Add to ORKGI have to admit something: when it comes to interpretation, I\u27m making this all up as I go along. I don\u27t have some magical cache of best practices stored up, waiting to deposit them week after week in posts here on the blog. Most of what I know about interpretation I\u27ve stumbled upon, either in the thoughts of others shamelessly stolen and added to my toolbox or as rough experiments based on my so-called common sense. [excerpt
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