Her Nibs has been on a roll this week, so I have to tell another story about her. Tonight, we decided to try a new restaurant nearby. We tend to have dinner relatively early (it's an easier schedule for getting Her Nibs to bed), so we got there around 5:30. After we got settled and ordered our food, an older couple approached us and said, "We'd like to compliment you on your child. She has been so well behaved this whole time. We usually go out to dinner early to avoid the family crowd, but your daughter has been wonderful." After a few moments of trying to get Her Nibs to say hello, they left.
I have to say that I was awestruck by their comments. I'm not writing this to brag about my daughter (though she is wonderful!). In fact, my initial reply was almost, "Just wait around a few minutes, and you'll see what she's capable of." Instead, we simply said thank you and left it at that. It was nice of them to say something, though. Often, we only hear about our kids when they are acting up.
Which leads me to my next anecdote. On the way home, Her Nibs was cranky, and she wanted us to change the song on the CD. I told her, "It's not all about you." Her response? "But it is all about me." Imagine that in a two-year-old's halting voice. All I could do was laugh, which caught her off guard, effectively ending the tantrum.
By the way, Her Nibs is usually an incredibly sweet little girl. The credit for that goes to Plainbellied, who is an incredibly sweet and affectionate mother. I think the patience she learned from dealing with me has paid dividends. :-)
Is the Bed Really That Uncomfortable?
Her Nibs has had a hard time going to bed lately. She has given us grief for the past week or so, and a couple of times it has taken her several hours to go to sleep. In response, we would take the time to put her back in bed, with accompanying timeouts to make the idea stick that she needed to stay in bed. We really only do anything when she comes downstairs. Our guiding principle is that if she's upstairs and quiet, things are all right.
Well, she has changed her habits over the past two nights. Last night, when we went upstairs she was sprawled in the hallway—asleep. She had brought out her pillow and blanket, plus her stuffed pig and water-filled sippy cup. Tonight she did the same thing. It was so adorable, but it's a little disconcerting. We might have to do something about it eventually. But for now, we're just glad she's going to sleep.
One more anecdote: the other day, Her Nibs turned to me and said, "Daddy, you're my best friend ever." It was one of those moments fathers live for.
Well, she has changed her habits over the past two nights. Last night, when we went upstairs she was sprawled in the hallway—asleep. She had brought out her pillow and blanket, plus her stuffed pig and water-filled sippy cup. Tonight she did the same thing. It was so adorable, but it's a little disconcerting. We might have to do something about it eventually. But for now, we're just glad she's going to sleep.
One more anecdote: the other day, Her Nibs turned to me and said, "Daddy, you're my best friend ever." It was one of those moments fathers live for.
Two Important Lessons
I learned an important lesson tonight: trust my instincts. Several years ago I tried to watch "Taxi Driver," but I stopped about halfway in because it was boring and offensive. Recently, I had heard good things about it, so I watched it again. Long story short, I was right the first time. Here's my verdict on the film. It's frickin' weird. The only redeeming value is the "Are you talkin' to me?" scene in front of the mirror.
Second lesson: never watch Martin Scorsese films (with the exception of the Bob Dylan documentary). Basically, his M.O. is to make movies that shock people. I remember liking "Goodfellas" when I saw it many years ago, but I have a feeling I wouldn't like it again. I don't think I'll ever see "The Departed." I mean, putting Scorsese and Leonardo DiCaprio together was a good idea because . . .
Martin Scorsese, you are now officially dead to me.
CLARIFICATION
Upon further reflection, I've decided that Scorsese is not completely dead to me. I had forgotten that he did Kundun and Raging Bull (as well as the Dylan documentary), so he is capable of making good films. He does, however, have a group of films that trouble me, including Taxi Driver, Casino, and The Departed, not to mention the fact that he seems to enjoy working with Leonardo DeCaprio (Gangs of New York, The Aviator, and The Departed). Taken as a whole, I don't think I like his work, but I should recognize here that there are some good films in there, too.
Second lesson: never watch Martin Scorsese films (with the exception of the Bob Dylan documentary). Basically, his M.O. is to make movies that shock people. I remember liking "Goodfellas" when I saw it many years ago, but I have a feeling I wouldn't like it again. I don't think I'll ever see "The Departed." I mean, putting Scorsese and Leonardo DiCaprio together was a good idea because . . .
Martin Scorsese, you are now officially dead to me.
CLARIFICATION
Upon further reflection, I've decided that Scorsese is not completely dead to me. I had forgotten that he did Kundun and Raging Bull (as well as the Dylan documentary), so he is capable of making good films. He does, however, have a group of films that trouble me, including Taxi Driver, Casino, and The Departed, not to mention the fact that he seems to enjoy working with Leonardo DeCaprio (Gangs of New York, The Aviator, and The Departed). Taken as a whole, I don't think I like his work, but I should recognize here that there are some good films in there, too.
Talk to the Beard
As I mentioned a couple of days ago, I'm going to be teaching a couple of courses this summer at my alma mater. Well, I just realized the other day that this means I have to shave off my beard. You see, the school has a very strict "dress and grooming" standard. No short shorts or facial hair (for men or women). It's actually a very sad realization for me. I've had the beard for a year and a half. I started it when I broke my hand in an embarrassing incident involving a refrigerator and cupboard. I had a cast on my right hand, and my left is essentially useless for intricate tasks, so I stopped shaving. By the time the cast came off, I had a decent beard going, so I kept it. Well, now it's going to come off.
I suppose I could argue about it or get on my high horse and not take the job, but let's face it, taking the classes is a good career move (and good summer money), and if the only thing I have to sacrifice is my beard, I'll do it. I mean, I did it for the three years I was in college. I can always start growing it back on August 16.
I suppose I could argue about it or get on my high horse and not take the job, but let's face it, taking the classes is a good career move (and good summer money), and if the only thing I have to sacrifice is my beard, I'll do it. I mean, I did it for the three years I was in college. I can always start growing it back on August 16.
I'm a little embarassed, but. . .
Tonight Plainbellied had soccer practice, so I was in charge of Her Nibs. Well, after dinner, we decided to watch a little television. The next thing I knew, I was waking up on the couch as Plainbellied came home. I had been asleep for at least half an hour, and I desperately hope that Her Nibs didn't get into any trouble. The killer is that even when Plainbellied came home, I went back to sleep, and by the time I got up, she was in bed, so I couldn't ask her about it.
Just so nobody thinks I'm lazy, I should explain. Because I'm trying to finish my dissertation right now, I spend my nights editing and my days sleeping (working at night eliminates distractions and makes me much more effective). Since I teach on Tuesday and Thursday, my sleep schedule gets screwed up, and I have to take evening naps before I get to work. Normally I would have waited until after Plainbellied came home, though. I should ask her what happened when she wakes up.
Just so nobody thinks I'm lazy, I should explain. Because I'm trying to finish my dissertation right now, I spend my nights editing and my days sleeping (working at night eliminates distractions and makes me much more effective). Since I teach on Tuesday and Thursday, my sleep schedule gets screwed up, and I have to take evening naps before I get to work. Normally I would have waited until after Plainbellied came home, though. I should ask her what happened when she wakes up.
Suddenly, the Blogosphere Feels Crowded
I thought I would mention a few blogs that I've just added to my "Nice Blogs" list. My brother and his wife have just initiated their own blog, called "conmigo-contigo." Currently, they are in Colombia, where my brother works for the US Foreign Service. They are much more witty and urbane than I am, so I hope you enjoy reading about their exploits. One thing you might notice when you read their blog is that I gave some misinformation about them recently. It turns out that my brother didn't meet the President, but his wife and kids did. I never fixed my blog, though, because I was too lazy. I never figured anyone would notice.
I put "Indigenous Beliefs" on my list as well. I announced not too long ago that this blog would be discontinued, but it turns out that it just took a hiatus (blogging can be exhausting, don'cha know). Well, it's back. I especially like the current post on Netflix and Blockbuster. We do Netflix right now and have considered switching, but maybe we'll stick with what we have.
I also finally added "Rhonda's Blog" to my list. Rhonda is one of our blog buddies from the Great White North. I always like reading her comments.
I put "Indigenous Beliefs" on my list as well. I announced not too long ago that this blog would be discontinued, but it turns out that it just took a hiatus (blogging can be exhausting, don'cha know). Well, it's back. I especially like the current post on Netflix and Blockbuster. We do Netflix right now and have considered switching, but maybe we'll stick with what we have.
I also finally added "Rhonda's Blog" to my list. Rhonda is one of our blog buddies from the Great White North. I always like reading her comments.
What's Next? Dunkin Donut Brakes?
I took my car in for an oil change today, and I learned something new about it. Recently, our car developed a squeal in the brakes (it's a 2006 Toyota Matrix), I asked the mechanic to look at it today when I took it in. He told me that the brakes were "glazed." This meant that the rotor had been worn smooth when it should be rough. They outlined the procedure for fixing the issue, and it sounded wicked expensive to me. So I asked, in my inimitable way, "Is it a safety issue?" They said, "No. It's just a comfort issue." I think you know what I did. . . . I can live with the squeal.
Speaking of glazed, a new Dunkin' Donuts will soon open around the corner. I am partial to their donuts, and I don't like Krispy Kreme, which is all we can get here. I have fond memories of Dunkin' Donuts as a kid. My brothers and I all had paper routes as kids, and one of the best parts of it was being able to get donuts on the morning route. Early on, we went to a local bakery or Cumberland Farms (a convenience store) for donuts. Then they opened a Dunkin' Donuts in a nearby town, and we would drive all the way over there for donuts. They didn't open a shop in my hometown until just before I moved out of town for college. I don't tend to eat sweets, but I am very partial to Dunkin' Donuts and Ring Dings, neither of which is available where I live.
Isn't it just like them to open just before I (hopefully) move somewhere else? Jerks.
Speaking of glazed, a new Dunkin' Donuts will soon open around the corner. I am partial to their donuts, and I don't like Krispy Kreme, which is all we can get here. I have fond memories of Dunkin' Donuts as a kid. My brothers and I all had paper routes as kids, and one of the best parts of it was being able to get donuts on the morning route. Early on, we went to a local bakery or Cumberland Farms (a convenience store) for donuts. Then they opened a Dunkin' Donuts in a nearby town, and we would drive all the way over there for donuts. They didn't open a shop in my hometown until just before I moved out of town for college. I don't tend to eat sweets, but I am very partial to Dunkin' Donuts and Ring Dings, neither of which is available where I live.
Isn't it just like them to open just before I (hopefully) move somewhere else? Jerks.
Odds and ends
Here are a few random thoughts:
I've now watched two episodes of "Andy Barker, P.I.," and I think I like it. It's a quirky little detective show with a pudgy accountant playing the lead. "Raines," a new show with Jeff Goldblum, seems to hold promise, but I've had a hard time getting into the episodes. I may give it one more chance and then bail.
We're going camping in a few weeks, and I'm pretty excited. We are slowly picking up the supplies we need. Next up is a tent. The only thing that scares me is that the place we are going to camp has alligators. I hope they stay near the water.
This summer, we're heading out west for two months. My alma mater asked me to teach two summer courses. The money is good, so we're going.
I recently discovered the Cuban sub (sandwich). I like it.
Her Nibs is teaching me that a 2-year-old has a hard time distinguishing between "want" and "need." She also tends to answer questions like, "Why did you do that?" with "Because I did."
The longer I drink diet soda, the less disgusting it tastes.
I've now watched two episodes of "Andy Barker, P.I.," and I think I like it. It's a quirky little detective show with a pudgy accountant playing the lead. "Raines," a new show with Jeff Goldblum, seems to hold promise, but I've had a hard time getting into the episodes. I may give it one more chance and then bail.
We're going camping in a few weeks, and I'm pretty excited. We are slowly picking up the supplies we need. Next up is a tent. The only thing that scares me is that the place we are going to camp has alligators. I hope they stay near the water.
This summer, we're heading out west for two months. My alma mater asked me to teach two summer courses. The money is good, so we're going.
I recently discovered the Cuban sub (sandwich). I like it.
Her Nibs is teaching me that a 2-year-old has a hard time distinguishing between "want" and "need." She also tends to answer questions like, "Why did you do that?" with "Because I did."
The longer I drink diet soda, the less disgusting it tastes.
Would Tylenol Help?
I read a CNN.com article about Al Gore testifying before Congress about climate change. He said that the earth has a fever. He went on to say, "If your baby has a fever, you go to the doctor. If the doctor says you need to intervene here, you don't say, 'Well, I read a science fiction novel that told me it's not a problem.' If the crib's on fire, you don't speculate that the baby is flame retardant. You take action." Well, I'm calling a foul on Mr. Gore for poor use of imagery.
As a parent, I have some experience with childrens' fevers. A slight fever requires no medical intervention. In fact, the fever is indicative of the body's healing response and is a sign that the body can protect itself. Only an obsessive parent would go to a doctor with a child running a fever of 99.6 or even 100 unless the child exhibited other symptoms. I am not trying to say anything about global warming. I just think Mr. Gore needs to think through his imagery more clearly. His statement about the earth having a fever, if taken to a logical conclusion, could be taken to mean that the earth is protecting itself from an infection and that we should leave it alone until it gets out of control (so far temperatures have only risen about 1 degree). Then we should throw some Tylenol on it until it cools down.
Even though I just called a foul on "You can call me" Al, I kind of hope he runs for president now. We might get more choice quotes about lockboxes and non-flame-retardant babies. That would be so AWESOME!!!! I can't wait.
As a parent, I have some experience with childrens' fevers. A slight fever requires no medical intervention. In fact, the fever is indicative of the body's healing response and is a sign that the body can protect itself. Only an obsessive parent would go to a doctor with a child running a fever of 99.6 or even 100 unless the child exhibited other symptoms. I am not trying to say anything about global warming. I just think Mr. Gore needs to think through his imagery more clearly. His statement about the earth having a fever, if taken to a logical conclusion, could be taken to mean that the earth is protecting itself from an infection and that we should leave it alone until it gets out of control (so far temperatures have only risen about 1 degree). Then we should throw some Tylenol on it until it cools down.
Even though I just called a foul on "You can call me" Al, I kind of hope he runs for president now. We might get more choice quotes about lockboxes and non-flame-retardant babies. That would be so AWESOME!!!! I can't wait.
Larry Bird video
As a lifelong Celtics fan, I found this video really fascinating. It's a compilation of Larry Bird buzzer-beating shots. I hope you like it, too.
Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
Plainbellied is a big fan of "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition." I used to like it, but now I think it's just sappy drivel that rots my brain. I bring this up because Plainbellied just got the first season on DVD from Netflix. I watched an episode with her, and I realized two things that have changed significantly. First, they no longer actually do a "makeover." Now they completely demolish the house and start from scratch. Second, they spend much more time talking about the family and less on the actual building of the house. While I do care about their stories, I'd rather see what they've done with the house.
I'm more of a "This Old House" kind of person. They take the time to make the house really shine, and they show you what they've done, in detail. Lots of the houses on "Extreme Makeover" are just not the sort of thing I would ever want. I prefer understated elegance to over-the-top extravagance. "Hometime" is another one that I kind of like. They sometimes take on smaller projects, and I really like to learn how to do things. Someday I'll have my own house, and I'm sure I'll want to do something to it.
I'm more of a "This Old House" kind of person. They take the time to make the house really shine, and they show you what they've done, in detail. Lots of the houses on "Extreme Makeover" are just not the sort of thing I would ever want. I prefer understated elegance to over-the-top extravagance. "Hometime" is another one that I kind of like. They sometimes take on smaller projects, and I really like to learn how to do things. Someday I'll have my own house, and I'm sure I'll want to do something to it.
Alligators and lions and bears, oh my!
Here in Florida, we have a lot of very dangerous creatures. Probably the most dangerous is the alligator. A few years ago, we visited the local botanical gardens with my parents when they came to visit. At the gardens, there is a stream, and an alligator lived in the stream. It was very exciting for my parents to see it. Well, about a year later, it turns out that the gator attacked one of the workers. I think he ripped off the worker's arm, but I can't remember if the man lived (I'm a little hazy on the details).
Yet for some reason, we aren't content with the vicious animals we already have. We have to import more. A friend of ours worked at a theme park with animal attractions, and he gave us free passes. We asked for a "behind-the-scenes" tour, but that wasn't allowed. The reason? A keeper at another theme park had brought friends behind the scenes to see the lions. Well, she got careless and the animal ripped her arm off (I'm certain about this one). So those tours were banned from all of the parks.
It makes me wonder about our fascination with animals that would kill us if given the chance. Think about Grizzly Man. He went to live with Kodiak bears and they killed him and his girlfriend. Maybe it has something to do with a need to dominate the things we most fear. Who knows?
Actually, I think it would be fun to play with a grizzly bear. . . if I knew it wouldn't hurt me.
Yet for some reason, we aren't content with the vicious animals we already have. We have to import more. A friend of ours worked at a theme park with animal attractions, and he gave us free passes. We asked for a "behind-the-scenes" tour, but that wasn't allowed. The reason? A keeper at another theme park had brought friends behind the scenes to see the lions. Well, she got careless and the animal ripped her arm off (I'm certain about this one). So those tours were banned from all of the parks.
It makes me wonder about our fascination with animals that would kill us if given the chance. Think about Grizzly Man. He went to live with Kodiak bears and they killed him and his girlfriend. Maybe it has something to do with a need to dominate the things we most fear. Who knows?
Actually, I think it would be fun to play with a grizzly bear. . . if I knew it wouldn't hurt me.
Meeting the President
My brother, who works in the US Foreign Service, is currently stationed in Colombia. He just met the President, and I think that's pretty cool. I'd like to meet the President, too. I may not agree with the man, but he's still the freakin' President. Actually, I think it would be even cooler to meet his wife. Laura Bush is a remarkable woman.
Apparently, my brother's wife took their kids to some sort of meet and greet at the embassy, and Mrs. Bush wanted to take a picture with their daughter, but the young 'un didn't want a picture with the strange woman, and it didn't happen. That's too bad. Knowing my family, she's still going to get teased about it in college. :)
In other news, Plainbellied and Her Nibs remain at my parents' house. Today is my father's birthday, and we got him some chocolate coins. We thought it would be nice to combine his birthday and St. Patrick's Day, so we decided to give him a pot of gold. Well, it turns out that he's received chocolate coins like three times in the past week. I guess it'll have to be four now.
Apparently, my brother's wife took their kids to some sort of meet and greet at the embassy, and Mrs. Bush wanted to take a picture with their daughter, but the young 'un didn't want a picture with the strange woman, and it didn't happen. That's too bad. Knowing my family, she's still going to get teased about it in college. :)
In other news, Plainbellied and Her Nibs remain at my parents' house. Today is my father's birthday, and we got him some chocolate coins. We thought it would be nice to combine his birthday and St. Patrick's Day, so we decided to give him a pot of gold. Well, it turns out that he's received chocolate coins like three times in the past week. I guess it'll have to be four now.
Estoy de Rodrigo
Plainbellied and Her Nibs left town this morning, and I am now alone at home, getting on with revising my dissertation. In Spain, they have an expression for this: "estar de Rodrigo." I don't know why they use those exact words, but it comes from the old days, when families left the cities during the summer to spend time in the country. Spain gets very hot in the summer, and before modern sanitation, leaving the city was the best thing you could do. If a husband was "de Rodrigo," it meant that he was staying behind to attend to business in the city. Often, the men would use the time to act as though they were free from the "ball and chain." Anyway, since Plainbellied and Her Nibs are away, I'm technically "de Rodrigo." I like how the expression sounds, but rest assured that there is no play this week. I have lots and tons of work to do.
I even started by cleaning up my office, which looked like a war zone. Now I'm ready to get down to the business of revision. Maybe I'll even make it a revisionist history. . . .
I even started by cleaning up my office, which looked like a war zone. Now I'm ready to get down to the business of revision. Maybe I'll even make it a revisionist history. . . .
Fun Russia Journal
I was looking through some of my old papers the other day, and I came across a journal I kept when I went to Russia (seven years ago). I was part of my university's chamber orchestra, and we went there on tour for three weeks. It was great fun. We stayed on a boat for the first week or so, and we floated from one city to another along the Volga. We went from Samara to Saratov to Volgograd (formerly Stalingrad), then by train to Rostov and on to Moscow. What I call a journal is actually a list of stuff I had done or seen, and I thought I would share a couple of choice tidbits.
"Seen a real Russian parade, complete with tanks and soldiers." We happened to be there for a national holiday. Here in the US, our parades usually involve huge balloons and cotton candy. They like to march soldiers around city squares and put military hardware on display.
"Saw real Cossacks doing real Cossack dancing." We went to a performance in one of the cities we stopped in, and they were pretty amazing. I've never seen anything quite like it.
"Was bothered by a drunk who yelled, 'Saratov! Saratov! It's land! It's land! The Volga! The Volga!" One of the Russian people who helped us organize things translated for me. As an American, one tends to stick out (especially wearing the regulation orchestra blazer).
"Got a standing ovation and played two encores after our concert in the Rostov Philharmonic Hall." This is a very good feeling. Standing ovations are great, and encores are even better.
Russia is a very fascinating country, but I have to admit to being a little intimidated by it still. It fit my Cold War preconceptions pretty closely. I felt like I was in Rocky IV when we stepped off the plane in Samara in the middle of an empty field. But overall it was a great experience, and it taught me a lot. Perhaps some day I'll go back. . . .
"Seen a real Russian parade, complete with tanks and soldiers." We happened to be there for a national holiday. Here in the US, our parades usually involve huge balloons and cotton candy. They like to march soldiers around city squares and put military hardware on display.
"Saw real Cossacks doing real Cossack dancing." We went to a performance in one of the cities we stopped in, and they were pretty amazing. I've never seen anything quite like it.
"Was bothered by a drunk who yelled, 'Saratov! Saratov! It's land! It's land! The Volga! The Volga!" One of the Russian people who helped us organize things translated for me. As an American, one tends to stick out (especially wearing the regulation orchestra blazer).
"Got a standing ovation and played two encores after our concert in the Rostov Philharmonic Hall." This is a very good feeling. Standing ovations are great, and encores are even better.
Russia is a very fascinating country, but I have to admit to being a little intimidated by it still. It fit my Cold War preconceptions pretty closely. I felt like I was in Rocky IV when we stepped off the plane in Samara in the middle of an empty field. But overall it was a great experience, and it taught me a lot. Perhaps some day I'll go back. . . .
Committee Implosion
I had a very interesting experience yesterday. As part of the final semester of graduate school, I needed to make sure that everything was correct in the system, including what courses I've taken and the composition of my dissertation committee. Many schools have different guidelines for such committees, but at my university, the committee must consist of five professors: the advisor, three other members from one's department (two from one's major field, and one from the minor field), and an "external" faculty member from a different department.
One of my committee members is a former faculty member teaching at a different university now but "grandfathered" into my committee. I found out yesterday that such things are not really acceptable under the rules, and I had been misled by a former administrator in my department (who left under somewhat unpleasant circumstances). What this meant was that I had to find a new committee member to replace him. Luckily, my advisor was around, we talked about possible replacements, the best choice happened to be around as well, and he agreed to join my committee for the last leg.
I felt very good about that change. Then something even more curious happened. I had not heard back from the "external" member of my committee, so I called her department to find out what was going on, and it turns out that she is sick and on sabbatical. This meant that I needed to find another committee member. Well, another faculty member from that department graciously agreed to fill in, but said, "I can't promise to do more than read the introduction and conclusion." Of course, that is not a problem, because the last thing I need is to have a new committee member join at the last moment, after everything is basically done, then tell me I have to change something. That would really stink.
So now I have changed 3/5 of my committee in the last two semesters of graduate school (I had to replace another faculty member last semester). How cool is that? Not very. Now I have to try to get five academics (one of whom is in England--he can teleconference) to meet at the same time for a defense. Wish me luck. . . .
One of my committee members is a former faculty member teaching at a different university now but "grandfathered" into my committee. I found out yesterday that such things are not really acceptable under the rules, and I had been misled by a former administrator in my department (who left under somewhat unpleasant circumstances). What this meant was that I had to find a new committee member to replace him. Luckily, my advisor was around, we talked about possible replacements, the best choice happened to be around as well, and he agreed to join my committee for the last leg.
I felt very good about that change. Then something even more curious happened. I had not heard back from the "external" member of my committee, so I called her department to find out what was going on, and it turns out that she is sick and on sabbatical. This meant that I needed to find another committee member. Well, another faculty member from that department graciously agreed to fill in, but said, "I can't promise to do more than read the introduction and conclusion." Of course, that is not a problem, because the last thing I need is to have a new committee member join at the last moment, after everything is basically done, then tell me I have to change something. That would really stink.
So now I have changed 3/5 of my committee in the last two semesters of graduate school (I had to replace another faculty member last semester). How cool is that? Not very. Now I have to try to get five academics (one of whom is in England--he can teleconference) to meet at the same time for a defense. Wish me luck. . . .
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