Thursday, June 29, 2006

Picked the right professions and avocations, apparently

You scored as Verbal/Linguistic. You have highly developed auditory skills, enjoy reading and writing and telling stories, and are good at getting your point across. You learn best by saying and hearing words. People like you include poets, authors, speakers, attorneys, politicians, lecturers and teachers.















The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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Hey, baseball fans who are about my age!

Check this out. It's damn funny. It's about 9 minutes long, but rewards you in so many ways.

Game 6 of the 1986 World Series as it might have appeared on Nintendo RBI Baseball.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Hey, soccer-haters!

If you want to prove why soccer sucks, make someone sit through the second half and overtime of today's Switzerland/Ukraine match! It'll prove you right!


Anyhow, Ukraine looked awful, and they're in the quarters. Their victory is the first time my Jack Bog World Cup Bracket has been sullied, but it means my chance of my $5 50/1 bet on them to win it all is still alive. $250. Go, boring banana-clad guys! Beat Italy!

But more realistically, I'm still more stoked for my 11/2 bet on the Germans. Those were good odds after all.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

I wouldn't pay for a ticket.

But I'd watch it on TV. It sounds very, very interesting.


A movie you need to see...

The Heart of the Game.

Inspiring, in the way that only real life can be. Documentaries are the most inspiring movies in the world.

More on this later.

Friday, June 23, 2006

So, how are my World Cup predictions going?


I've picked 11 of the 16 Round Two teams. My weird lark for Saudi Arabia is every bit as foolhardy as I suggested at the time. The top three of my final four (Brazil, Netherlands, Portugal) are still around, although the way the bracket has fallen, I cannot have a Netherlands/Portugal final as predicted (although they play in Round II this weekend). My champ, Portugal, who looked so beautiful in Euro 2004, don't look so hot now. I expect the Dutch to take 'em out, which would lead to a really cool Brazil/Germany final. However, I WILL NOT ABANDON MY PRE-CUP PICKS. I am realistic, however. They look bad.

An update on the bets I placed in Vegas in April:

Trinidad and Tobago at 50-1 to win their group: There was a second in the 43rd minute of the England game where England had to clear a ball off the line when I felt pretty brilliant. But this was a lark from the word go. And you have to score to win a group.

USA at 30-1 to win it all: yeah, right.

Ukraine at 50-1 to win it all: I picked this back in April because they were the first team to qualify from Europe. They looked awful in their 4-0 loss to Spain, and not much better in beating Tunisia 1-0 today. There isn't a snowball's chance in a blast furnace that I'll see those $250 in winnings. (But I will root damn hard for them nonetheless...that's a lot of samoleans.)

Germany at 11-2 to win it all: Germany look as good as anyone right now, and they have home advantage. Woo-hoo...$27.50 in my future? Whatever would I do with it?

World Cup commentary question

Did Shep Messing take his lessons from Dick Vitale?

Man, I wish I had Univision...

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Sick & wrong on multiple levels...

A striker for Serbia & Montenegro has decided to retire. It's not his fault that he shares his name with one of the most notorious individuals of the last 20 years. But when ESPN Soccernet combines that name with an abbreviation for the country and a metaphor for retirement, the result is this hilariously sick headline:

Milosevic Hangs Up His S&M Boots

Ghana up 1-nil

I have a former student who's going to study in Ghana starting tomorrow. I'm rooting for the US, my home country, to make it...however, if Ghana wins, my student will have the experience of watching Ghana in the round of Ghana! That would be a once-in-a-lifetime thing for him.

Just looking for a silver lining...

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

You can take the boy out of Catholicism, but you can't...

I'm driving to the mall earlier today to buy some shoes.

My mind wanders a little. I head to the passing lane.

There's the motorcycle cop, waiting in the median. He points at me. He points at the curb.

I look at my spedometer. I'm going 70. The speed limit is 60.


Well, that's the way it goes. I don't speed much, but it seems like every time I do, I get caught.

There's not a lot of room to stop, so I wind up pulling over about 30 yards in front of the cop. He appears to be busy with a car back by the motorcycle...taking his license, giving him a ticket, talking to him. If I drive away, well, I'm going to the slammer.

Best just to keep him happy. I get out my license. I get out my registration, my proof of insurance. I turn off the radio. I wait patiently.

The car behind me drives away. The cop walks up to me, all friendly like.

Hey, man, how are you doing?
I'm okay.
Were you doing anything wrong?
I was going 70.
Wow. I appreciate your honesty. I was pulling over the guy behind you. Give me your license, and I'll give you a warning.

We both laughed heartily. My laugh was one of relief. His was likely one of ridicule, but hey, I'll take it.

I appreciate your honesty, he repeated as I drove away.

I passed him again on the way home...he'd moved to the other side of the median to nail south-bound cars. You can REST ASSURED I was going 60. More like 58. This'll scare me straight for a while.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Bill and me.

You scored as New Democrat. New Democrats emphasize fiscal conservatism, and have a strong preference for the free market. They believe in small-scale programs that provide targetted help to those in need, while working with the business community.

New Democrat: 90%
Old School Democrat: 85%
Green: 60%
Foreign Policy Hawk: 50%
Libertarian: 20%
Socially Conservative Republican: 15%
Pro Business Republican: 15%

What's Your Political Philosophy?
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Now I know why I voted for the guy twice. And 85% Old-school Democrat? That's why I voted for Dukakis.

Hell if I know whether the Dems will give me anyone worth a damn in two years' time though. I must confess, I'd give McCain a long, hard look, although I doubt I'd vote for him. But the question is moot: he'll never get there.

(Thanks to RealSuperGirl.)

Hypothetical question

If you had a website devoted to visiting ballparks (both major and minor league) and writing about your thoughts and experiences there, and you decided it was time to get your own URL, and the one REALLY GREAT and UNIQUE idea you had was taken by some lame-o who never updates his site, and you sort of wanted to limit yourself to a .com URL but could be talked into, what are some names you'd consider?

Monday, June 19, 2006

A new paradigm in vacation behavior

Today is the first day of vacation for me. Friday was the last day of school...and it was a good year in that it did not contain the usual June Faculty Blowup. So even though I went to a Mariners game on Saturday and hiked with my wife yesterday, today is the first day where I really get to enjoy the lack of work.

A colleague pointed out to me recently that one of the major positives about being a teacher is that when you're off, you're really off. Make no mistake--a portion of this summer will be spent planning for next year's American Lit and US Cit classes, meeting with my teaching partners, and mulling over strategies for dealing with this group of kids (I'm teaching the same 107 as juniors that I taught as sophomores), but on the whole, this is a true, complete break. Compare: When I met up with my kid sister (an attorney, international law stuff) for a baseball game in Atlanta last year, she was constantly being bugged on her Blackberry, via both email and cellphone calls from the office. And I'd bet a C-note that her inbox when she got back was unpleasant. While I certainly work as hard as any attorney during my 10 months on, I will not be bothered by my boss this summer...and there is no work accumulating back at my desk. Love this.

Anyway, I'm testing a new vacation style this year. Rather than sleeping in, I woke up at 8 AM today. I've cleaned the family room. I will work out while watching the second half of the Spain/Tunisia game (Tunisia up 1-nil! Whoa!). I will either get outdoors or write a poem every day. I will find a new web host for my baseball website. If she wants, I'll cook dinner for my baby once a week. I will minimize my daytime TV viewing...and if I view, it will be in conjunction with housecleaning or bill-paying or hanging up the blinds that have been sitting along the floorboards for two years. I have a list of 23 things I'd like to do this summer, both fun stuff and household chores, and I'll try to get to as many of them as I can.

It's new. It's different. It's a PRODUCTIVE vacation.

Superfluously helpful commentary

In today's World Cup game:

"Switzerland are wearing their red jerseys. Togo are wearing green."

Thanks. Somehow, I was able to figure that out on my own, but it's nice to have my suspicions confirmed.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

My World Cup Dark Horses the crap kicked out of them, 4-0, by Spain.

Saudi Arabia totally dominated Tunisia, but slipped up twice and were held to a 2-2 draw. They'll need at least a point against Spain to last; ideally a win, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Making predictions without real knowledge is fun. On the one hand, if I'm right, I look brilliant. If I'm wrong, well, I didn't know anything anyway, so who cares, right?

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Answer: Weeklong Nonstop Climax

Question: What would the media's reaction have been if J.J. Redick had collided with Ben Roethlisberger?

Sunday, June 11, 2006

What are you doing Wednesday night?

My wife is TiVoing AFI's Countdown of the 100 Most Inspiring Movies.

Now my opinions on inspiring movies are a matter of public record: That which sets out to inspire me will fail.

That's why my wife will Tivo this on Wednesday. She wants to watch while I make snarky comments.

I love this woman.

Anyway, I've checked out AFI's website about this. Here are their criteria for being nominated:

Movies that inspire with characters of vision and conviction who face adversity and often make a personal sacrifice for the greater good. Whether these movies end happily or not, they are ultimately triumphant – both filling audiences with hope and empowering them with the spirit of human potential.

Their list of 300 nominees actually had me laughing a few times.

First of all, it features my two least favorite movies of all time: Mr. Holland's Opus and Forrest Fucking Gump. (Do NOT get me started about the latter. All it inspires in me is rage.)

I'll admit that the list has a few pieces that inspired me: Schindler's List, The Last Temptation of Christ, and Gandhi, to name three.

But the list also features the entire Disney Inspirational Sports Movie genre: Miracle, Remember the Titans (both grossly manipulative things...they leave me with a yucky taste), The Rookie (not as bad), and The Mighty Ducks (which I haven't seen...but come on...Emilio Estevez, inspiring???).

My dad's least favorite movie of all time--a film he once called "offensive to anyone who has ever felt any emotion"--is on the list. Love Story. Apparently inspiring regurgitation is enough for the AFI. How is dying young inspiring? It's certainly not something I want to be inspired to do.

And AFI's list has some bizarre juxtapositions. Which is more inspiring, Hoosiers or Hotel Rwanda? Malcolm X or Babe? Revenge of the Nerds or The Right Stuff? All six of these are good movies in their own way, but seriously, what the hell? How can we classify these two ways of being inspired under the same category? It's hilarious.

Anyway, I'll be watching (I have to now), and I'll be snarky. After all, it's one of the things I do best.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

The NBPTS test...

I'm not allowed to tell you what's on it, but I can tell you how I think I did:

QUESTION 1: LITERARY ANALYSIS. I had to analyze a poem and its literary devices. I think I nailed it.


QUESTION 3: TEACHING READING. I do believe I properly identified a student misconception in reading, and have a strategy to address that misconception. I expected this one to be harder for me, but I think I did well with it. In fact, it might well be another nail.

QUESTION 4: LANGUAGE STUDY. This is where things started to go a little southward, in part due to fatigue, and in part due to the fact that this was my least comfortable question. I studied for it, I identified the lowest-level error in the student's oral and written work, and I suggested some (fairly lame, I'm afraid) techniques for dealing with it.

QUESTION 5: ANALYSIS OF WRITING. I thought this would be easy, but much to my chagrin, it was difficult. This is the exercise that deals with a prose piece's "audience and purpose," and to talk about how the style demonstrates each. I was able to do one of those two very, very well, but was very weak in the other...perfunctory in some places. I wonder how they'll handle that?

QUESTION 6: TEACHING WRITING. Another fairly tough one. I had no problem figuring out what I wanted the kid to work on, and I had a strategy for how to teach it, but in retrospect, I wonder if I communicated that strategy well enough, or if it was too old-school a strategy. Borderline, but probably falling against me.

On the whole: I feel rock-solid about the first three. There's a chance that I totally tanked on #4, because I may not have known what the hell I was talking about--I basically just did some internet research and tried to show that research. #5 and #6 I'm less sure about.

This adds up to 40% of my overall score (6.67% each). My portfolio counts for the other 60%. I think my portfolio--which so dominated my life until March--was strong enough that, when combined with what I think will be solid scores on #s 1-3, will be enough that I won't have to bother with a retake. Nevertheless, your prayers and good vibes are appreciated.

Man, do I love the World Cup.

My big exam starts in an hour and a half. I leave in about a half hour. I'm nervous, yeah, but I'm not really thinking about it because I'm so into the Sweden/Trinidad and Tobago game. I threw $5 at Trinidad to win its group. I'm a little more likely to be struck by lightning than that. But we're 65 minutes into a goalless draw. Trinidad's even down a man, but still hanging in there. Loads of saves from their stud backup goalkeeper, Shaka Hislop.

Thank goodness I'm doing this instead of stewing and building up nerves.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Star Wars post...

I won't bother. I've taught this one a couple of times...I can pull it off.

But I can ask for help anyway.

What are your favorite visual moments in Luke's journey?

Movie Discussion Club Post #6: -Do The Right Thing-

NOTE: For an explanation of what I'm doing here, and what I'd like you all to do, please read this.

I haven't seen this one all the way through since I first saw it in January of 1990. It's damn good. Maybe a litle better than I thought it was originally, which is saying something.

It's deep and rich enough that I won't be able to do well with it in 12 minutes. The good news is that there's so much of it that, if the NBPTS post deals with racial themes or even identity themes, I'll be able to pick out a slice from Sal's Pizzeria and serve it up.

Anyhow, this will be a little broad and vague.


When Mookie throws the trash can through the window of Sal's Pizzeria at the climax of Spike Lee's Do The Right Thing, it culminates a struggle he has quietly, internally considered throughout the movie. As tempers boil over on a hot, muggy New York evening, Mookie has decided that, in the reality of racial relations in 1980s New York City, he needs to side with his African-American friends over his White friends. In the process, he speaks for the movie, saying that the greats from race relations of our past would not tolerate the situation in 1980s and would fight back.

Other than the customers at Sal's Pizzeria, Mookie is the only character in the movie who has regular, sometimes positive contact with White people. He doesn't get along with the openly racist older brother Pino, but is close with Vito, Sal's younger brother, and gets along with Sal well enough that he has held his job for a while. But in Brooklyn of 1988, it's a difficult role to play. Lee symbolizes this by having Mookie wear a Jackie Robinson jersey for the first half of the movie. Like Robinson, Mookie is trying to get along in a White, often racist workplace. For the second half of the movie, Mookie changes into a Sal's Pizzeria softball jersey, symbolizing that he is playing for the white team.

This symbolism makes Mookie's choice to throw the trash can all the more surprising. Mookie doesn't appear enraged when he throws it: he appears to have made a reasoned decision. Mostly, his mind changes when he has a discussion with his sister Jade. Sal flirts with Jade when she's in the restaurant, and Mookie wants her to stop coming to the restaurant because of this. He has this discussion with her in front of graffiti which reads "Tawanna told the truth," a reference to a victim of an ugly alleged interracial rape at the time, putting the viewer in the mind of Mookie's fears.

The ironically-named Smiley is critical to the meaning of the film. Smiley is a sad, stuttering wanderer, who pops into the picture periodically selling pictures of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King. When he is turned away by an angry Vito, shouting angry racist points at him, he switches from saying "M-M-M-Malcolm" and "M-M-M-Martin" to saying "F-F-F..." and cussing at Vito. Since Smiley represents what X and King would think of the situation, it's not surprising to find him at the center of the riots. When he places the photo of King and X on the wall of the burning building, it provides a stunning visual climax to the film. The camera shows Smiley with a burning halo-like flame behind his head, and, for the first time in the film, actually smiling, as though X and King provide their sanction for th rioting. It appears that, according to Lee, in the eyes of our past civil rights leaders, to fight back is to "do the right thing."


Ick. What do you see?

LATER TONIGHT: The last installment of the series. -Star Wars.-

Another one bites the dust

Plagiarism is rampant in this nation.


My Pleasantville essay, which has been up here for about a week and a half, has just received another hit from a search from an exact sentence in it.

In other words, another teacher getting a student.

Damn. It's really bad.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

NBPTS Movie Discussion Post #5: -Rebel Without a Cause-

NOTE: For an explanation of what I'm doing here, and what I'd like you all to do, please read this.

I'd never seen this movie before, but it's simple enough that I feel confident writing about it here. However, I'd like those of you who know the film better to chip in. And, as always, critique what I have to say. Does it make sense?

If I write about this film, it'll be in reference to the "universal theme" of generational battles. As per usual, I will limit myself to twelve minutes of writing.


When writer and director Nicholas Ray made -Rebel Without a Cause- in 1955, he created a sheep in wolf's clothing. While the disaffected teens are celebrated, perhaps to the dismay of some of the more conservative elements of the 1950s audience, their desire is not so much to rebel as to have a careful, loving, traditional family.

When Jim, the James Dean character, finds himself in trouble in yet another new town, he does not turn inward or to peers in an attempt to solve his problems. He turns to his parents. However, his overbearing mother and ineffectual father are not what he wants in mind. He wants his father to be a traditional 1950s male--to stand up for himself and to stand up to his mother. He's looking for his father to teach him how to "be a man" in a traditional fashion. Ray's directorial choices make it abundantly clear that Jim's quest for a "real man" as a father is an uphill battle at best and hopeless at worst. In one critical scene, Jim's father is shown wearing an apron and cleaning up after the messes of his wife, even as his son begs him not to clean. In another critical scene, Ray stages an argument such that Jim tries to run upstairs, only to have his mother block the way. His father, meanwhile, sits meekly at the foot of the stairs. The height mimics the power: the mother dominates the family while the father is at the bottom of the totem pole. When Jim physically grabs his father and urges him to "stand up," the metaphor couldn't be clearer; and when Jim's father does not stand up, critically, that is the moment that Jim runs out of the house.

While Jim's father lacks the traditional masculinity Jim wants to see, Judy's father has, if anything, the opposite problem: he is absent emotionally. Judy wants to be kissed and held like she was as a little girl, even sitting on her father's lap looking for attention. When her father ignores, then berates, then strikes her, it becomes clear that she will not get what she wants from him. That's the moment she decides to leave. Meanwhile, Plato's story is even more direct. His parents are quite literally absent, and he is raised by his housekeeper.

All three teenagers leave home to seek what they're missing. They do not feel like they are being listened to, and their desires are all simple: a simple, traditional 1950s family. Plato refers to Jim as a father figure, and suggests that maybe they could go hunting and fishing together. He believes Jim will not become impatient with him as his father didn't. Judy, it is suggested, becomes sexually promiscuous, being as physically intimate with her boyfriend, Buzz, as 1950s film will allow. When Buzz dies after being trapped in his car during a game of chicken, she immediately moves on to Jim. Both boys give her physical affection that her father will not. Jim, meanwhile, finds the one adult in the whole movie who will listen: Ray. While his dad's listening is ineffective, Ray listens and talks to Jim at both the beginning and the end of the film. In the rough and tumble world of disaffected teens, all three find what they want, at least for a while. While Plato dies--perhaps suggesting that one cannot replace an absent father--and while Judy's future with her family is unclear, Jim's father says to Jim at the tragic end of the film: "I'll stand up with you." At the end of the film, Jim finally has the father he wants. His tragedies and two deaths could have been avoided if his father had either been more masculine or listened to him earlier in the film like the policeman Ray did.


Okay. 13 minutes...and it doesn't quite feel right. Does this work for you?

Don't Plagiarize or A Morality Play Starring My Blog

Last night, I noticed my blog had had a strange hit. Someone from Weehawken, New Jersey had accessed my Pleasantville NBPTS practice essay through a Google search on "main theme of the movie Pleasantville".

That search smells. Smells BAD.

It was 11:00 PM on the East Coast. That's late. And it's a school night.

Somebody needed an essay. And they found mine.

I knew right away it was probably a plagiarist. I said as much last night. In fact, I threatened to head out to "bitch slap" anyone plagiarizing me.

And what do you know.

Today I had a hit off of a Google from Camden, New Jersey, on the following unusual search terms:

"the writer and director of Pleasantville, Gary Ross, creates a place that mimics"

Strange search, eh?

It's the first eleven words of my essay.

It's bloody obvious that the search from last night was a New Jersey plagiarist student, and the search from today was the professor/teacher busting the student.

I've been plagiarized!

To the student: You stupid, stupid person. You richly deserve whatever consequences you a bitch slap from me. And you'd be lucky with the bitch slap. Haven't you heard of Laura K. Krishna? If not, you'd better study her...

To the teacher/professor: First of all, nice going.

Second of all, is it possible you could require this kid to post an apology to me on my blog as a part of whatever consequences you provide? Thanks.

I guess it's a sign I've gotten somewhere as a writer if I've been plagiarized...

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Suddenly a popular dude...

I'm getting way more hits than usual the past few days...and for four reasons:

1. The usual folks in search of WNBA players' sexualities. Sorry, but I can't help you.

2. A large number of folks who want to know the longest word that can be typed with only the left hand. Well, that I can help you with.

3. Many, many searches for World Cup Predictions. Yup, I've picked whatever game you're handicapping. But if you lay down even a dollar (or, more likely based on the searches I'm seeing, a Euro) on anything based on my picks, you're dumber than you look.

(But when I told Jack Bog my finals picks, I was roundly ridiculed by his readers/commenters. Whatever. My picks will ALWAYS be better than your candy-ass lack-of-picks.)

4. Many searches similar to "Pleasantville main themes" or "Dr. Strangelove themes," mostly from colleges. Kiddoes, if you plagiarize my essays, may you shrivel up and die. And if you don't, may I find out you've plagiarized me. I'll head out and bitch-slap you myself.

Oh...and somebody reached me via this troubling search (don't click at work). (My response if it's a request: No you may not. And if it's an offer, no, I don't want to.)

Anyhow, people love their sex, sports, movies, and left-handed typing. The three have made me the (relatively more) life of the party these days.

NBPTS movie stuff...

I take my test on Saturday. Friday night is studying then. This means I have tomorrow and Thursday nights to finish off the studying. Tomorrow I'll finish Rebel Without a Cause and watch Do the Right Thing. There will be 12-minute essays!

Thursday, I think I'll refresh my memory on Star Wars. I also think I need to refresh my memory on Hoop Dreams and Quiz Show. I may just watch a few scenes to remember names, etc. Again...there will be quick essays.

Then it's a matter of cramming a little ELL information, getting my mind together on how to communicate proper teaching of reading and writing, and getting a good night's sleep on Friday after graduation.

Come Sunday, it'll be all right. I'll start stressing again in October a couple of weeks before the damn scores come out.

Mariners tonight...

The Mariners have gotten past their aversion to winning in my presence and have pulled off three straight with me in the ballpark. Tonight's was especially cool. I happened upon two very generous gifts (about $75 each) of Mariners' gift cards over the for Christmas, one for a favor I did. Rather than spending the $150 over four of five games, we decided to blow it all on one big night. Thus, we wound up in the tenth row between home plate and the M's dugout tonight.

It was a great night to be there...gorgeous weather, and Felix Hernandez (my non-sexual man-crush) pitching against fellow young stud Francisco Liriano.

Some observations:

The Mariners actually looked good. I'm not going to let myself get deluded into thinking there's a future with this squad--we're buckling too heavily under the contracts of Sexson and Beltre for this to work out. But it's fun to watch our solid infield defense, and Ichiro, Jose Lopez, and Kenji Johjima at the plate.

Quoth my wife today: "This isn't saying much, but Adrian Beltre looks better in person than he does in photographs."

Home plate umpire Larry Poncino called a great game...but I think he might need to see someone to improve his hair at least a little bit.

I sat next to a tourist from Japan. I asked him what ballpark I should visit if I visit Japan. He suggested the Tokyo Dome.

I love hearing a barely-English-speaker sing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" phonetically and with gusto.

The stuff you learn from the scoreboard: Ichiro's favorite movie is Miss Congeniality. Of all the movies in history, he picked that as #1. Wow. My wife had an explanation: "If English is your second language, Miss Congeniality is a movie that's easy to understand and maintains its humor." My response: "There are a few movies in Japanese he could understand. And I think, given a choice between Miss Congeniality and Ran, I might just say Ran just noses Miss Congeniality out as the better movie.

Eddie Guardado is awful. I greet his appearances with nothing but dread.

The Twins' Jesse Crain's ERA entering this 6/6/06 game: 6.66. What's it all mean?

Apparently M's manager Mike Hargrove did not want his photo printed on my blog:

And, the way the M's are 6 under .500 with an $80-90 million dollare payroll, can you blame him?

Sunday, June 04, 2006

"I'm not sure of anything he's done, but I like that he's religious — that's really important."

I'll grant that this article in today's New York Times isn't exactly down the middle. But it shows that among Bush's supporters in Utah (one of only 2 states where a majority still view him favorably)...well, there's not a hell of a lot of thought as to why.