katernater: (house • (pancakes))
So, the Titanic 3D trailer should not have made me as emotional as it did. But, gah, I can't help it. When it first came out, I saw it in theaters something like seven times. Do you know long that movie is? It's more than three hours. Three hours times seven: that's over twenty-one hours. Every day in the world, 490,000 babies are born. The amount of time I spent in the theater watching Titanic is roughly equivalent to the amount of time it took 490,000 people to enter the world. Ri-freakin'-diculous.

My goodness, I can't wait until this week is over. I'll be going home over the Thanksgiving holiday. We've got Wednesday off from school, so I will leave Tuesday afternoon right after class. I'm swinging 'round Tim's place on my way back through town on Sunday. We're doing Thanksgiving with our respective families this year. In December he'll spend the weekend before Christmas up in Fort Wayne with my family, and then I'll join him and his family in Indianapolis for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

...It feels really grown up to say that. I've never spent real Christmas away from my family before. And I don't think I would consider doing that for anyone but Tim.

On episode 1x03 of Fringe and it's started to get weird. I mean. Comparatively speaking. :\
katernater: (misc • (shakespeare))
Just a quick update to let everyone know I'm on term break, not dead. I spent last weekend with Tim in Muncie, then came back home to Fort Wayne on Sunday evening. I've made some progress on my NaNo project this week, which was kind of a big shocker, because I usually just say I'm going to work on something like that and end up watching back-to-back documentaries about giant jellyfish instead. But no! Real progress! I admit that I'm kind of daunted by the idea of actually starting to write this thing, though. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be able to finish by the November 31 deadline. To be honest, I'm just going to be glad to start the project. NaNo just gives me an excuse to pretend I'll stick to deadlines.

Today I am going to hang out with my dog and read Game of Thrones.

I am also going to try to watch Third Star without crying so much that I throw up.
katernater: (movie • (nerf herder))
So I'm back in Terre Haute after a very restful, very uneventful term break. I spent the majority of it at home in Fort Wayne, running errands and putzing around the house. I meant to be more productive than I was -- I had planned on getting the jump on my taxes, but only got around to installing the tax software on my laptop before something (ostensibly) more interesting came along and distracted me. That'll be first thing on the agenda tomorrow. It was very nice to be home for a while and to have a chance to see my family, but I'm glad to be getting back to work. A week of nothing to do is pretty much my limit, I've found. After that I start climbing the walls and looking out the windows to catch my neighbors in their yards, just so I have an excuse to go outside and talk to someone.

I kept reminding myself today, while I was getting ready to leave, to remember to pack my comics. I actually stood on the staircase and had an internal conversation with myself, like, You're going to remember to pack your comic books, right? And my brain was like, Yep, no problem, you can count on me herp-a-derp! Half an hour later I was like, Okay, seriously, make sure you pack your comic books. And my brain said, Cool your jets, man! I'll pack the damn comic books!

I remembered about a half an hour ago that I forgot to pack my comic books.


(I love that Rahm Emanuel gif but, more than that, I love the fact that someone deliberately set out to screencap an episode of Charlie Rose to get it.)

And I finally have a microwave! When I moved from Valpo to Terre Haute I left the microwave with Todd. I've been unable to reheat things since the beginning of the year. And I think things got really desperate when I was watching episodes of Kitchen Nightmares, seeing all of those lousy restaurant owners microwaving their food instead of preparing it fresh and I remember thinking, Oh my god, I'd kill somebody to be able to reheat a plate of hashbrowns right now.
katernater: (house • (tennis))
I should be finishing (read: starting) addressing Christmas stroke New Year cards, but all I really want to do is sit on my couch watching The West Wing. I'm back in Valpo now, updated résumé on my hard drive (and backed up in at least three different file formats/locations), ready to attack the job market as soon as the holiday crush subsides. There are a handful of potential teaching positions in the Chicagoland area, but my parents suggested that I go back to the university to see if there are any openings there first. Not a bad idea, especially because 1) I networked my ass off in grad school, and 2) it's a five minute drive from the apartment. We'll see.

As excited as I am to begin the next stage in my life at a new job, I think I'm just as excited to be getting some free time back. Academics kept me constantly busy; when I wasn't in class I was thinking about class, or writing papers, or reviewing, or spending nights at the library. I'm looking forward to the time when I'll have (hopefully) a regular 9-to-5, with evenings open to write again. I've got two solid ideas (cliché alert!) for novels and it would really chuff me if I could get them outlined/started this year.

Also, do you know that if you buy Christmas crackers in Indiana, they charge you a $0.30 "public safety" fee? Is the government afraid little kids will eat the paper hats or something? (Before you ask, yes, I know that Christmas crackers have a little bit of powder in them which produces the bang, but my little brother used to eat the strips of paper that came with cap guns. I can't imagine Christmas crackers being any more dangerous than that.)

What are everyone's plans for New Year's Eve?
katernater: (misc • (christmas))

Wherever you are, whatever faith guides you, whatever language you speak and whatever path you take, may this holiday season be filled with love and happiness for you and yours.
katernater: (doctor who • (reboot))
So tired. Todd and I were up until about six this morning drinking wine and watching S2 episodes of House. We both caved and gave each other one part of the other's Christmas present. Todd got me Michael Moorcock's The Coming of the Terraphiles and I got him a Bender keychain. (I will save the rest of his presents for Christmas, I will.) At one point I remember the conversation getting very existential -- the meaning of life, thoughts about heaven and what happens to us after we die -- but one of us made a poop joke and we were back on track. Nights like that are awesome. :)

Weekend To-Do List:

- Clean apartment before parents arrive on Sunday
- Call parents to confirm arrival/departure plans
- Do a load of laundry
- Buy soda and scotch tape
- Wrap Christmas presents
- Finish That One Part of [livejournal.com profile] another_myself's Birthristmas box
- Make a final exam study plan for Japanese
- E-mail mailing address to BBF / Follow up with Andrew, re: the VIC

- Graduation!
- Begin studying for Japanese final
katernater: (s&a • (notes))

I cannot get over Slings & Arrows and how amazingly relevant to my life it is right now.

So, wrapping up the final semester, the last stand, the end product. After a week of break I convinced myself that it would be a good idea to get ahead of the curve where final papers were concerned and that a simple 3-4 pager would be a nice way to ease back into the swing of things. I don't know if it was the break, that I'm rusty writing papers, or the fact that I really don't have anything to say about how Hippies changed the face of postwar America, but no matter how hard I tried, I had absolutely no intellectual drive to write this paper today. I went through several drafts (one of which tried to connect Hippies to the fall of the Soviet Union through the music of the Beatles) before ending up with three full pages and a squeaker of a fourth. All absolute rubbish. The paper's due on Thursday, which gives me a couple of days to revise and edit, but I hate revising and editing. I don't like to dick around with a paper after the fact; I like to get it all done at once with minimal or no changes. (This is why I will probably never finish writing a novel. I'd have to work for two years straight.) Okay, so it's not total rubbish. Most of it is good, and I more or less stuck to the prompt. But, as a writer, turning in something that I don't feel completely great about is very disquieting.

FACT: I wear a special hat when I take Calloway outside. It's big, fluffy, and has those faux-fur-lined earflaps ("It's Holden Caulfield's 'killin' hat'," Todd says) and it keeps me warm when I have to stand there waiting for Calloway to do his business. So, it's like, 6:45 this morning and I've only just stumbled out of bed and into a pair of shoes. I've got Calloway on the leash and the hat lopsided on my head and I'm really feeling the whole 'it's 6:45 in the morning' thing and this guy comes out of the apartment building behind me on his way to work. 'Sees me standing there in my pajamas, a squatting dog at my feet and a killin' hat on my head and says, pleasant as you please, "Like the hat." I did not know then what I know now: that that compliment was going to be the obscure highlight of my entire day. (And I will forever associate it with my dog having a bowel movement.)

Okay. Homework's done. Gonna' read a little more of The Hot Zone before bed.
katernater: (actor • (cérébral))
Dogsitting for my parents this week. Road Trip Dog is tired after a long day of road trippin':


I'm about to head off to my last lesson planning session for the semester. Two weeks of classes, then a week of finals and it's all over. 'Just need to put my head down and charge on through to the end.
katernater: (house • (camaraderie))
It's taken me a week to get to a point when I could talk about this without breaking down, but, we had to put Chloe down last weekend. It was awful. The overwhelming, gutting grief of having to make that decision -- knowing that it was the right decision -- and going through with it, despite every fiber of your body saying don't. There is a lot about those last couple of days that I will remember; a lot that will continue to hurt, despite that "time heals all" rigamarole. I wrote about it, more extensively, in my private paper journal, and that was helpful. There are things about it that I need to keep to myself.

And then, there are so many good things about her, about the way that she loved and was loved by my family, how she made our lives so much richer for being a part of them. I have never known a dog with a sweeter disposition. She never growled, never snarled, never snapped at anyone. She had a permanent dog's smile. She was heavy for her size. Not fat, per se, but sturdy. Our little furry combat tank. When my brother and I would pick her up, grousing good-naturedly about her weight, my mother would always jump in to defend her. "Oh, she's not fat. She's just...big." Synonyms, somehow, softened the blow. The same went for her intelligence. That sweet, affable disposition could very easily be mistaken for a lack of smarts, and we often referred to Chloe as "our little blonde," for the way that she seemed to approach everything in life with the same ditzy demeanor. As time went on, however, we all began to suspect that the vapid act was just that -- an act -- because the dog somehow always managed to get exactly what she wanted, out of whomever she wanted it from. Most humans can't even pull that off.

I miss her every day. I am grateful for the limitless love she showed my family and me. There was never anything artificial about it, nothing contrived or done with an ulterior motive. A dog's love is wholly pure, and deeply missed when it is gone. It is something that we cannot ever emulate; not with our hang-ups, self-criticisms and fears. But I think that is why dogs -- and pets in general -- play such an important role in our lives, and in our hearts. They are the best parts of us, the unrealized potential, for love without limitations.

Chloe taught me that.

katernater: (doctor who • (vincent))


Home for the weekend. This is Chloe, my shetland sheepdog, and absolutely the most gentle, tender soul ever put into a dog's body. She has stage four renal failure and, as much as it breaks my heart to see her visibly not feeling well, I wanted to be here with her this weekend.

Other than hanging out with my parents, I plan on going yarn shopping. My second scarf is coming along quickly! I want to get more yarn so I can start working on Christmas presents. Yes, that's right -- if you live within mailing distance of me, you may be getting a scarf this year. I also want to break out all of my old Disney VHS tapes; I have the damndest urge to reconnect with my childhood, and Beauty & the Beast is a good place to start.


katernater: (actor • (goode))
My mom always loads me up with a bunch of stuff before I make any return trip to Valparaiso. "Do you want some rice? Here, take six bags of rice." "Would you have any use for a waffle iron that makes shamrock-shaped waffles?" "Here, we're not using this 18th century chintz lampshade and I'd hate to see it go to waste." Today, in addition to a bunch of garden fresh vegetables, she tried to sell me on a mandolin slicer/grater that looked only too happy to want to come home with me:

click to embiggen.

This led to an impromptu twenty-minute mandolin slicer/grater photoshoot in the middle of the kitchen (note the flawless white background: yeah, we totally used sheets of 8.5 x 11" stock paper like real photogs) and me telling her about happychairishappy.com and the two of us bonding over all of the ways that life is, surprisingly, full of everyday magic.

Which, in turn, motivated my mom to create her own "face out of nowhere" pastiche on my laptop:

I absolutely know from which side of my family I get my creative bent... )

My mom is awesome.
katernater: (lost Ω what kate does.)
I had absolutely no idea how expensive it was to be a bridesmaid! I went into town today to pay off the deposit on a bridesmaid's dress for this summer wedding I'm in, and between the deposit and the alterations (what's a bustle and, more to the point, why do I need one?) I'm plunking down a chunk of cash to look pretty for a couple of hours. The bridal shower is tomorrow, so I went to Bed Bath & Beyond afterward to pick up a gift. I ended up buying them a clock radio they can use in the shower (in the event that they somehow manage to fall asleep while standing up in the shower or something) and a picture frame. The picture frame is for the shower and the clock radio is for the wedding itself, but Bed Bath & Beyond does complimentary gift-wrapping for all bridal registry purchases, and they wrapped both gifts in two boxes that are the same size and shape, so it's impossible to tell one apart from the other without shaking them. I guess whichever gift goes out tomorrow will be kind of a surprise to us both. Then, of course, I had to go to Target to get a card, whereupon I got the card and managed to find the one hat in the universe that doesn't make me look like an idiot:


'Got back to the apartment and received a phone call from my mom (♥), who gave me some bad news about my dog, Chloe. She was born with bad kidneys but you would never know it, because she is absolutely the sweetest, most adorable dog on the planet -- full of energy, always loving, the sweetest little soul. Apparently she stopped eating and drinking a couple of weeks ago. My parents took her to the vet and were told that she is now in Stage 4 kidney failure. My parents have been giving her IV treatments the last couple of weeks and that has helped. My mom said that she has started to get her appetite back (she ate an entire Arby's Roast Beef sandwich last night, bun and all) and when my brother came home to visit this weekend, she flipped her stuff because she was so happy to see him. As of today, she is doing well. My parents will continue the IV treatments for as long as she responds to them, but it is very likely that she will not make it to Christmas. It's hard. You want to hang on to your pets, but you don't want them to suffer, either. My mom said that she and my dad have been doing a lot of crying lately, but this news has also made them appreciate every day Chloe gets to spend with them. I guess, in the end, that's what it's all about. Still -- if you think of it, please keep Chloe and my family in your thoughts.

I think there is more Witchblade and Who in my immediate future.
katernater: (traveler ∞ the celestial ocean.)
So, that's that. My finals are in the bag and now it's in the hands of my professors and God (and one of my professors who thinks he's God) to see how this semester came out. After all that, there wasn't much of a fuss. I spent a couple of days in the library, working on take-home finals and getting acquainted with the crud in the community keyboards, then took my last in-class exam for Music & Psychology tonight. I don't want to jinx anything, but I feel really confident about the work I did and I think it's going to pay off. Summer classes start in a week and a half, so I have a little bit of downtime. Well, relatively speaking. I've got a bunch of errands to run this weekend and I have to prepare my presentation for next week's graduate symposium, but it's all gravy. I think I'd go crazy if there weren't a hundred things waiting for me in the wings.

I can't believe that I'm almost finished with my graduate degree. My whole life, I've been focused on actually getting a higher education and, now that I'm about to graduate, I'm really stuck for a new life goal. Todd and I have been giving some serious thought to teaching overseas for a year or two, and I would still really like to make a go for a Ph.D. I know that I want to stay close to the academic environment. I love being on campus, and I love interacting with other people who are as passionate about literature and writing as I am. I can't really see myself going back to a desk job but, then again, I never imagined I'd get so involved with TESOL, either. Life has a funny habit of putting itself in your path in the strangest of ways.

My mom texted me while she was at work tonight and it made me aware of just how much I missed her. I haven't been home in a while. I miss my family. My parents are coming up next Friday to see me give my presentation at the symposium, but I think I would really like a chance to hang out with them in more than a "let's-make-small-talk-over-the-vegetarian-lasagne" kind of way.

My plans for the summer are many and varied. I have summer classes across both sessions, so I won't be hurting for homework. I would also like to spend part of the summer working on a couple of papers I wrote this semester -- for Huck Finn and Beloved -- that my American Studies professor said would make good candidates for publication. I also have a short story that I wrote, well, a few semesters ago, that I should probably dust off to see if I can get any nibbles. And, of course, [livejournal.com profile] another_myself is coming for a visit in July! So little to do, and so much time! Wait. Strike that -- reverse it.
katernater: (eye candy ✖ american heathcliff.)
Being at home was lovely, even if it was just for the weekend. I had a chance to hang out with my parents and my brother, and we watched Sherlock Holmes (Dad: Watching RDJ pummel the hell out of that big guy at the beginning of the movie. "He seems...very athletic. Is he that way in the books?" Me: "Uh, well, they took a few liberties with his character.") and I'm sure my mom would have liked it more if she hadn't fallen asleep. On Saturday, my mom and I did some running around town and went up to the hospital to see my cousin and her adorable newborn baby. We also went to the Vera Bradley store and my mom went halfsies with me on a new purse for spring. Speaking of spring, we saw a rainbow when we got to the shopping center!:


Today we got together with my mom's side of the family and had Easter dinner. It would have been a perfect afternoon save for the fact that my hyper-religious aunt started interrogating me about when Todd and I are getting married, and basically insinuating that am living in sin because I am an unmarried woman living with a man. I told her that we aren't sure when we're getting married, and that I really wanted to make sure that I took care of my career before we both committed to anything. "That's not what God wants you to do," she told me sternly. "You should always put marriage before your career." I told her that that was not what I believed. "Living together, unmarried, God does not want to see you tempted by thoughts of fornication and carnal lusts." I politely told her that, the next time I talked to God, I would ask His opinion of what I should do. Harumpfh.

I also went through my room while I was home, and found a whole bunch of CDs and movies that I thought I'd lost. Gonna' spend the evening updating things on my iTunes, I think, and then tomorrow it's back to the grind.

Oh! [livejournal.com profile] another_myself! I finished The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo this weekend! It was great! I can't wait to get started on the sequel!
katernater: (tww ❝ the jackal.)
I got into a really interesting texting discussion with my dad tonight regarding our family's genealogy. I'm watching that Paul Giamatti powdered wig-fest, John Adams, and I texted my dad to ask him how long our family had been in the country. He told me that we were fourth generation (which I assume makes me fifth generation) and that our family came to America from Germany sometime before the birth of my great grandfather, in Cincinnati, in 1880. Near as we can figure, our family came from the Alsace-Lorraine region of Germany when it was still German, and not under French control. However, there's every reason to believe that my forefathers were in the region at the time of the French influence, which means that I could feasibly be more "French" than "German" (yes, the quotes are largely inappropriate, but do service to a technicality).

Todd said that this explains my "Parisian good looks."

I say that Todd is the best man breathing.

None of this is -- or really can be -- confirmed, of course, but it's nice to have something that my dad and I can bloodhound together. I was telling him earlier today that my newly kindled interest in American history has a lot to do with the fact that I believe that I am finally old enough to appreciate where I came from. That trip to Gettysburg doesn't resonate as much with the eighth grade version of myself as it would with, say, the version of myself that now knows I had family members who fought on both sides of the conflict. 'Suppose it's that "quarter-life crisis of identity" thing rearing its ugly head again. Whoever said that youth was wasted on the young clearly never had to contend with student loans at today's interest rates.
katernater: (lost Ω what kate does.)
Sweet sassy molassy, I am sore. Todd and I went to the Flogging Molly concert in Indianapolis and I think it's safe to say that I haven't jumped around that much in a long time. My body is not used to all that white girl flailing. The concert was awesome; they played all the old standards and did "Seven Deadly Sins" for their encore. Security was srs bznz, so there was no moshing or crowd surfing, which was fine by me. Like I said, I did the "one man pogo stick" thing to my satisfaction.

Last week was pretty epic. I was home from last Tuesday 'til this afternoon and I got a chance to catch up with one of my oldest, dearest friends while I was in town. We hadn't seen each other since sophomore year in college and it felt like very little time had passed at all. It's great to know that, while some things change, there are constants in life and sometimes -- if you're very, very lucky -- they happen to be the people you know.

Todd's dad is my go-to guy when I need the oil changed in my car, and he was gracious enough to give Partypants a once-over while I was back in town. (I had driven 11,000 miles since having my oil changed last which is, apparently, not such a swell thing to do.) He also saw that the tread on my tires was shot to hell (the diagnosis of which, I am told, involved putting a quarter into one of the treads and seeing if the rubber did or did not reach George Washington's nose hair or something) and so I got a fresh set of tires as a gift from my parents. They also bought me a new hubcap, which was really terrific of them. I could definitely feel the difference in the ride, before and after, which might just have been me trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about when it came to cars. Because, duh, 11,000 miles.

One week of Spring Break left. I'm going to be working on take-home exams, oral presentations, graduate research, and trying to make it through Beloved without eating my hat over how gorgeous Toni Morrison's prose is and how I wish, wish, wish I could write like her someday.

I owe some of you RP tags. I promise, once I take a couple of Aspirin and soak my muscles, I'm yours.
katernater: (yum ☤ little slices of heaven.)
Oi. I'm stuffed. Todd and I just got back from dinner with my parents. My brother's going to Spain for a couple of weeks and my folks stopped by after dropping him off at O'Hare. In addition to dinner, they bought us a ton of groceries -- and a space heater! 'Think we're all set until financial aid refunds come in on the 22nd.

I wasn't floored by last night's House (though the House/Wilson stuff was terrific!), but it's lovely to have the show back -- even if we're plunging into another hiatus. I've learned to keep my nose out of fandom so I don't go crazy (I didn't even see a preview for this week's episode, that's how out of touch I was) and it's been nice to experience the natural course of the show, without all the hype. Our local public television affiliate has started running Life On Mars (the John Simm series) and I'm already caught up in it. And, with LOST coming back in a matter of weeks, my TiVo dance card is pretty full. I can't wait for LOST. [livejournal.com profile] luuser works for ABC and she's seen a bunch of the scripts. She tells me that it's going to be pretty epic -- "You won't be disappointed," were her exact words. :DDDDDD

[ETA:] Jesse Spencer's expression in this picture is just perfect.

(More here.)
katernater: (Default)
'Week between entries is unusual for me, but I didn't have the urge to break up the holiday because, frankly, I think I needed a break from the interwebz. I spent a fantastic week at home with my family, I got to see [livejournal.com profile] luuser and her family (she's working on the final season of Lost but, despite the depths of our friendship, she was contractually unable to spill the beans on anything that's going to happen), slept in (a lot), finished one book (fabulous!) and started another. I was blessed with a plethora of Christmas gifts, including a new pair of contacts (yay! The gift of sight!), a TARDIS-shaped USB hub, a red [H]ouse mug, and money to pay the rent-and-a-half that's coming due at the beginning of the month.

Todd and I brought back a lot of boxes and we're going to start packing up the place tomorrow. We're not too deeply embedded here, but moving is always a chore, so I'm trying to keep positive. We sign for the new apartment on New Year's Eve. My parents are coming up on the 2nd to help us move. We're pretty sure we're going to like the place. I say "pretty sure" because, due to certain extenuating circumstances, we haven't actually seen the apartment yet. All I know is that it's 10-25 square feet smaller than this place, it's on the second floor, and that we're getting a student discount on the rent. The place is also pet friendly, and Todd and I have been kicking around the idea of getting a dog. We were both raised in "dog" households, and it's been a real heart pain not to have one to look after. We want to make sure that one (or both) of us is going to be around enough to give the dog the care it deserves. Right now we're attenuating schedules (and funds) to see if it'll work out. I told Todd that we would have to be absolutely positively sure before we went to the shelter to "look" -- because it's never just "looking" when puppies are concerned.

Sherlock Holmes tomorrow! I can't wait!
katernater: (hyper (me) // Sometimes socially awkward)
'Spent a wonderful week home with my family, eating way too much, watching the first season of Lie To Me and being fundamentally lazy. Now I'm back and ready to put my head down for the next two weeks. I've got two sizable (group) projects to manage, and five or six papers to write. I am already hurting.

"I brought you here so that you'd look out at the water and feel comforted, comforted that your friends were looking out at the same ocean, I gave you the dress so that you'd feel like a lady and I wanted you to eat your food with a real life fork, and feel civilized. I did all those things so that you'd have something nice to hold on to. Because Kate, the next two weeks are going to be very unpleasant."
katernater: (dw (m) // He will knock four times)
I got a text message from my dad a little while ago. Apparently some kid in a red car came zooming around the blind corner in our neighborhood and plowed into one of our cars, parked along the curb. Dad says there was more damage to the other car than to ours -- there were parts of a fender left in the street -- and the police eventually caught up with the kid and brought him back to the house. Everyone is having a more exciting evening than I am.

Schemes and machinations are in place for holiday break. I've got the entire week off and I will probably end up going back to town on either Tuesday or Wednesday. I've got a tutoring session on Monday afternoon and I'd really like to get started on the editing for my video project, provided that the Mac lab is open. I have no real idea what I'm going to do with this project, to tell you the truth. All I know is that, at some point, I want to integrate Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger" into the footage. 'Maybe some dramatic cut-away shots to the university library. The "No Parking Before 5 pm" signs. Because if there was ever an institution in need of a good power ballad, it is a small, private Lutheran university in Northwest Indiana.

I'm re-watching the new series of Doctor Who. This show is so "pro-hug" it's insane.

In fact, someone put together a video of all the hugs in Series Two.

...And Series Four.

Hugs are weird, when you think about them.


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