Finally, a couple of days off of work...
I spent most of yesterday cleaning my apartment and the dog, after grabbing a quick lunch and CD-shopping trip with Jonathan. (I didn't buy anything!) And a lot of time downloadng music off of Limewire.
I'm starting to think that I'm NEVER going to have DSL. Earthlink and Bellsouth still haven't solved the problems. No DSL signal is getting to my house. Ugh. And Earthlink charged me for my first month of DSL service. Although, I do have to give them props for the fact that after I bitched nicely in an email to them about this, they credited back the entire month to me. Nice gesture. Now if only the tech support people would follow up with me like they keep saying they will.
I get really irritated at the people who decide to download music from me while I'm downloading music. I'm like, "hello, i'm on a modem... it's gonna take you for forever..." But, I let them do it...
I think i'm officially getting old now. This past Sunday's New York Times had a big article about the 80s revival and all the new electro bands that are just bubbling under on the music scene. They even had a side article about Fischerspooner. My second favorite band right now just from the one song I've heard.
My favorite is still The Hives. Even more so after seeing their video on MTV2 last nite. OMG. I want the lead singer. Badly. What a hottie. And he's all angry and screamy. Dreamy.
I also finally saw the video for We Are All Made of Stars last nite. What a cool video. Loved all the little cameos. And I still think that the song is the bomb-diggity.
Today's agenda includes a trip to Baton Rouge to shop at Target. Sad, huh? I can't wait for the New Orleans Targets to open already.
It sounds like the workmen who are rebuilding the balcony on the building next door are about to have a smackdown... so it's time for me to go watch through the window...
Wednesday, May 08, 2002
Monday, May 06, 2002
Karma...
So, all weekend... i get the "manager to cashwrap" or "manager to Info" calls over the intercom. And repeatedly get bitched out by insane people who are upset over stupid things. Not one single valid complaint.
So, tonite... i get one of those calls to cashwrap... and this crazy lady launches into a tirade about how upset she was that the bookseller walked her to a book and handed it to her after she asked about it. Evidently, we must think she's stupid and incapable of finding a book herself. *sigh* She bitches. And bitches. And bitches. Loudly. In front of a line of customers.
And then one of the customers, a man about her age, comes towards us. I'm thinking that her husband wants a piece of me too. And then the man turns to her and says, "maybe if you weren't so rude and loud, you'd get better service."
Heh. She was SO not happy about that. And then she leaves.
And every single customer in line apologizes to us for having to deal with such a rude person. It's as though they feel that they need to take up for us. The very next guy to come up even puts his hand out and makes me shake it and says, "you people are always really nice and really helpful and I appreciate it."
A very good end to an icky weekend at work...
So, all weekend... i get the "manager to cashwrap" or "manager to Info" calls over the intercom. And repeatedly get bitched out by insane people who are upset over stupid things. Not one single valid complaint.
So, tonite... i get one of those calls to cashwrap... and this crazy lady launches into a tirade about how upset she was that the bookseller walked her to a book and handed it to her after she asked about it. Evidently, we must think she's stupid and incapable of finding a book herself. *sigh* She bitches. And bitches. And bitches. Loudly. In front of a line of customers.
And then one of the customers, a man about her age, comes towards us. I'm thinking that her husband wants a piece of me too. And then the man turns to her and says, "maybe if you weren't so rude and loud, you'd get better service."
Heh. She was SO not happy about that. And then she leaves.
And every single customer in line apologizes to us for having to deal with such a rude person. It's as though they feel that they need to take up for us. The very next guy to come up even puts his hand out and makes me shake it and says, "you people are always really nice and really helpful and I appreciate it."
A very good end to an icky weekend at work...
Saturday, May 04, 2002
I had about the crappiest nite possible at work tonite and I was about to write that i could really use a couple of nice emails or virtual hugs, and then I decided to quickly read a couple of my favorite blogs. The first one I hit was this one.
Sometimes someone or something out there is paying attention...
The virtual hugs are still welcome tho...
Sometimes someone or something out there is paying attention...
The virtual hugs are still welcome tho...
Friday, May 03, 2002
Wednesday, May 01, 2002
This article infuriates me.
The sheer size of this man's ego is unbelievable.
It's not a good thing that he evidently was not treated with the respect and care that he deserved to have given him. But...
Gee, I hope that made him feel big and safe in his superior intelligence. And I guess it's a good thing I have Spellcheck...
Gee, does the man realize that 99% of the people that he works with at Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge are residents of Baton Rouge? As are most of the students he teaches? This should make him quite popular. I guess it's a good thing he commutes from New Orleans. Since he chooses to reside here, I would assume that we're a much smarter town.
I'm not personally a big fan of the Harry Potter books, but I do realize that they are children's literature. And generally the purchase of children's literature and the encouragement of children to read are a good thing. Those children grow up to be adults who purchase adult literature. I'm thinking that not many of them will grow up to want to purchase his literature though. Nor would they be his desired audience, I would suppose.
Oh really? Gee, I never would have guessed that it was personal. The rational and logical tone of the article disguise that ever so well.
Gosh. The power of this man. Because staff members at one store in a chain that blankets the country have offended him, the entire chain will most likely be out of business soon. It might make good sense for the financially minded of you out there to pay close attention to the minutiae of this man's life. (Gee, that was a big word for an illiterate like me to have used, huh?)
According to the author's website, hyperlinked at the top of the article, it's also available at Amazon.com. That small independent vendor of books on the Web... I would suggest however waiting six months or so. Most of his previous novels have been quickly available in remainder and bargain sections because the publisher has had to sell of the large volume of stock that they weren't able to sell to bookstores, chain or independent.
Mr Codrescu, writing in anger isn't a good idea... you'd think an essayist of your supposed stature would know this...
However, believe me when I say that i will celebrate the day that i find out that your agent isn't able to interest a major publisher in your next work of fiction because of the poor sales of your previous works.
The sheer size of this man's ego is unbelievable.
It's not a good thing that he evidently was not treated with the respect and care that he deserved to have given him. But...
Being illiterate is the only qualification for getting a job at a chain bookstore in most places
Gee, I hope that made him feel big and safe in his superior intelligence. And I guess it's a good thing I have Spellcheck...
but in Baton Rouge they've added indolence and dim wits. It's not much of a reading town, so the locals seem content to get their Harry Potters and Idiot Guides there.
Gee, does the man realize that 99% of the people that he works with at Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge are residents of Baton Rouge? As are most of the students he teaches? This should make him quite popular. I guess it's a good thing he commutes from New Orleans. Since he chooses to reside here, I would assume that we're a much smarter town.
I'm not personally a big fan of the Harry Potter books, but I do realize that they are children's literature. And generally the purchase of children's literature and the encouragement of children to read are a good thing. Those children grow up to be adults who purchase adult literature. I'm thinking that not many of them will grow up to want to purchase his literature though. Nor would they be his desired audience, I would suppose.
However, this is personal.
Oh really? Gee, I never would have guessed that it was personal. The rational and logical tone of the article disguise that ever so well.
My prediction: Barnes & Noble is going down. Sell your stock.
Gosh. The power of this man. Because staff members at one store in a chain that blankets the country have offended him, the entire chain will most likely be out of business soon. It might make good sense for the financially minded of you out there to pay close attention to the minutiae of this man's life. (Gee, that was a big word for an illiterate like me to have used, huh?)
The book not read by Andrei Codrescu at Barnes & Noble is Casanova in Bohemia, available at independent bookstores.
According to the author's website, hyperlinked at the top of the article, it's also available at Amazon.com. That small independent vendor of books on the Web... I would suggest however waiting six months or so. Most of his previous novels have been quickly available in remainder and bargain sections because the publisher has had to sell of the large volume of stock that they weren't able to sell to bookstores, chain or independent.
Mr Codrescu, writing in anger isn't a good idea... you'd think an essayist of your supposed stature would know this...
However, believe me when I say that i will celebrate the day that i find out that your agent isn't able to interest a major publisher in your next work of fiction because of the poor sales of your previous works.
Not a whole lot going on in my life about now... my doggie seems to be a bit sickly but we're going to the Vet tomorrow morning to see about that. She's sort of drooping and maybe limping a bit. And she ate a bunch of grass and then threw it up. Lovely. At least she threw it up outside.
I went, a bit late in the game, to see Blade 2 today. Ho hum. Pretty pictures, boring story. Why oh why didn't I go see Resident Evil before it went away.... grrrr...
It's new comic book day but I can't really get myself psyched up to go the comic book store. Even though Ultimates came out today... damned fine book...
I found the new Batman Animated 4-pack of action figures at Toys R Us a couple days ago. Very very cool. It has Ra's al Ghul in his proper suit, tie & cape outfit alongside a figure of his daughter, Talia. Oh, and Batman and Robin. Now I just have to wait the months before the other 4 packs with the Penguin and Scarface & the Ventriloquist come out... Yep... geek... i'm a geek...
I haven't been reading at ALL lately. And that's bad. But, Amazon.UK just emailed me to tell me that they've shipped a book I preordered. Whoo hoo. It's called The Standing Dead and it's by a Scottish guy, Ricardo Pinto. His first book The Chosen was one of my favorites a few years ago. He's one of those rare fantasy writers that I don't loathe. Usually, I'm quite adverse to the entire fantasy genre. Books with little magical people bore me.
I went, a bit late in the game, to see Blade 2 today. Ho hum. Pretty pictures, boring story. Why oh why didn't I go see Resident Evil before it went away.... grrrr...
It's new comic book day but I can't really get myself psyched up to go the comic book store. Even though Ultimates came out today... damned fine book...
I found the new Batman Animated 4-pack of action figures at Toys R Us a couple days ago. Very very cool. It has Ra's al Ghul in his proper suit, tie & cape outfit alongside a figure of his daughter, Talia. Oh, and Batman and Robin. Now I just have to wait the months before the other 4 packs with the Penguin and Scarface & the Ventriloquist come out... Yep... geek... i'm a geek...
I haven't been reading at ALL lately. And that's bad. But, Amazon.UK just emailed me to tell me that they've shipped a book I preordered. Whoo hoo. It's called The Standing Dead and it's by a Scottish guy, Ricardo Pinto. His first book The Chosen was one of my favorites a few years ago. He's one of those rare fantasy writers that I don't loathe. Usually, I'm quite adverse to the entire fantasy genre. Books with little magical people bore me.
Monday, April 29, 2002
I just finished up the best weekend I've had in ages and ages.
It started Thursday nite with the great dinner with Beau and his friend Dean. And continued into Friday nite, when I got a call from Beau, who was in the French Quarter, "you've got to come out, the moon is beautiful, the crowd is just right, it's a great nite, come out." So, I went out, convincing Jonathan to meet us out. I knew that it would be an interesting nite simply because Jonathan and Beau had each earlier expressed some interest in the other.
So, I take the streetcar to the Quarter, listening to my iPod along the way, the song "Weekend" by Black Eyed Peas and Esthero being my mantra for a fun nite. I meet Beau at Good Friends for a stoli cosmopolitan, which turns rapidly into two. He's in jeans, a tight striped tank top and some cute Jon Fluevog (sp???) shoes and he's bouncing off the walls. We meander to Lafitte's and Jonathan shows up a bit after that.
Quick side note... how did we ever manage to find our friends out in the Quarter before the mass use of cellphones?
So, an odd thing happens. They both sort of shut down around the other. Beau folds his hands under his arms and gets much quieter. Jonathan begins to studiously stare at the designs that the smoke from his cigarettes is making in the air. It was all a bit fun to watch actually. Even the really cute boys get intimidated and don't really know how to deal with liking or not liking someone. And a bit of both of these was going on.
Regardless, it was a fun evening for me. We drink a lot, run from bar to bar, dance a little, go home around 4 am.
Saturday, I wake up late, lay out in the yard and catch some sun. Beau calls from the Country Club, a bar in the Bywater, which has a pool. I think about going to meet him, but decide i'm much too lazy.
Robert, who I haven't seen in quite a while, calls and says he's gonna be in my neighborhood and would like to stop by and say hi. I say sure. In the meantime, Jonathan calls and we decide to head to the Quarter to walk around and shop. Now, Robert and Jonathan, the first nite I introduced them turned into the dancefloor makeout artists, spoke on the phone a couple times and nothing ever came of it. So, this could be interesting if they both stop by at the same time.
They do.
And Robert is all, "I need to apologize to him" right before Jonathan arrives. And I'm all, "yeah, you do, i'm not doing it for you."
So, the flirtation starts again pretty much immediately. And Robert winds up shopping with us. It's a mostly music shopping trip, with clothes and pralines thrown in on the side. I score a used copy of St. Etiennne's Japanese only CD The Continental for only $13.
We decide we're hungry and head to the newly hopping Frenchmen Street in the Marigny and eat at Old Dog, New Trick, a really yummy vegetarian restaurant. Then home again. Then out again.
I get home and want to do nothing but crash, but Jonathan calls and informs me that he's coming to pick me up and I'm going out. So, I go. And Jonathan's insane stepsister comes with us, informing me immediately that the nite is all about her.
Yay. Oh joy. We shall now refer to her as Moodswing Girl.
See Moodswing Girl be happy cuz she's meeting her sisters at a horrible Bourbon St straight bar. See Moodswing Girl turn dark and scary when her sisters (wisely) leave before she arrives. See Moodswing Girl's lights turn back on at the briefest of attention from gay boys. See Moodswing Girl stare down at us alone on the balcony above the dancefloor as we dance. See Moodswing Girl inform us that we're going home.
Between all of this, a lot of fun is had. Lafitte's plays some excellent music along with videos on their big flatscreen TVs. I flirt across the bar with a cute boy of indeterminate ethnic background. I have fun dancing at Oz! We stand on the street and laugh at the freaks and the sunburned Jazzfest people.
Nice nite.
Sunday, I get up late, get more sun and read comic books. Then i decide to go shopping on the Westbank. I wind up in Marerro, because they have a Toys R Us. Jonathan lives in Marerro, so I call him. And wind up visiting him at his family's house. Which was quite nice. Then dinner at Louisiana Pizza Kitchen. Artichoke ravioli. Yum.
A FUCKING great weekend. Friends are good things. And I seem to have a few good ones of late.
It started Thursday nite with the great dinner with Beau and his friend Dean. And continued into Friday nite, when I got a call from Beau, who was in the French Quarter, "you've got to come out, the moon is beautiful, the crowd is just right, it's a great nite, come out." So, I went out, convincing Jonathan to meet us out. I knew that it would be an interesting nite simply because Jonathan and Beau had each earlier expressed some interest in the other.
So, I take the streetcar to the Quarter, listening to my iPod along the way, the song "Weekend" by Black Eyed Peas and Esthero being my mantra for a fun nite. I meet Beau at Good Friends for a stoli cosmopolitan, which turns rapidly into two. He's in jeans, a tight striped tank top and some cute Jon Fluevog (sp???) shoes and he's bouncing off the walls. We meander to Lafitte's and Jonathan shows up a bit after that.
Quick side note... how did we ever manage to find our friends out in the Quarter before the mass use of cellphones?
So, an odd thing happens. They both sort of shut down around the other. Beau folds his hands under his arms and gets much quieter. Jonathan begins to studiously stare at the designs that the smoke from his cigarettes is making in the air. It was all a bit fun to watch actually. Even the really cute boys get intimidated and don't really know how to deal with liking or not liking someone. And a bit of both of these was going on.
Regardless, it was a fun evening for me. We drink a lot, run from bar to bar, dance a little, go home around 4 am.
Saturday, I wake up late, lay out in the yard and catch some sun. Beau calls from the Country Club, a bar in the Bywater, which has a pool. I think about going to meet him, but decide i'm much too lazy.
Robert, who I haven't seen in quite a while, calls and says he's gonna be in my neighborhood and would like to stop by and say hi. I say sure. In the meantime, Jonathan calls and we decide to head to the Quarter to walk around and shop. Now, Robert and Jonathan, the first nite I introduced them turned into the dancefloor makeout artists, spoke on the phone a couple times and nothing ever came of it. So, this could be interesting if they both stop by at the same time.
They do.
And Robert is all, "I need to apologize to him" right before Jonathan arrives. And I'm all, "yeah, you do, i'm not doing it for you."
So, the flirtation starts again pretty much immediately. And Robert winds up shopping with us. It's a mostly music shopping trip, with clothes and pralines thrown in on the side. I score a used copy of St. Etiennne's Japanese only CD The Continental for only $13.
We decide we're hungry and head to the newly hopping Frenchmen Street in the Marigny and eat at Old Dog, New Trick, a really yummy vegetarian restaurant. Then home again. Then out again.
I get home and want to do nothing but crash, but Jonathan calls and informs me that he's coming to pick me up and I'm going out. So, I go. And Jonathan's insane stepsister comes with us, informing me immediately that the nite is all about her.
Yay. Oh joy. We shall now refer to her as Moodswing Girl.
See Moodswing Girl be happy cuz she's meeting her sisters at a horrible Bourbon St straight bar. See Moodswing Girl turn dark and scary when her sisters (wisely) leave before she arrives. See Moodswing Girl's lights turn back on at the briefest of attention from gay boys. See Moodswing Girl stare down at us alone on the balcony above the dancefloor as we dance. See Moodswing Girl inform us that we're going home.
Between all of this, a lot of fun is had. Lafitte's plays some excellent music along with videos on their big flatscreen TVs. I flirt across the bar with a cute boy of indeterminate ethnic background. I have fun dancing at Oz! We stand on the street and laugh at the freaks and the sunburned Jazzfest people.
Nice nite.
Sunday, I get up late, get more sun and read comic books. Then i decide to go shopping on the Westbank. I wind up in Marerro, because they have a Toys R Us. Jonathan lives in Marerro, so I call him. And wind up visiting him at his family's house. Which was quite nice. Then dinner at Louisiana Pizza Kitchen. Artichoke ravioli. Yum.
A FUCKING great weekend. Friends are good things. And I seem to have a few good ones of late.
Sunday, April 28, 2002
August 2
August 2
August 2
signs
signs
signs
screw Spiderman, screw Star Wars... it's ALL about signs...
August 2
August 2
signs
signs
signs
screw Spiderman, screw Star Wars... it's ALL about signs...
Friday, April 26, 2002
I've been a BAD blogger.
The last couple of days have been a bit blurry. Working and playing. Last nite, I went to dinner with Beau and a friend of his whose name I've forgotten (sheesh) to commemorate the one year anniversary of Beau's 'divorce.' He figured it was better to be out with friends than stewing at home. We went to K-Paul's in the Quarter, Paul Prudhomme's restaurant. You know... the enormous celebrity chef... enormous in size, that is.
The food and atmosphere were both much better than i expected for what most locals regard as a high-end tourist stop. And the company sparkled as well. A really nice evening.
I've been ripping CDs like a madman... i think i'm up to 3 gig on my hardrive/iPod already, with more to go.
I'm off in a bit to spend some time in the Quarter again, with Beau and hopefully Jon Jon. Should be fun, Jazzfest attendees abounding and a big bright moon...
The last couple of days have been a bit blurry. Working and playing. Last nite, I went to dinner with Beau and a friend of his whose name I've forgotten (sheesh) to commemorate the one year anniversary of Beau's 'divorce.' He figured it was better to be out with friends than stewing at home. We went to K-Paul's in the Quarter, Paul Prudhomme's restaurant. You know... the enormous celebrity chef... enormous in size, that is.
The food and atmosphere were both much better than i expected for what most locals regard as a high-end tourist stop. And the company sparkled as well. A really nice evening.
I've been ripping CDs like a madman... i think i'm up to 3 gig on my hardrive/iPod already, with more to go.
I'm off in a bit to spend some time in the Quarter again, with Beau and hopefully Jon Jon. Should be fun, Jazzfest attendees abounding and a big bright moon...
Wednesday, April 24, 2002
Okey doke... after almost pushing myself off the edge of sanity by staying up for hours on end with the new computer, ripping CDs, downloading music, etc... i finally got some sleep last nite and made myself spend a great portion of my day off today away from the computer...
the result being a saner, happier, tanner Drew...
I got up a bit late today, downloaded a tune, updated the iPod a bit and then sensibly decided to head to the French Quarter for the afternoon. Listening to my iPod along the way changes everything. I can totally set the tempo and mood for my day by the music i listen to. And that's a good thing.
I spent a large portion of the afternoon at Tower and Virgin browsing CDs. I only bought one CD, a compilation called American Gigolo, which has some amazing electro singles on it. Oh, and a $6 used copy of the soundtrack to Velvet Goldmine at another place.
I ran into another Baton Rouge expatriot, Andy, at Tower while checking out. And wound up going back to Virgin with him to browse DVDs. And we spent almost two hours doing that. And it was a blast. Afterwards, I walked further into the Quarter with him and we had coffee at CC's. I owe Andy a huge debt because he totally knocked me out of the funk I've been in lately. I had a really terrific time hanging out with him.
Then I took a streetcar home and spent a little more time downloading Moby's new single, which I hadn't heard yet. I worry that his new CD may not be that popular. I don't know if this single will attract that many people. Before you rush to think that I don't like it... i think it's fucking brilliant. But, I don't know about everyone else.... it's reminds me of Bowie at his peak. Totally fucking brilliant. This is so gonna be my favorite song for a while.
Then my friend Jonathan called to see what was up in my world. I was going to go see a late show of Resident Evil, but he asked me to go to the Balcony Bar on Magazine with him instead. And I did. And it was fun. A medium sized group of his PJ's (coffee shop) coworkers were there. And they were quite fun. Prior to that, he came by my apartment and I felt quite proud of the way he was lusting after my computer. It's really quite the machine... I also gifted him with a CD that i burned at amazing speeds of some relatively obscure Bjork tracks...
Now, I'm back home and more content than I've been in days... Life is good. And I have the upcoming weekend off... and Jazzfest is coming...
much thanks to Andy and Jonathan...
the result being a saner, happier, tanner Drew...
I got up a bit late today, downloaded a tune, updated the iPod a bit and then sensibly decided to head to the French Quarter for the afternoon. Listening to my iPod along the way changes everything. I can totally set the tempo and mood for my day by the music i listen to. And that's a good thing.
I spent a large portion of the afternoon at Tower and Virgin browsing CDs. I only bought one CD, a compilation called American Gigolo, which has some amazing electro singles on it. Oh, and a $6 used copy of the soundtrack to Velvet Goldmine at another place.
I ran into another Baton Rouge expatriot, Andy, at Tower while checking out. And wound up going back to Virgin with him to browse DVDs. And we spent almost two hours doing that. And it was a blast. Afterwards, I walked further into the Quarter with him and we had coffee at CC's. I owe Andy a huge debt because he totally knocked me out of the funk I've been in lately. I had a really terrific time hanging out with him.
Then I took a streetcar home and spent a little more time downloading Moby's new single, which I hadn't heard yet. I worry that his new CD may not be that popular. I don't know if this single will attract that many people. Before you rush to think that I don't like it... i think it's fucking brilliant. But, I don't know about everyone else.... it's reminds me of Bowie at his peak. Totally fucking brilliant. This is so gonna be my favorite song for a while.
Then my friend Jonathan called to see what was up in my world. I was going to go see a late show of Resident Evil, but he asked me to go to the Balcony Bar on Magazine with him instead. And I did. And it was fun. A medium sized group of his PJ's (coffee shop) coworkers were there. And they were quite fun. Prior to that, he came by my apartment and I felt quite proud of the way he was lusting after my computer. It's really quite the machine... I also gifted him with a CD that i burned at amazing speeds of some relatively obscure Bjork tracks...
Now, I'm back home and more content than I've been in days... Life is good. And I have the upcoming weekend off... and Jazzfest is coming...
much thanks to Andy and Jonathan...
Sunday, April 21, 2002
Holy Jellied Christ on a Cracker!!! All praise the mighty Apple for the amazing fucking invention that is the iPod. Could this device be easier to use??
although... I have enormous bags under my eyes from all the CD ripping i've been doing in the last 18 or so hours...
My DSL line still isn't active so that sucks, but dial-up is about 5 times faster on this computer than the old one, so I'll survive in the meantime.
I feel like I've been set free. I'm seeing the Internet how it's supposed to be seen for the first time in years. Wowzers...
although... I have enormous bags under my eyes from all the CD ripping i've been doing in the last 18 or so hours...
My DSL line still isn't active so that sucks, but dial-up is about 5 times faster on this computer than the old one, so I'll survive in the meantime.
I feel like I've been set free. I'm seeing the Internet how it's supposed to be seen for the first time in years. Wowzers...
Saturday, April 20, 2002
Updating to a new computer after so many years has left me a bit perplexed as to how I can transfer data and files off of my old one to the new one. So, I've decided to make a clean break. Which means I have to build up my bookmarks and email addresses and such all over again.
so... Anyone and everyone that I even slightly know or might wanna know... drop me an email so I can put you back into my Address Book.
so... Anyone and everyone that I even slightly know or might wanna know... drop me an email so I can put you back into my Address Book.
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