jukebox in the corner, beer (and ...s) stains on the floor. A pool table. A broken bar stool. Plastic palms and pink flamingos. Too much hairspray and facial hair. Is that Tom Selleck?
Cocktail. Fun times. Film.
I remember when Cocktail the film came out and the world went crazy for the soundtrack, THAT guy who was in it and for the next few years; 'Hippy Hippy Shake' would haunt dance floors and backyard barbeques. It was 1991. Father turned 30. A party was arranged. He made a grand entrance (in a towel). This is what happens when guests arrive early. Speakers had been placed around the yard, polluting the air with early 90s classics such as 'Addicted to Love', 'The Horses', 'I Touch Myself', 'Black or White', and 'Don't Go Now' (actually, please hurry off and take said song with you).
It was a warm February night. 'Kokomo' was playing, there were stars in the sky and the fridge was filled with food and fun. It was on this night I took my first sip of Tropicana.
Yours,
Agnes J.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Twenty eight and looking not a day over thirty seven.
28 days. A band. A movie. A month. A course of pills. A period of time before departure.
Take an anally retentive social-phobe, put her in a sardine can filled with a few hundred people for twenty-something hours and stir. Cast off carefully created routine. Deem her hair dryer too heavy to pack. Uncouth. Uncivilised. Unacceptable.
Gin is not an option. It's a requirement.
Sincerely sailing,
Agnes J Stone
Take an anally retentive social-phobe, put her in a sardine can filled with a few hundred people for twenty-something hours and stir. Cast off carefully created routine. Deem her hair dryer too heavy to pack. Uncouth. Uncivilised. Unacceptable.
Gin is not an option. It's a requirement.
Sincerely sailing,
Agnes J Stone
Day Twenty One
A Tribute: To me.
The last time I wore jeans.
Incidentally, this was also the last time jeans were cool.
This is a photograph of a photograph and therefore in keeping with the 365 DAY objective.
The last time I wore jeans.
Incidentally, this was also the last time jeans were cool.
This is a photograph of a photograph and therefore in keeping with the 365 DAY objective.
Monday, September 1, 2008
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