25 posts tagged “books”
Since it's finally 'hit the presses,' so to speak, I'd like to present to you The Very Well-Linked Story, courtesy of Rob at cockeyed.com and myself as about one of 500-some others who contributed links to the story. I thought the idea was terribly interesting and signed up to contribute right away. So go forth and click, ye of my tiny, possibly non-existent reader base!
If, by chance, you are arriving from said very well-linked story, I congratulate you for your discriminating choice of words and welcome you to my little world. I'm just now getting back in the hang of writing after having my soul sucked out by working retail at Christmas time for the second year in the row, but things are moving along.
This morning I woke up from my dreams with the fragmented beginnings of what might actually be a story that I can write floating around in my head. I hit the sleep button a couple of times while I was trying to distill what was floating around into something that I could get up and hold in my mind until I could get it back out on paper (or, shall I say, into Notepad). Dreams have that crazy quality of not usually being quite tangible enough to keep from the moment I rise off the pillows, but I think I managed most of it this time. With luck, I'll be embarking on that project in the near future.
As for more personal details, there isn't a whole lot to say. I'm a former (and, with luck, future) student who happens to be toiling in a retail establishment that purveys the printed word. As I like to say--a bookwench. One of the few perks of my job (along with the marvelous forced talent of being on my feet for eight hours at a time several days a week) is that I can check out pretty much any book at work for free, read it, return it, and take another one, just as often as I can finish one and find another. Lately, this means that my average books-per-week is around four or five, though I've been dreadfully lax about tracking them on here since I got things started again last month. For example:
I have to say that Odd Thomas, the first novel, was my personal favorite, and I think the best of the three. Aside from the fact that it took me probably two or three times as long to read it as the other two combined (and despite the fact that it's not all that considerably thicker), the plot was much more rich, more complex, and more interesting. The premise of a character already in a long-standing stable relationship without romantic angst was refreshing, and I loved being introduced to the cast of characters, both main and supporting. Neither of those situations were so pervasive throughout the second novels, but unless things really take a turn for the worse if there are more stories, I'll definitely read again.
By now (if anyone's still reading), I'm sure it's evident why I selected 'words' as my representation on the well-linked story. I'm full of them, to be sure, but I also surround myself with them at most every opportunity. So cheers to both old and new readers, and stay tuned for more of the same and a little bit more.
Well, I'm awake, at least.
Coming home from work tonight, I immediately curled up on the couch with Evan and proceeded to fall asleep. I woke up a couple of hours later and fell asleep again about ten minutes thereafter. And then woke up at around 10:30. I tried to go to bed but ended up watching TV with Evan in there and decided I was wide awake. After puttering around the internet and finding nothing too absorbing, I settled onto the couch with my book. Evan went to bed, and after I finished it (12:30?) I decided to try sleeping myself. Couch + TV + fuzzy Kimiko blanket usually = instant-sleep mode. Not tonight, however, so I decided to try to sleep in the bedroom and listen to The Dark Tower II: Drawing of the Three (picked it up for seven bucks on sale at work on super-discount day) on my iPod. Of course, I got caught up in the story and was still awake by the time that I got to the end of the last track that I had imported. Still wide awake.
So I got up and came out here and started importing the next CD, which should be finishing shortly. I hope that by the time I would reach the end of listening to it, I will be well asleep. For now I have nothing else to do so I figured a short entry might be in order, at least maybe to get myself to stop mentally rambling long enough to get to sleep.
We're having some nasty weather tonight, but we shouldn't have to go out tomorrow for any reason, so it should be all right out there again by the time Evan heads to work on Monday. I'm off until Tuesday, which is yay, though not really; I'm only getting three days this coming week. With luck the budget will go up for the week after that, but I can't say that I'm not in the process of looking for something else. I can't really afford to stay there if it's going to continue like this until the second quarter--Evan's loans are coming in and I think mine are too. And we were already kind of just skittering by. Add the fact that he's really desperate to get out of where he's working right now (not that I blame him--it kind of sucks, and by kind of I mean a lot), and you get a bit of a sticky situation. With any luck we'll improve on all that as soon as possible.
I'm kind of hungry but I really don't want to grab anything to eat this late at night. Though the last of the leftovers I brought home from dinner with one of my co-workers is still incredibly tasty-smelling. Yay cheesefries from Outback--I think I probably brought half my plate's worth home with me, though Evan took care of most of it.
With any luck I'll manage to get an actual interesting entry up here soon; I signed up for an interesting little project on a website I frequent and I'm hoping to at least put on a good show, so to speak. It's not likely, I suppose, that too many folks would be interested in my ramblings, but a girl can dream, right?
So more bookwenchery from me in the next couple days, given that I've already devoured a whole new book since this morning. But not now; the Gunslinger calls.
It's nonfiction, and the author chronicles her journey through three nations as she recovers from divorce and an unsatisfying life.
The book really struck a lot of familiar chords with me, not because I'm unsatisfied with where I am, exactly, but just because I could understand where she was coming from. I admire the fact that as she chronicles her spiritual development, there's an acknowledgment that there is more than one path to God, and that "Thou art God" (Stranger in a Strange Land) isn't all so far from the truth, in the end. I remember identifying with that statement when I read it in Heinlein, and this only reinforced my feelings, that the divine is everywhere and you don't necessarily have to be on the Bible-thumping, revival-tent-inhabiting path to be doing it "right." Try to tell my family that. Ha.
Anyway. I've always been kind of afraid of stepping out there, as Liz does, and I really admired that, as well. She simply goes out into the world and does exactly what she wants to do. Perhaps that's a bit self-indulgent; in fact it quite likely is. But I think it's a chance that most of us would take if we had the opportunity. If someone said: pick three countries and spend a year visiting each of them equally, and here's the financial backing to do it--wouldn't you?
Of course, upon proposing that to myself, I have to wonder where I would go. I have a history at being incredibly terrible at languages, but then again they say that immersion is the best way to fix that problem. Liz picked Italy because she wanted to learn the language. For similar reasons, I would choose Japan. Perhaps I could even turn those three years of college Japanese into something resembling fluency! Also, silly as it might seem, I'd like to see what the effect of Japanese food would be on my body. I could certainly stand to lose a few and would probably feel quite awkward among all the smaller folk. Combine that with my picky tastes and I might actually be getting somewhere in that department.
My second "country" would be somewhere in Europe, because I know a couple of folks in the region who I would dearly love to visit. Ideally, I would divide my time between several countries, including Italy, France, Spain, Belgium, and Germany, so...yeah. Those four months would be hectic, but awesome. And more than likely I'd probably put back on all the potential weight lost in Japan, given the insane amounts of stuff I would want to try. Oh, well.
Finally, I think I'd mosey on up to the UK and spend a blissful four months in Scotland and Wales, with the occasional side trip to England (theater!) and Ireland (why not?). There I would visit all the lovely historical sites and absorb the accents. I could probably just sit around and listen to people talk for the whole time and go home completely happy.
So, yeah. Not exactly the great spiritual journey that Liz took, but I think I'd go home feeling satisfied, at least, that I got to go and live in the world, if only for a year.
Where would you go?
This week, weather-wise, has been one of the absolute worst in recent memory. Foggy and misty the first two days of the week, and soggy and rainy the next two as well. I don't get depressed (much) by grey, snowy days, but rain just absolutely kills me. Especially when it's been coming down in one form or another, on-and-off, for the last 80-ish hours. Yuck.
I had no desire to wake up this morning--but faced with the pouring rain (again), and the prospect of another day stuck at the front of the store, hoping that someone will remember to give me a break soon, without a chance of actually getting to do something different for a change, who would be? Yesterday was pretty much nonstop, given the amount of product I had to unpack, unwrap, and merchandise. After work I caught the bus to J's apartment. The driver was a talker, meaning that while I would much rather sink into the seat and ride around in the dark listening to my music, instead I had to turn the volume down and maintain an unpredictable but more or less constant stream of small talk until someone else got on the bus for the driver to talk to. I suppose, though, that too friendly is better than some of the surlier types I've dealt with as drivers who seem like they really aren't suited to the job at all.
Last night we were all expected at a gathering of a club we used to be in when we lived on campus, because one of our friends and founders of the group is leaving town to move closer to his girlfriend. The company wasn't what I normally keep (though to be fair, I don't keep much at all) and J and I ended up spending a couple hours in the corner, playing rummy because she didn't really fit in either. Ah, well. I really wasn't all that disappointed that I wasn't forced to socialize with people I don't relate to. I can do it if I have to, if it's important, but it really wasn't.
Surprisingly, I have been reading a bit more lately. What's strange is that I've been doing it in a way that's most unlike me--I have three or four things that I've read partially, and few that I've finished. It kind of sucks, but I guess with the smaller amount of time I've been spending at work in the evening, it's to be expected. Thanks to a couple girls at work who live nearby here and almost always work dayshift between the two of them, I've been having rides home. This is awesome, as I actually get stuff done sometimes now before Evan gets home. But anyway, as far as the books go, I'll go ahead and add them onto my list here, because I'm not sure when I'll finish them and get a chance to really talk about them.
That's probably enough of an entry for now, though I'll try to put down some more later. Lots to talk about, really. It's the follow-through that gets problematic.
Wow. I just suck. Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Sorry, guys.
Christmas in retail is crap. I feel like I haven't gotten to spend any time with my friends lately, not the online ones, anyway. Thankfully (ha) after next week, I'll have one more night where I won't be doing anything specific, so maybe I'll have a little more time for all this again. Maybe not, but a girl can dream.
Next week a friend of mine (And J's, and Evan's) is having a little to-do to celebrate his leaving town. He's getting the hell out of Morgantown and moving to live closer to his girl, in Missouri. I really hope things work out for them, but in light of the recent news that another friend and his fiancee have called it quits, I'm going to admit to a little worry on this one. The fact that he's been able to change enough to maintain a relationship this long is impressive, so hopefully they'll continue along that path. Alternatively, if they don't, at least let him learn what he needs to learn from the relationship and then not dwell on it for the rest of eternity. He's taking a big risk and I'm happy about that. I'd hate to see it turn out to be pretty useless.
In completely different news, it appears that just as our cell-phone contract is running out and as we're about to receive our deposit refund, both of our phones are suffering from issues. Evan's phone seems to have had complete loss of microphone function. Mine is developing a crack in the hinge, and the front faceplate (when the phone is closed) is a little bit loose. Not loose enough that I can tell what's wrong and try to snap it back, but just loose enough that dust is getting down on the little LCD screen. Ugh. In light of the fact that I really desire very little for Christmas, however, I'll probably settle on calling that a Christmas present.
I'm just not big on the gifts for myself these days, I guess. If someone sees something neat, thinks of me, and feels like I should have it, I'm not going to complain, but long gone are the days of keeping a mental list all year so that I can spout off a list of my desires come December. When asked what I want, my mind always drifts immediately to "What do I need?" and usually I respond from there. Right now, other than money, I really don't need anything.
I'd like a round-trip plane ticket to and hotel stay in San Francisco. Somehow I don't think this one is quite so reasonable. At least, not for and certainly not by Christmas (though I do have that week of vacation coming up in January...). On a random internet travel search, that one's going to go for around $800 if I pick my cheapest options. So, yeah. No.
As far as other luxuries in life, I already have a digital camera, an iPod, a computer that (mostly) still works, a PS2, a GameCube, at least two or three DVD players, a bunch of movies I never have time to watch, and a whole host of other things I'm lucky to have.
I really don't need more. So since I do need a new cell phone, that will be my requested Christmas present from the boy. I'm not going to say no to the cool stuff my friends usually find and give to me, but I'm going to devote more of my energy to finding the perfect things for them instead of the perfect things for me.
Today is Friday. I have the weekend off--I think that, most likely, the fact that I worked last Saturday and had my parents over on Sunday is why I feel like I haven't spent any time with my friends on here lately. That will be resolved this weekend, though I'm pretty sure the 'rents are going to drop by again. They'll come bearing food and/or furniture, however, so it could be worse. Mom actually wants to see Stranger than Fiction, which surprises me, but I'm not going to deny a free movie ticket, especially since I want to see it as well.
Speaking of dreams, I had a rather interesting one this morning before the cat-alarm woke me up. I was with a group of friends and we were touring luxury cars and luxury boats. I suspect this spin-off came from a comment I made as we caught the tail end of last night's Smallville (waiting for Supernatural), regarding Lex Luthor and living on a yacht. Anyway, the boats in my dream were the most fantastic things, bigger than houses on the inside without being so on the outside, and full of beautiful kitchens and living spaces but also containing great gaming areas, mini-movie-theaters, and that sort of thing. It was a cool dream.
I suppose I'm going to wrap this up for now, though it feels like I have so much more to add. I suppose that's what I get for not writing in here for a week and then having so much to cover to get back up to date. I guess it really doesn't matter--not very many people reading here anyway, so this is mostly for my own edification. Sometimes it feels nice just to get it all out there on the page and out of my head and hands.
So, yeah. Feeling a bit lonely, hating that I've been lacking time lately, and missing everyone a bunch. Hopefully I can resolve that this weekend. I know I certainly want to try. And maybe I'll get to write about the books I've read recently, too.
As another effort towards getting back on track, I thought I'd post about the book I (finally!) finished yesterday.
Yes, more Stephen King. Shock and awe, I know. I actually read The Stand before this, mostly because of its correlation to Lost, and while it was kind-of-sort-of interesting, I found myself skipping over a lot of parts just to get to what I felt like was the meat of the story. I'm sure I missed a few important things here and there, and my only excuse is that there was so much story that by the end I just wanted to know what happened. Didn't help that it was the "complete and restored" edition where King put back in a good portion of the stuff that had been taken out when the piece was originally published. Anyway.
This one is new, brand new. It's taken me a week to plod through it, but I've also flipped through a few other things as well, and haven't read it on my lunch breaks or anything, just because the hardcover is a lot more bulky and difficult to deal with than a paperback that I can just tuck into my apron.
There were only a couple of particularly gory bits that made me uncomfortable, and in that, I suppose, it's somewhat uncharacteristic for the author. It seems that of all of King's work, I'm still kind of darting around the edges, reading the stuff that's pretty much not like all the other things in his repertoire. Also, of course, I wondered if the "dead author" aspect would connect to Dark Tower at all, and I guess the answer is not really, though the Long Boy kind of reminded me of the thing that chased Roland, Susannah, and Oy through the dark train stations/Dogan/whatever that was (it's been a while, or certainly seems it).
I really like the idea of Boo'ya Moon, and the 'pool where we go down to drink' that I think most serious writers and/or readers will identify with. King does tend to write about writers a lot, but I suppose there is some truth to the old adage, "write what you know." Also, I think almost dying after getting hit by a car is probably enough to make anyone think about the what-ifs and all the possibilities, let alone someone who's probably got one of the most vivid, unpredictable imaginations out there. Naturally, it makes you wonder just how much of the story he relates to himself, how much he tortures himself to face whatever it is in him that brings out the stories he writes.
Enough to make any writer think, really. The pool is an interesting metaphor, if nothing else. Evan has a copy of On Writing laying around here somewhere. I'll probably pick it up just to see if I can draw any lines between the two.
All in all, I enjoyed the book, and thankfully had enough reasons to pace myself without racing to the end. What I didn't have, to my relief, were nightmares, which this particular author tends to give me. Bleh. Since most people probably haven't read it yet, I don't really want to run the risk of spoiling, but needless to say, it's worth a look.
Not really much else to say this morning, except that I'm looking forward to my Thursday off, even if it does mean I have to work on Saturday. Right now I'm just wondering what they're going to do with my schedule next week...
As I carry on into my second week of the schedule of a Completely Normal Person (aka 9-5, Monday-Friday), it becomes apparent that I really don't have too much interesting happen to me during the week. I am, however, getting more accustomed to the 5/2/5/2/etc vibe so that I'm not totally exhausted from working it. I knew I was capable of it because I did it for several months before the wedding. It's especially good to be back to something that approaches regularity in scheduling. The manager who makes the schedule now, D, implied that next week would be more of the same if he could manage it. I'm good with that.
I think I've figured out that 11:30 is just about the perfect time for me to fall asleep. The problem with sleeping a little before or a little after that is that I tend to wake up in REM, which results in a feeling of a crappy night's sleep. So aiming for 11:30 should do it--right after Good Eats, which is as good as anything to fall asleep to, don't you think?
Tonight brings with it the promise of more frustration and yelling and the pulling out of hair as LOST embarks upon Season 3 tonight. Evan and I have (more or less, skipping some episodes in the middle) caught up by watching the second season and bonus discs from the DVD set. We're gluttons for punishment, of course, but it's also a chance to collect my best friend J on the way home from work and drag her over for some amusement, as it was last year that we became accustomed to all sitting down together and watching. I'm sure I'll find a few people to scream, "They're Dharma!" about (as I am wont to do), and then we'll probably watch the Project Runway reunion show. Hee. Like old times~
Had a small bit of happiness yesterday as I was scanning all our audio books to see what was old and needed to be sent back. One of the titles was the compilation of short stories edited by James Patterson that came out recently, called Thriller. I didn't think it would be something I would be particularly interested in when it came out, but to my surprise, one of the authors listed on the cover as a contributor was none other than Katherine Neville, author of my much-beloved The Eight. So I grabbed the actual book on my way to lunch (actually, on my way to covering the lunch of my dallying co-worker, who took at least forty-five minutes if not an hour, instead of thirty) and skimmed. It appears that we shouldn't give up hope of Neville publishing again, since the story she included for the volume, The Tuesday Club, is part of or relevant to the sequel she's planning for everyone's favorite cult classic.
It's good to know that there's something still in the works, though since it's been almost twenty years since the original was published, I'm curious how much her writing has changed, either for the better or for the worse. It's entirely possible that her style is such that it just won't be the same, but for what it's worth, the story was good, if a bit short--she needs a lot of room for setup and delivery, though, and I don't mind that. So I'll have to keep my eyes open, because now she's caught my eye.
That's enough for now, I think, and it's about time I got ready for the halfway day. Until next time~
So. Books.
Two read in the past three days, and well into the third, though it was mostly brain-candy.
First off, Neil Gaiman's Fragile Things. A second collection of his stories, akin to Smoke and Mirrors which was published some time back. Given that I just re-read American Gods not too long ago, I was pleased to find out that there was a mini-novella included about that book's main character. While I don't have the book on-hand any longer in order to refer to it explicitly, I enjoyed it on the overall. The most worrying thing about the book was the fact that the dust jacket, as the title might imply, is fairly delicate. Tissue-paper like, barely strong enough to hold up to much of anything. Thank goodness we leave the covers at work when we check out hardbacks.
With collections like this I find that there are always parts that I like and parts that I don't. I'm sure that I'll have a chance to revisit it later and enjoy some of the ones I skipped over this time. I feel like I rushed through a bit of it, and was surprised to find him dwelling on vampires and such so much, but he did some nifty things with it that I liked a good bit.
The second book I've run through is one called Tolstoy Lied: A Love Story. The most compelling thing about this one was the fact that until the very very end it had my fists balled and my teeth gritted in anger because of the way the story was going and sheer frustration that the author would do such a thing. Everything worked out all right, I suppose, and the fact that I got so wrapped up in it shows a good deal of talent on the writer's behalf.
The cover, of course, was utterly compelling, and so was the concept. The oft-quoted line from Anna Karenina about happy families supplied inspiration for the title, and much of the story. I identified with a lot of the commentary on wanting to be happy, how happy tended to be "boring," and other such things--indeed, the reason I usually postpone writing in here is because a boring, normal, dare I say, perfectly happy day isn't all that interesting. A series of them is less so, even to the point of sounding smug. That's one of the reasons I had a big blank in writing as far as journalkeeping goes, and even now I'm trying to find enough other material to write about things other than everyday life.
Anyway, the story itself centered around a professor of English at a college, which reminded me fondly of my undergrad days and time spent wandering the halls and looking at all the various whatnots attached to the doors of the men and women working there. A nice memory.
Anyway, both are worthy reads, I think. So check 'em out, eh?
For the last month or three, even before most of the town knew what was being built, all of us who work at my store have been keeping an eye on the IHOP that would be opening in our shopping center. Lately, we knew the day was close at hand, because not only did the inside look finished, but there were many cars in the parking lot and people inside, but the lot had been roped off and they'd put big signs up after the first couple of days saying, "NOT OPEN - Training in Progress.' I can't even imagine how many people must have tried to go there, thinking, "Hey, there are cars in the lot and people inside, they must be open!" We're fairly close to a highway, so it's not entirely illogical to believe that people traveling through would realize it was a new restaurant. On Monday I even heard some parents and their kids talking about going there after they bought their books, so I mentioned that it wasn't open yet while I rang them up.
Monday night, however, Evan and I noticed that no one was inside, even though they usually were at that hour. Come yesterday morning, the signs were gone, the rope blocking the parking lot was gone, and there were actual customers inside. Yay! So Evan and I knew where we were going for dinner.
Yesterday at work was really nice, as I got taken off register (for once) and got to work on a project that theyw ere in the middle of completing. It made the time go really really fast even though the guy who ended up on register was a complete slacker--more than I am! I still got stuck up there a little bit when he had to leave early, but hey. It was still a much better day than normal. I finished the day not nearly as exhausted as usual and my feet didn't hurt at all, which is an absolute rarity. Then I had the opportunity to sit outside as the sun set on a lovely almost-Fall day which was perfectly warm until the clouds started rolling in and the sun went down. The cold front also brought in wind, of course, so I was kind of cold for the last little bit of it.
But then there were pancakes and all was well. I didn't have anything fancy, but it was still really good. Being that I've never been to an IHOP before, I was surprised to discover how extensive the menu was. I suppose only offering breakfast food would be kind of silly, since it's not all that terribly complicated. If nothing else, we'll be going back just to try other stuff on the menu.
The book I finished last night was Shadow of the Hegemon, having finished Stranger in a Strange Land earlier in the day. Both were good, though overall I can tell that the Heinlein is dated a bit. The characterization of the subservient-ish women to the dominating male character (not the protagonist) seemed very old-fashioned while the author still aimed for a futuristic world, technologically speaking. I found myself amused by some of the correlations between that and the Card, which I'm sure were completely un-related but interesting nonetheless.
I had mixed thoughts about the book's opinion on polyamory, given that it seemed to imply that complete and full sharing was necessary, and none of this doing things in degrees as I tend to do, given my situation, but it was a different time, of course, and I can't imagine that the topic was quite popular. It was the sixties, though, so anything's possible.
Not sure what I'll read next, but it'll probably be the next Bean story, which is, I think, Shadow of the Giant. We don't have the next Ender book, Xenocide, in stock at the moment, and I don't want to move past it and go to the next one and then have to backtrack.
I suppose that's enough of an entry about so little, eh? Today and tomorrow and then my little mini-vacation. Laundry tonight (hopefully).
What do you collect?
Ooh. Lots of things, really, though most of them are more "what have you collected" than "what do you collect."
As a kid, I collected the Russ brand Trolls--but not the other kinds. I have more than 300, all boxed up at my parents' house, waiting for me to collect them someday and/or put them up on eBay should they ever attain any worthwhile value.
I've also collected the works of Andrew Lloyd Webber, including as many DVDs and CDs as I can get ahold of, and also have quite a few "coffee table books" about him or his work, as well. Probably the reason I know so damn much about the man.
I have a small collection of plush dolls, some of which are actually from Japan. Whee.
Lately my acquisitions are a bit less tangible. I like to find as many versions possible of songs that I like. For example, there were a lot of songs combined into Moulin Rouge when they made the movie. I have most of them in their original form now, too. Recently I managed to snag the entirety of Jesus Christ Superstar in Japanese. Evan and I have, between us, at least three or four copies of the Ben Folds song Philosophy, because it's one of my favorites, and it's still bugging me that I can't get 'Kane wo Kaese (Bitch)' in the Japanese version, though I can hear it at the local B&N.
Evan collects a bit more than I do, since he plays a few different games that involve collecting all the little cards and pieces and whatnot for them. I don't tend to be terribly good at those sorts of games, so that's not something I'm into.
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In other news, life has been dull and potentially frustrating. Mostly it's the fact that despite having a little bit of time every night to do whatever I want, I'm always at work until around seven and then need to go to bed by ten or eleven. In the time I have at home in the evenings I usually make dinner, which cuts into my time even more. Today I'll be finishing up five days of work, and then I'll be off tomorrow, and then do four more days so that I can have next Friday off for Evan's mom's wedding. Not really looking forward to it, given that it's the five year anniversary of our meeting as well, and we were planning on something else entirely. Oh, well.
I don't really have a lot to say as far as personal updates go, I guess. I've been reading a bit, mostly because I finally got nudged into reading Ender's Game. That was quickly followed by Ender's Shadow, and then Speaker for the Dead. On a whim and after yesterday's post, I stopped with Card for a while and am taking the time to read Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, which I hear is relevant to my interests. Ahem.
I'll be glad to actually go home at five today.
