It would be hard to explain how this affected me, but I almost cried. This is really cool and more people need to do it:
http://vimeo.com/15091562
I found that via DetentionSlip.org, a blog I read about the horrific state of some of our school. I won't call it good, but they made a good point in the blurb they wrote about it. This can be done for a couple hundred dollars (probably quite a lot less), and it would make a truly amazing experiment for class.
Things appear to be... shifting. Up until recently my Friday-Sunday schedule was completely filled. DnD on Friday, GURPS on Saturday and Calc/Chem-splosion on Sunday (usually spilling over into Monday). Dnd and GURPS have both been dropped. While the Calc/Chem-splosion is still there, I also need to study-face the calc-book until it bleeds (the book not me. I'll have bled dry by then). I've also been picked up into a singularly epic GURPS group on Saturday, which technically offsets the previous GURPS being dropped, but I don't know. It just generally feels like everything is changing.
I'm ranting....
We're also trying to set up a regular meal plan. I'm cooking Monday and Tuesday. Clinton cooks Sunday and Friday. Wednesday is leftovers, and we'll see what happens for Thursday and Saturday, but we should be fine.I'm not worried about Clinton holding up his end, he's really reliable, but I worry about holding up my end... We'll see how it works.
The GURPS group is amazing. I don't expect any of you to understand this, but it's a Stalker module. Stalker is a pretty cool game set in post-Chernobyl... uh... Chernobyl... It's a science-fiction thriller deal based off the novel Roadside Picnic (or alternately, the novel Stalker, based of the movie Stalker, based off the novel Roadside Picnic), where bizarre "phenomenon" manifest like natural traps. My favorite, and the one I always use to exemplify these phenomenon, is called a whirligig. It's a sort of gravity well that, when objects (or people) get within it's radius, draws them spiraling inward, faster and faster until they get ripped apart by the centrifugal forces. I mention this, because the group I'm playing with is HEAVILY focused on roleplay, and it brings out the contrast between the GURPS system and DnD. The long and the short of it is that I'm having a TON of fun, and I've started trying to collect our adventures in written form on my adventuring blog:
http://monitorlight.blogspot.com/
I'm up far too late at this point, so I'll call that quits.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Burial
Grandpa's going to get buried tomorrow. I didn't really know him nearly as well as I ought to have. I think that's my biggest regret.
Dad once told me a story about him, how he used to make his own bullets. He'd mix up nitroglycerin, I can't remember specifically how he'd do it, but I do remember that it had to be kept frozen so as it didn't explode. Grandpa would fill the bullet, and cap it with wax, then put the bullets in the freezer. Once they were frozen, he'd shoot them at a target taped to the wall in the basement, and the wax would hit the wall with so much force that it would leave pock-marks. I remember once when we went to his house, I checked out the basement wall, and sure enough, there were pock marks in one of the walls. I seem to recall that they were right by the stairwell, to the left as you went down the stairs.
Every so often, when I'd actually get a thank-you note out to them, I'd say I would write more. I never did.
I do remember more about him than that though. When I was little, I was going to try making a door bell for my room. I got a kit at the Harrison Ford Museum, and he and I started working on the electromagnet. He taught me how magnet wire was insulated with a thin coating of plastic that had to be scraped off. I think he tried getting me to wind the magnet neatly and tightly, so all the wrapping lined up nicely. I don't think I had nearly the patience, and I remembered the magnet degrading into a gnarled mess. I never did finish that bell. I still probably have pieces of it floating around my room.
I really wish I'd been a better person when I was little. More patient, with much more self drive. Hell, I still wish I had more self drive, and I probably always will. I have heard it said, that there would be more time travelers if it weren't for the fact that our first instinct when traveling back in time is to kick the crap out of our younger selves for being so bloody stupid. My point is that I guess I shouldn't think too much into it. I was a kid. It's not like I had the mental tools to be able to reach inside and change myself.
Grandpa would have been an incredible influence if he'd had the chance, and I need to keep working to better myself so I don't make mistakes like that again.
Dad once told me a story about him, how he used to make his own bullets. He'd mix up nitroglycerin, I can't remember specifically how he'd do it, but I do remember that it had to be kept frozen so as it didn't explode. Grandpa would fill the bullet, and cap it with wax, then put the bullets in the freezer. Once they were frozen, he'd shoot them at a target taped to the wall in the basement, and the wax would hit the wall with so much force that it would leave pock-marks. I remember once when we went to his house, I checked out the basement wall, and sure enough, there were pock marks in one of the walls. I seem to recall that they were right by the stairwell, to the left as you went down the stairs.
Every so often, when I'd actually get a thank-you note out to them, I'd say I would write more. I never did.
I do remember more about him than that though. When I was little, I was going to try making a door bell for my room. I got a kit at the Harrison Ford Museum, and he and I started working on the electromagnet. He taught me how magnet wire was insulated with a thin coating of plastic that had to be scraped off. I think he tried getting me to wind the magnet neatly and tightly, so all the wrapping lined up nicely. I don't think I had nearly the patience, and I remembered the magnet degrading into a gnarled mess. I never did finish that bell. I still probably have pieces of it floating around my room.
I really wish I'd been a better person when I was little. More patient, with much more self drive. Hell, I still wish I had more self drive, and I probably always will. I have heard it said, that there would be more time travelers if it weren't for the fact that our first instinct when traveling back in time is to kick the crap out of our younger selves for being so bloody stupid. My point is that I guess I shouldn't think too much into it. I was a kid. It's not like I had the mental tools to be able to reach inside and change myself.
Grandpa would have been an incredible influence if he'd had the chance, and I need to keep working to better myself so I don't make mistakes like that again.
Monday, October 11, 2010
In Defence of Heterogeneity
A while ago, probably a long while ago at this point, I recall reading an article, sent to me by someone, I'm no longer sure who, about how Subway switched it's official policy on how it instructs employees to lay cheese down on its sandwiches, adopting tessellation over its previous strategy which left some parts of the sandwich uncovered, and doubled up on others. I'll assume at this point that you know what I'm talking about, because I'd rather not go into a detailed description of the geometry of cheese. My thoughts on this subject gelled just this morning, for whatever reason I cannot tell, to the following conclusion: As a culture we're far more concerned with homogeneity in the products we buy than uniqueness. I won't make a big fuss over the idea, because it has been said far more thoughtfully, on more important subjects, and by better writers or orators than I, but I would like to point out; can you really notice the difference of how the cheese is lain while you are eating your sandwich? I don't think so. I'd rather keep my food heterogeneous, if only for purely aesthetic reasons.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Safari Time or A Story with Two Introductions
This evening was my birthday... according to Aeris. The original intent for my birthday, back on the 25th, was to play some epic Minecraft lan (which we did), get some pizza (which we did, but you'll hear more that of later), and head over to WSU's Nuthouse improv comedy show. I'll suspend some tension over the results of that last point (I'll also point out that this may very well be the first time I've ever celebrated my birthday in the same month, let alone on or about my day of birth). The Minecraft lan party went amazingly well. We played Minecraft, and really that's all there is to it (or, indeed, to Minecraft). So here's all of us, sitting around our various computers, focused intently on the construction of each of our parts of this truly swinging bachelor's pad, every so often lifting our heads slightly from the monitor to mumble something like: "Should we get the pizza? Anybody hungry yet?"
And this was how it went. It sounds truly invigorating and ruckus-raising, I'm sure, but this was entirely pleasing to me, and I was not just content, but genuinely happy. At some point, several hours into the 'party,' we actually called the pizza place. About an hour after that, we sent Thor to pick the pizzas up. Not too long after this, we realized that we were going to be late to Nuthouse, and Thor hadn't gotten back with the pizzas yet. So when they DID arrive, we decided that we barely had time to grab slices, and rush out the door and across campus to the theatre. When we got to the doors, we were informed that it was completely sold out. Lisa, whom we had agreed to meet at the theatre, left her seat momentarily, and informed us that it was some important weekend (either a game weekend or a parent's night or something not even half remembered), and we should have made sure to get there half an hour early. So, apologetically, we had to leave, and head back.
Not too sadly, mind you, because though it may sound unenthusing, I got to go back and play more Minecraft with my friends.
I told you that story so I could tell you this one.
This week, incidentally while everybody was sitting around the table playing GURPS, Cole, Aeris and I made to meet one of Cole's theatre friends for Nuthouse. Aeris, was disappointed that on the 25th she couldn't be here for my party, as she had to go to an event for her bird group (I call it a "bird group" as I cannot remember what it is actually called), so she pointed out that I was FINALLY getting to Nuthouse, and that this was the extended conclusion of my birthday (or something vaguely similar).
So ends, in the fashion of my long-winded, self-indulging, rants, the introduction. This next bit is the part with the REASON why I am telling you all this.
My vest almost... ALMOST, won 15 points. Not me. The vest.
Nuthouse improv was, as usual, very good. I enjoyed it immensely. I'm terrible of thinking of suggestions fast enough, so I cannot say I got many witty ones, or bad ones, or any ones used, but I can say that the suggestions that did get taken were very good, and much better than any I could think up. One of the sketches they did that I particularly liked was called something like "human puppet." The premise was that two players would each pick someone from the audience, and while the players acted out the scene to the best of their abilities, the chosen audience members would act as puppeteers for the players, moving their arms and legs and heads for every step, arm movement, etc.
Points to those who guessed why I liked this one particularly well before this point. I was sitting on the edge, up front, and I was one of the first to raise my hand. I made a bit of a funny face when the player noticed me and passed me up at first, and she chose me right after. Walking up, I figured that my black Skunkworks coat (which I was still wearing at that point) would get me hot under the lights, and I preferred to move around encumbered only by my vest, so very quickly I took my coat off and dropped it off at my chair. The MC, noticing my vest, made some sort of comment like "good choice sir! It's Safari Time!"
To say I could not let this pass does not do the situation justice. There really was no other option left to me. I returned once more to my chair, this time to fetch my remarkably awesome brown wool fedora (with a fake gator-skin hat-band, adding to the image neatly), which, walking back on stage, I donned with a flourish, to the approval of the rest of the theatre, and particularly of the players.
I cannot say much for the rest of the evening, which is, by no stretch, to say that it was not incredibly fun, just that my memory contains no specifics. The entire night was wonderful, and the sketch I participated in I performed to the best of my abilities, but with no particular skill. I worry a little, that I might have been somewhat rough with my player, but looking back I cannot see any thing I could have done differently (she was a bit unresponsive to what I was trying to do, I think). But after the sketch was done, and the points were getting produced, on a whim by the MC (as is traditional with improv comedy), one of the players suggested that fifteen points be awarded "to the vest." Sadly this was not made official, but I was... touched, I guess, by the suggestion.
I worry about my appearance to others, particularly right now. Not even my physical appearance, but how I come off to people in general. One of the things I've been thinking about changing, was my vest. It is bulky, and cumbersome and makes me look somewhat foolish, and while I do value everything in it, very few of the things I keep in it are necessary for everyday use. Envious of Cole, I sometimes think of ways I might move toward a more suave mode of dress, that would still allow me to carry a good deal of the things in my vest. Additionally, I've been feeling a number of attacks to my personality recently, nothing important, but still it makes me unhappy. But in opposition to this, it is overwhelmingly validating, and encouraging, to have something so integral to my personality and self, justified by a crowd of laughing people, and a thumbs up from one of the genius performers on stage.
And this was how it went. It sounds truly invigorating and ruckus-raising, I'm sure, but this was entirely pleasing to me, and I was not just content, but genuinely happy. At some point, several hours into the 'party,' we actually called the pizza place. About an hour after that, we sent Thor to pick the pizzas up. Not too long after this, we realized that we were going to be late to Nuthouse, and Thor hadn't gotten back with the pizzas yet. So when they DID arrive, we decided that we barely had time to grab slices, and rush out the door and across campus to the theatre. When we got to the doors, we were informed that it was completely sold out. Lisa, whom we had agreed to meet at the theatre, left her seat momentarily, and informed us that it was some important weekend (either a game weekend or a parent's night or something not even half remembered), and we should have made sure to get there half an hour early. So, apologetically, we had to leave, and head back.
Not too sadly, mind you, because though it may sound unenthusing, I got to go back and play more Minecraft with my friends.
I told you that story so I could tell you this one.
This week, incidentally while everybody was sitting around the table playing GURPS, Cole, Aeris and I made to meet one of Cole's theatre friends for Nuthouse. Aeris, was disappointed that on the 25th she couldn't be here for my party, as she had to go to an event for her bird group (I call it a "bird group" as I cannot remember what it is actually called), so she pointed out that I was FINALLY getting to Nuthouse, and that this was the extended conclusion of my birthday (or something vaguely similar).
So ends, in the fashion of my long-winded, self-indulging, rants, the introduction. This next bit is the part with the REASON why I am telling you all this.
My vest almost... ALMOST, won 15 points. Not me. The vest.
Nuthouse improv was, as usual, very good. I enjoyed it immensely. I'm terrible of thinking of suggestions fast enough, so I cannot say I got many witty ones, or bad ones, or any ones used, but I can say that the suggestions that did get taken were very good, and much better than any I could think up. One of the sketches they did that I particularly liked was called something like "human puppet." The premise was that two players would each pick someone from the audience, and while the players acted out the scene to the best of their abilities, the chosen audience members would act as puppeteers for the players, moving their arms and legs and heads for every step, arm movement, etc.
Points to those who guessed why I liked this one particularly well before this point. I was sitting on the edge, up front, and I was one of the first to raise my hand. I made a bit of a funny face when the player noticed me and passed me up at first, and she chose me right after. Walking up, I figured that my black Skunkworks coat (which I was still wearing at that point) would get me hot under the lights, and I preferred to move around encumbered only by my vest, so very quickly I took my coat off and dropped it off at my chair. The MC, noticing my vest, made some sort of comment like "good choice sir! It's Safari Time!"
To say I could not let this pass does not do the situation justice. There really was no other option left to me. I returned once more to my chair, this time to fetch my remarkably awesome brown wool fedora (with a fake gator-skin hat-band, adding to the image neatly), which, walking back on stage, I donned with a flourish, to the approval of the rest of the theatre, and particularly of the players.
I cannot say much for the rest of the evening, which is, by no stretch, to say that it was not incredibly fun, just that my memory contains no specifics. The entire night was wonderful, and the sketch I participated in I performed to the best of my abilities, but with no particular skill. I worry a little, that I might have been somewhat rough with my player, but looking back I cannot see any thing I could have done differently (she was a bit unresponsive to what I was trying to do, I think). But after the sketch was done, and the points were getting produced, on a whim by the MC (as is traditional with improv comedy), one of the players suggested that fifteen points be awarded "to the vest." Sadly this was not made official, but I was... touched, I guess, by the suggestion.
I worry about my appearance to others, particularly right now. Not even my physical appearance, but how I come off to people in general. One of the things I've been thinking about changing, was my vest. It is bulky, and cumbersome and makes me look somewhat foolish, and while I do value everything in it, very few of the things I keep in it are necessary for everyday use. Envious of Cole, I sometimes think of ways I might move toward a more suave mode of dress, that would still allow me to carry a good deal of the things in my vest. Additionally, I've been feeling a number of attacks to my personality recently, nothing important, but still it makes me unhappy. But in opposition to this, it is overwhelmingly validating, and encouraging, to have something so integral to my personality and self, justified by a crowd of laughing people, and a thumbs up from one of the genius performers on stage.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Frelling FRAK that was an awesome phail!
Just a quick update (I'm sure this'll please you mum).
I just got finished with this week's chem quiz. Last night I ACTUALLY reviewed the chapter with a friend, and we made note cards! I was SUPER prepared. Come the quiz, I realize my calculator has been sitting on my desk this ENTIRE WEEK.
So here's me, sitting in the chem 105 classroom, infamously known as "the pit," crammed next to someone who is less prepared than me (and that's without my calculator), and I have nothing, literally no resources, to draw on for this problem. So you know what I did? I buckled down and did the entire thing BY HAND. THAT'S RIGHT!
I am ridiculously proud of that. It's not that there was a TON of math, or that the math was even THAT hard, this is chem 105 we're talking about, it's all multiplication, division, addition and subtraction. That's not what I'm proud of. What I'm really proud of was the fact that given this adversity, this key system failure, I could STILL work it through and provide my level best!
Now I'm considering doing math by hand more often...
I just got finished with this week's chem quiz. Last night I ACTUALLY reviewed the chapter with a friend, and we made note cards! I was SUPER prepared. Come the quiz, I realize my calculator has been sitting on my desk this ENTIRE WEEK.
So here's me, sitting in the chem 105 classroom, infamously known as "the pit," crammed next to someone who is less prepared than me (and that's without my calculator), and I have nothing, literally no resources, to draw on for this problem. So you know what I did? I buckled down and did the entire thing BY HAND. THAT'S RIGHT!
I am ridiculously proud of that. It's not that there was a TON of math, or that the math was even THAT hard, this is chem 105 we're talking about, it's all multiplication, division, addition and subtraction. That's not what I'm proud of. What I'm really proud of was the fact that given this adversity, this key system failure, I could STILL work it through and provide my level best!
Now I'm considering doing math by hand more often...
Nerd
I have come to the conclusion that Clinton is a normal person and I am a nerd. Consider.
In his spare time he:
Plays videogames
Watches TV / browses popular internet sites (usually at the same time)
Hangs out with his girlfriend
In my spare time I:
Draw pretty pictures (recently about superhero-robots)
Play with my Arduino
Read webcomics
Clinton has a job, and is supporting himself. I am living off my parents.
Q.E.D.
Additional: I stayed up late building Sarumon's Tower in Minecraft...
My first public-server build, and one of the "admin" (not really but essentially) players started helping me out. This caused major problems, tho, because anything he laid down, I couldn't change, which is why the white hands are floating away from the face of the tower, and not set into the sides... Ridiculously cool...
Notes on what I am doing:
EWB: If I haven't explained already, stands for Engineers Without Borders, and we are working on a modified bilge pump that will be sold for very cheap to farming towns in Africa (someplace specific, but I cannot remember where). We're working on stress testing the modified pump, and producing a document that can be given to our affiliate company, Emerging World Technologies.
I just spent the last three weeks working to find somewhere we could borrow the necessary load sensors to do a... hold on. As I was saying, I was looking for somewhere to borrow the necessary load sensors to do a detailed analysis of what force was being applied to the pump during normal use. I ended up talking to two gentlemen (one professor, one technician) about the possibility of doing this. It was really awkward. I am just starting out on the team, and while enthusiastic, I really don't know much about the pump specs, what's going on, etc. The professor had actually worked with the team before, and knew more than me. I did not know this going in. Furthermore, the team really didn't see much need for what I was doing. I have a tendency for wanting to know or do more than is necessary, and we really didn't need to know EXACTLY what our force curve looked like, in order to run the pump to failure and see what breaks. So after meeting with these people, hemming and hawing through them not knowing what I needed or why I needed it (and myself knowing little more), and making a complete fool of myself (in my own mind I hope), the team decided to let it go for now, and get back to it if our initial tests deemed it necessary. Disheartening, but still...
ASME: Specifically HPPV (Human Powered Paper Vehicle). Crissy, our fearless leader, has developed some AMAZING goop for her old team, three years ago. This stuff is essentially like making a bike entirely out of resin, only without the resin. It's just glue and shredded up newspaper, and compared to the typical practice of gluing LOTS of cardboard together, it is AMAZINGLY strong AND flexible. We are currently in the INCREDIBLY envious position of testing and prodding this stuff to find out exactly what it is capable of, while developing techniques of using it. Problem 1: It may act like resin, but is uses wood glue, which needs to air dry. This caused major problems last year when, expecting the bike to dry in a few weeks, it wasn't dry months later. That was because the room we were drying it in was humid due to a busted steam pipe, and this year we've been evicted and moved into a much nicer place (we seriously have our own office, though admittedly not much else). Needing to air dry causes other interesting problems, such as finding ways to make the molds we want, while still allowing airflow. This is clearly a work in progress. Problem 2: We're missing two of our bike parts, plus the spare we made for testing. We didn't move our stuff, and some of the stuff would have been thrown out if Crissy hadn't prevented that. Sadly, during the move some key (they're all key) components were misplaced, and we need to remake them. This is the exciting part for me. Crissy and Eric have a tendency to, no offense to them, spin their wheels without some clear direction to go in. As such, last meeting, when it was decided that we would not only need to remake the parts, but would also need to acquire a not insignificant amount of new stuff in order to do so, I was the one to break down into nuts and bolts, getting them to start pricing items, deciding on a budget, and making plans to get $$ to acquire said items. I still call Crissy our fearless leader because, honestly, I would not even be doing this if it weren't for her, but I've taken on a distinctly leading role, and it excites me! WHICH REMINDS ME. On the way to last week's meeting, I ran into Heremphthfthph, and dragged him along. He needed to fulfill the same requirements for Engr 120 that brought me to the ASME in the first place, but I'm really hoping he'll start coming to meetings regularly. I think he'll find that once he gets used to the team, he'll start becoming a part of it. Everybody's a rookie when they start out.
In his spare time he:
Plays videogames
Watches TV / browses popular internet sites (usually at the same time)
Hangs out with his girlfriend
In my spare time I:
Draw pretty pictures (recently about superhero-robots)
Play with my Arduino
Read webcomics
Clinton has a job, and is supporting himself. I am living off my parents.
Q.E.D.
Additional: I stayed up late building Sarumon's Tower in Minecraft...
My first public-server build, and one of the "admin" (not really but essentially) players started helping me out. This caused major problems, tho, because anything he laid down, I couldn't change, which is why the white hands are floating away from the face of the tower, and not set into the sides... Ridiculously cool...Notes on what I am doing:
EWB: If I haven't explained already, stands for Engineers Without Borders, and we are working on a modified bilge pump that will be sold for very cheap to farming towns in Africa (someplace specific, but I cannot remember where). We're working on stress testing the modified pump, and producing a document that can be given to our affiliate company, Emerging World Technologies.
I just spent the last three weeks working to find somewhere we could borrow the necessary load sensors to do a... hold on. As I was saying, I was looking for somewhere to borrow the necessary load sensors to do a detailed analysis of what force was being applied to the pump during normal use. I ended up talking to two gentlemen (one professor, one technician) about the possibility of doing this. It was really awkward. I am just starting out on the team, and while enthusiastic, I really don't know much about the pump specs, what's going on, etc. The professor had actually worked with the team before, and knew more than me. I did not know this going in. Furthermore, the team really didn't see much need for what I was doing. I have a tendency for wanting to know or do more than is necessary, and we really didn't need to know EXACTLY what our force curve looked like, in order to run the pump to failure and see what breaks. So after meeting with these people, hemming and hawing through them not knowing what I needed or why I needed it (and myself knowing little more), and making a complete fool of myself (in my own mind I hope), the team decided to let it go for now, and get back to it if our initial tests deemed it necessary. Disheartening, but still...
ASME: Specifically HPPV (Human Powered Paper Vehicle). Crissy, our fearless leader, has developed some AMAZING goop for her old team, three years ago. This stuff is essentially like making a bike entirely out of resin, only without the resin. It's just glue and shredded up newspaper, and compared to the typical practice of gluing LOTS of cardboard together, it is AMAZINGLY strong AND flexible. We are currently in the INCREDIBLY envious position of testing and prodding this stuff to find out exactly what it is capable of, while developing techniques of using it. Problem 1: It may act like resin, but is uses wood glue, which needs to air dry. This caused major problems last year when, expecting the bike to dry in a few weeks, it wasn't dry months later. That was because the room we were drying it in was humid due to a busted steam pipe, and this year we've been evicted and moved into a much nicer place (we seriously have our own office, though admittedly not much else). Needing to air dry causes other interesting problems, such as finding ways to make the molds we want, while still allowing airflow. This is clearly a work in progress. Problem 2: We're missing two of our bike parts, plus the spare we made for testing. We didn't move our stuff, and some of the stuff would have been thrown out if Crissy hadn't prevented that. Sadly, during the move some key (they're all key) components were misplaced, and we need to remake them. This is the exciting part for me. Crissy and Eric have a tendency to, no offense to them, spin their wheels without some clear direction to go in. As such, last meeting, when it was decided that we would not only need to remake the parts, but would also need to acquire a not insignificant amount of new stuff in order to do so, I was the one to break down into nuts and bolts, getting them to start pricing items, deciding on a budget, and making plans to get $$ to acquire said items. I still call Crissy our fearless leader because, honestly, I would not even be doing this if it weren't for her, but I've taken on a distinctly leading role, and it excites me! WHICH REMINDS ME. On the way to last week's meeting, I ran into Heremphthfthph, and dragged him along. He needed to fulfill the same requirements for Engr 120 that brought me to the ASME in the first place, but I'm really hoping he'll start coming to meetings regularly. I think he'll find that once he gets used to the team, he'll start becoming a part of it. Everybody's a rookie when they start out.
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