So, comparing from my last post, which was kind of a new year's resolution post 9 months ago, I've created more debt for myself, blogged the least ever in a year, but have managed to lose at least 10 pounds. Scales all vary, and I haven't kept track over the course of actually trying to lose weight, but I've lost 2 belt sizes comfortably, the third size is really close to being gone. I am actually wearing my belt 3 sizes smaller than it was 9 months ago right now, and I have to say, it's only a little snug. The more important thing is my ego feels good wearing it.
Anyway, I have a new job at C Level, a restaurant on the bay. I was working there and Old Town Mexican Cafe at the same time for about a month, but decided I wasn't happy working in Old Town anymore. As much as I loved everyone I worked with, and I could honestly say they were like a second family, I really hated the stressful environment. Not only that, the ownership fired all of the illegal employees a while back, something I think I blogged about when it happened, and hate to repeat myself, but after that, I knew I would quit at some point. So once I found another job that I was happy with, moved home so I didn't have to pay rent, and didn't want to come home angry at customers AND my workplace anymore, I quit Old Town Mex.
Now my job consists of bringing food to tables, and sometimes helping servers or the kitchen out here and there.I'll get refills or plates and silverware for tables, or I'll stock stuff for the kitchen. I hardly have to talk to customers, C Level itself is like a well-oiled machine, and I make pretty good money. I'm extremely comfortable and content.
One thing that's weird is how I still get annoyed with customers though. I went from Old Town where the customers were generally cheap, and/or really critical of Mexican food, to C Level, where everybody is generally older, pretty rich, and really psyched to be at the restaurant. Both typical customers annoy me equally. And I don't even talk to the customers I deal with at C Level for more than 30 seconds. Just earlier tonight, I delivered a soup to a guy and he had stuff in front of him, and he didn't move it in the time that I said, "Hey, how are you? I have a lobster bisque for you." So, I put the soup a little in front of him, so that I wouldn't put it on top of anything, and he said, "Why don't you put it in front of me, where I can eat it?"
On a positive note, this job is my favorite that I've had. The ratio of ease to money made is amazing. I also like the people I work with, I like the management, and I'm actually impressed by the way the Cohn family runs everything. More specifically, I almost lost my job this weekend. I'll skip the story for your time's sake, and also because I don't want it on the internet. But the bottom line is, I missed a lunch shift entirely, I wasn't available until 3:15 pm(my shift was at 11:30 am). And I hadn't called to let them know I wasn't able to make it to work. I told them I had a family emergency, and they let me pick up a shift that evening.
I have to take some credit for this, because they clearly like me and the work I do(which is badass, cuz they're a really good restaurant)(but, it's kinda sad that I'm proud of my restaurant-working abilities), but their forgiveness was not only unexpected, but really appreciated.
Oh yeah, and I'm taking French for the hell of it and I have an A at present. Adieu, mes amis.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
New Year Post
Most specifically because Andres told me I should, I've added blogging more to my resolutions list. The other resolutions are getting out of debt, and losing weight. I know, I'm such a cliche. But what better time to get my shit together than the start of a new year?
2011 was pretty interesting for me. If I were to sum it up quickly, I suppose I'd say it wasn't the best year, but I did alright. I moved out, I made new friends, I sucked in school. But I also feel like I am doing what many people don't get to do, which is being a lost 20-something in search of a true calling. I'm not really proud of my situation but I do realize there is positivity in it. I admire all of my friends who graduated college already, I think it's pretty hard to do so quickly. I've recently decided I might try to transfer schools. To where, I don't know yet, but I never did like SDSU. And, while I'm still an aimless 20-something with little responsibility, I'd like to go somewhere I'd be content with. So we will see.
In recent news, I really enjoyed the holidays this year. Pennsylvania with the Myers family was therapeutic. While I have extremely little in common with my family in a lot of ways, they are all very warm people. When you don't see family, you forget what it's like to have family. The genuine feeling that they care about me so much was really cool. And, relative to thoughts above, their caring about me and their apparent feeling that I'm going to be hugely successful at some point is a reminder that I can't be a fuck-up. It's a lot of pressure, but it is nice knowing that people have such high regard for me.
My aunt, uncle, and cousin are really religious, as are my dad and stepmom. So everybody went to church on Christmas Day, but I got to sleep in, which was so much better than church. Days at Grandma's house were spent playing board games, eating a lot, and chatting. My grandma asked who I was going to vote for, and I successfully avoided an awkward politics conversation by saying I wasn't going to vote. Everyone in the family is very Republican (my uncle said his only real news source is Fox News) and I wasn't going to open up the can of Obama worms. For the record, though, I'll probably vote for Obama.
Nights, though, were spent drinking beer in the basement and playing darts. One night my dad and uncle played, the others were just me, my brother, and cousin. It was one of the rare times I saw my dad truly happy. He's usually exhausted from working two jobs, so he always seems grumpy and drained. But seeing him laughing and stuff made him look like a giddy little kid, it was like looking outside and seeing a sunny day after a week of gray ones. It was one of the more beautiful things I've seen in a long time.
This New Year's Eve was literally my favorite yet, that I can recall. I have come to the conclusion that spontaneity is key in making NYE great. Last year was great because it was spent in some obscure bar that wasn't too crowded, and there were great people involved. This year, I threw a party with less than 24 hours notice, most of my closest friends were there, and then some random people were there. Neighbors came over and I didn't even know their names yet, which I thought, was awesome. Blood juice was surprisingly good, but the hangover was absolutely awful. For me, it was the perfect blend of debauchery and calm. Also, for those that saw me on NYE, I would like to apologize for any disgusting things I may have done or said in my drunken elation.
To bring in 2012, I will make it a year of improvement. By this point next year, I am resolving to be skinnier, richer, a better blog-writer, and even happier with the most recent new year celebration. One last thing, I'd like to stress how much I love my friends. Without them, life would be extremely trite.
2011 was pretty interesting for me. If I were to sum it up quickly, I suppose I'd say it wasn't the best year, but I did alright. I moved out, I made new friends, I sucked in school. But I also feel like I am doing what many people don't get to do, which is being a lost 20-something in search of a true calling. I'm not really proud of my situation but I do realize there is positivity in it. I admire all of my friends who graduated college already, I think it's pretty hard to do so quickly. I've recently decided I might try to transfer schools. To where, I don't know yet, but I never did like SDSU. And, while I'm still an aimless 20-something with little responsibility, I'd like to go somewhere I'd be content with. So we will see.
In recent news, I really enjoyed the holidays this year. Pennsylvania with the Myers family was therapeutic. While I have extremely little in common with my family in a lot of ways, they are all very warm people. When you don't see family, you forget what it's like to have family. The genuine feeling that they care about me so much was really cool. And, relative to thoughts above, their caring about me and their apparent feeling that I'm going to be hugely successful at some point is a reminder that I can't be a fuck-up. It's a lot of pressure, but it is nice knowing that people have such high regard for me.
My aunt, uncle, and cousin are really religious, as are my dad and stepmom. So everybody went to church on Christmas Day, but I got to sleep in, which was so much better than church. Days at Grandma's house were spent playing board games, eating a lot, and chatting. My grandma asked who I was going to vote for, and I successfully avoided an awkward politics conversation by saying I wasn't going to vote. Everyone in the family is very Republican (my uncle said his only real news source is Fox News) and I wasn't going to open up the can of Obama worms. For the record, though, I'll probably vote for Obama.
Nights, though, were spent drinking beer in the basement and playing darts. One night my dad and uncle played, the others were just me, my brother, and cousin. It was one of the rare times I saw my dad truly happy. He's usually exhausted from working two jobs, so he always seems grumpy and drained. But seeing him laughing and stuff made him look like a giddy little kid, it was like looking outside and seeing a sunny day after a week of gray ones. It was one of the more beautiful things I've seen in a long time.
This New Year's Eve was literally my favorite yet, that I can recall. I have come to the conclusion that spontaneity is key in making NYE great. Last year was great because it was spent in some obscure bar that wasn't too crowded, and there were great people involved. This year, I threw a party with less than 24 hours notice, most of my closest friends were there, and then some random people were there. Neighbors came over and I didn't even know their names yet, which I thought, was awesome. Blood juice was surprisingly good, but the hangover was absolutely awful. For me, it was the perfect blend of debauchery and calm. Also, for those that saw me on NYE, I would like to apologize for any disgusting things I may have done or said in my drunken elation.
To bring in 2012, I will make it a year of improvement. By this point next year, I am resolving to be skinnier, richer, a better blog-writer, and even happier with the most recent new year celebration. One last thing, I'd like to stress how much I love my friends. Without them, life would be extremely trite.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Independent Life
I have wanted for so long to live independently, and I finally am. I, of course, still require help from my mom to pay for a phone, health insurance, and the occasional lunch tab, but I am, for the most part, on my own. I used to tell myself that I would be responsible when I moved out, that I would clean the house regularly, do the dishes every few days. I had a cleaning lady and a mom that was really nice to me before, so I never knew that I would do neither of these things given my independence. Especially with a roommate such as Grant, it's gotten a little out of hand how messy the house is. I won't go into detail.
Aside from Grant's and my destruction of our apartment (I leave out the 3rd roommate, Ben, because he's hardly at home when he's awake and does all his dishes immediately after dirtying them), I thoroughly enjoy living on my own. I can now have my really weird sleeping habits without having my mom asking why I was up at such a strange hour. I can invite friends over to MY house. I can look outside of MY front door and actually see the ocean. And I can stock the fridge and the pantry with booze and not worry about someone reminding me my family has a history of alcoholism and diabetes.
I also feel like paying rent and doing laundry at a laundromat is pretty valuable experience. I've actually been able to impress myself, juggling a car payment, rent, drinking, and eating badly. This also comes with a nagging feeling that I need to utilize my gym membership, and a newly found appreciation for my job. While I really don't like the actual job of waiting tables, it pays the bills and allows me to sleep in. And as for doing laundry in a coin-op, I don't do it right. I don't fold the laundry when its done, and I don't separate the whites and colors. Insert integration joke. Important part is, I've learned how to do about 4 loads of laundry in about an hour and a half. My, how stimulating the bachelor life is.
Aside from Grant's and my destruction of our apartment (I leave out the 3rd roommate, Ben, because he's hardly at home when he's awake and does all his dishes immediately after dirtying them), I thoroughly enjoy living on my own. I can now have my really weird sleeping habits without having my mom asking why I was up at such a strange hour. I can invite friends over to MY house. I can look outside of MY front door and actually see the ocean. And I can stock the fridge and the pantry with booze and not worry about someone reminding me my family has a history of alcoholism and diabetes.
I also feel like paying rent and doing laundry at a laundromat is pretty valuable experience. I've actually been able to impress myself, juggling a car payment, rent, drinking, and eating badly. This also comes with a nagging feeling that I need to utilize my gym membership, and a newly found appreciation for my job. While I really don't like the actual job of waiting tables, it pays the bills and allows me to sleep in. And as for doing laundry in a coin-op, I don't do it right. I don't fold the laundry when its done, and I don't separate the whites and colors. Insert integration joke. Important part is, I've learned how to do about 4 loads of laundry in about an hour and a half. My, how stimulating the bachelor life is.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Probably the Millionth Blog Post About Armageddon, But Fuck It, It's All Going to End, Right?
I dunno if any of you have read exactly what May 21st is supposed to be, but apparently Jesus comes back later today, and the Rapture begins, so, what, like 100 people (people who are actually good Christians) are going to Heaven, while the rest of us rot in chaos for 5 months, until October 21st, when the world actually ends.
To me, it sounds ridiculous, and I hope I'm right. I mean, I know I'm a good person, but God is really strict. And jealous. And mean. So if Jesus really is coming back, I'm doomed.
I really hope I get to talk to God before I get sentenced to damnation and give him my case. I was raised by a Buddhist mother, whose womb he injected me into. If he wanted me to be Christian, he should have made sure I would be one. And don't give me the free will argument. God is omniscient, he knew that I would not be a Christian before I existed. This point, I think, really makes God a huge dick. Everybody he sends to Hell, he knew would be going to Hell before they all existed. Stupid loophole in the fire and brimstone idea.
Which leaves me at this thought: I don't believe in God necessarily. I definitely don't believe in Christianity. I'm open to the idea of a higher power, some kind of creator. A lot of things just don't seem like coincidence. And I guess the vastness of existence is just hard to imagine coming into being just out of non-existence. But I think that the whole Armageddon thing is dumb. It's all prophecy, and I know I could be eating my words tomorrow as a crow pecks my eyes out. I'm just being optimistic.
Finally, I'll admit while I don't believe that the world will begin to end tomorrow, I have thought what it would be like if the world was going to end tomorrow. And all you guys are definitely the first to come to mind. I love you all. And I've decided I'm going to live my life in a way that I wouldn't be sad if Armageddon were to fall upon us. Maybe God just wanted us all to have a revelation like that one.
To me, it sounds ridiculous, and I hope I'm right. I mean, I know I'm a good person, but God is really strict. And jealous. And mean. So if Jesus really is coming back, I'm doomed.
I really hope I get to talk to God before I get sentenced to damnation and give him my case. I was raised by a Buddhist mother, whose womb he injected me into. If he wanted me to be Christian, he should have made sure I would be one. And don't give me the free will argument. God is omniscient, he knew that I would not be a Christian before I existed. This point, I think, really makes God a huge dick. Everybody he sends to Hell, he knew would be going to Hell before they all existed. Stupid loophole in the fire and brimstone idea.
Which leaves me at this thought: I don't believe in God necessarily. I definitely don't believe in Christianity. I'm open to the idea of a higher power, some kind of creator. A lot of things just don't seem like coincidence. And I guess the vastness of existence is just hard to imagine coming into being just out of non-existence. But I think that the whole Armageddon thing is dumb. It's all prophecy, and I know I could be eating my words tomorrow as a crow pecks my eyes out. I'm just being optimistic.
Finally, I'll admit while I don't believe that the world will begin to end tomorrow, I have thought what it would be like if the world was going to end tomorrow. And all you guys are definitely the first to come to mind. I love you all. And I've decided I'm going to live my life in a way that I wouldn't be sad if Armageddon were to fall upon us. Maybe God just wanted us all to have a revelation like that one.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
It's Been a While, But I Finally Have Experiences Worth Sharing
I'll start with tonight at work. I gave someone else the Heimlich Maneuver! I'm really good at it, it only took one heave, like last time. And it was a guy who was choking, and his wife was screaming from across the room, "Help! Help!" And my friend Rey was looking like he didn't know what to do, he said later he felt like he wouldn't be able to do the maneuver right. And when I ran over there, he said, "Oh, OK, Spencer's got it." And I did. It feels really good to basically save someone's life. What was weird, though, was I think the guy was really embarrassed because nobody said thank you or anything. They tipped 20% (it was my table that choked), but come on, really? He probably wouldn't have died, even if it weren't for me, but you can't even say thank you? People suck sometimes.
Anyway, last night, I went to Tijuana with some work friends. It was one of their birthdays, and he goes to Tijuana like every week to bang hookers and do coke. So, needless to say, I was really nervous. I don't want to bang hookers, nor try coke. But it was one of the best nights I've had in a while. Maybe one of the best ever. It was mostly due to the fact that I went with a big group with some guys that knew their way around TJ, so we had good food and cheap drinks. And I successfully avoided drugs and prostitutes, so I have my morality intact.
What made it fun was getting hammered with fun people, listening to mariachi and (trying to, at least) singing along to some songs I've heard at work. We ate seafood, played pool, went to an Irish bar (yeah, they have them in Mexico too, weird), then everybody went to a whore house, including me, but I was blacked out and wandered out of there, so I freaked everybody out. I don't even remember being in there. Woopsies. And what's funny is, they all thought I went off and got a hooker on my own, but first thing I remember is thinking, "fuck those guys, I'm just gonna sleep here in TJ for the night since they didn't care about sticking with me." So I checked into the shittiest, shadiest hotel room I've ever been in, saw it, then walked out. Pretty sure I didn't pay anything for it.
Then I realized everybody was calling me so I eventually met up with them, got some tacos from a taco stand, and went home.
I attribute my extreme drunkenness to the shot of tequila I had at dinner out of a container with dead rattlesnakes in it. Really good tequila, by the way, I wonder if the snakes actually make it better or if it was just good to begin with.
I don't know if I would go to TJ on a whim, but if you have some friends that know their way around, go to Mexico. It's a blast.
Anyway, last night, I went to Tijuana with some work friends. It was one of their birthdays, and he goes to Tijuana like every week to bang hookers and do coke. So, needless to say, I was really nervous. I don't want to bang hookers, nor try coke. But it was one of the best nights I've had in a while. Maybe one of the best ever. It was mostly due to the fact that I went with a big group with some guys that knew their way around TJ, so we had good food and cheap drinks. And I successfully avoided drugs and prostitutes, so I have my morality intact.
What made it fun was getting hammered with fun people, listening to mariachi and (trying to, at least) singing along to some songs I've heard at work. We ate seafood, played pool, went to an Irish bar (yeah, they have them in Mexico too, weird), then everybody went to a whore house, including me, but I was blacked out and wandered out of there, so I freaked everybody out. I don't even remember being in there. Woopsies. And what's funny is, they all thought I went off and got a hooker on my own, but first thing I remember is thinking, "fuck those guys, I'm just gonna sleep here in TJ for the night since they didn't care about sticking with me." So I checked into the shittiest, shadiest hotel room I've ever been in, saw it, then walked out. Pretty sure I didn't pay anything for it.
Then I realized everybody was calling me so I eventually met up with them, got some tacos from a taco stand, and went home.
I attribute my extreme drunkenness to the shot of tequila I had at dinner out of a container with dead rattlesnakes in it. Really good tequila, by the way, I wonder if the snakes actually make it better or if it was just good to begin with.
I don't know if I would go to TJ on a whim, but if you have some friends that know their way around, go to Mexico. It's a blast.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
What Happens in Vegas Doesn't Have to Stay There
If you guys want to, I'll spill the deets on Vegas. I find the details to be a little embarrassing, not because of what I did, necessarily, but because of how little I did. Sure, I don't like clubs, and I didn't have a lot of money to spend, but I feel like all I did was drink too much. The vacation was over way too quickly, and the only thing I took home with me was a stupid cold, just like every other time I've gone to Vegas.
And before you call me unappreciative of the trip and wonder why I'm being negative, stop thinking that. I had an awesome time. I just wish it lasted longer, and I was a little more adventurous. I'd like to be able to think, "Man, I hope I don't have herpes," and then not have herpes, obviously. But to be able to wonder that would mean I'm doing something right. Right?
So here's a quick recap: show up, go to Steiner's across the street from the hotel, it's off the strip. We get good food and good beer, then catch a cab to the strip. We get drinks and walk around with them outside (awesome), play around on the escalators at the Venetian, and eventually end up at O'Shea's for beer pong. Call me a simpleton, but that place is fun.
Next day, we got home at around 6 30 or 7, so I woke up around 2 30. We go to the pool, they have a water slide. Shit is sick. Already start drinking too many Evan Williams and coke cherry zeros at the room, then go to Steiner's again, where we sit at a table with Guiness and Harp tapped INTO the table. They charge a flat rate per pint on the table. That was seriously one of the coolest things ever. So then we go to the strip again, meet some douche bag kids on their 21st bday, a couple of 2nd grade teachers from Chicago, and I thought they were from Wisconsin. They were confused. I played some poker, and won 15 bucks, and cashed out. Then we ended up at O'Shea's again, where my night gets fuzzy. Rewind just a couple hours: I drank a 4 Loko and a 32 oz fruity drink.
Next morning I felt like shit the whole day. I puked out of Grant's car, and in the bathroom of Chili's. Morning Spencer is way worse when he's hungover. Sorry Spencer and Grant, once again. But hey, everyone needs a break from the grind. I'm thankful Vegas is around so I can be a shitshow there and get it out of my system.
And before you call me unappreciative of the trip and wonder why I'm being negative, stop thinking that. I had an awesome time. I just wish it lasted longer, and I was a little more adventurous. I'd like to be able to think, "Man, I hope I don't have herpes," and then not have herpes, obviously. But to be able to wonder that would mean I'm doing something right. Right?
So here's a quick recap: show up, go to Steiner's across the street from the hotel, it's off the strip. We get good food and good beer, then catch a cab to the strip. We get drinks and walk around with them outside (awesome), play around on the escalators at the Venetian, and eventually end up at O'Shea's for beer pong. Call me a simpleton, but that place is fun.
Next day, we got home at around 6 30 or 7, so I woke up around 2 30. We go to the pool, they have a water slide. Shit is sick. Already start drinking too many Evan Williams and coke cherry zeros at the room, then go to Steiner's again, where we sit at a table with Guiness and Harp tapped INTO the table. They charge a flat rate per pint on the table. That was seriously one of the coolest things ever. So then we go to the strip again, meet some douche bag kids on their 21st bday, a couple of 2nd grade teachers from Chicago, and I thought they were from Wisconsin. They were confused. I played some poker, and won 15 bucks, and cashed out. Then we ended up at O'Shea's again, where my night gets fuzzy. Rewind just a couple hours: I drank a 4 Loko and a 32 oz fruity drink.
Next morning I felt like shit the whole day. I puked out of Grant's car, and in the bathroom of Chili's. Morning Spencer is way worse when he's hungover. Sorry Spencer and Grant, once again. But hey, everyone needs a break from the grind. I'm thankful Vegas is around so I can be a shitshow there and get it out of my system.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Rambling About Relationships
So I watched this movie called After Sex. It is a series of exchanges with different couples, all of which just had sex. It was like watching a bunch of mini plays all with the same premise. I thought it wasn't very well written and some of the actors sucked. The best part, by far, was Mila Kunis and Zoe Saldana being bi-curious, and lesbian (respectively) college roommates. I think it was the only situation I could be happy with them being not heterosexual. Because I'd like to bone both of them.
Also, I thought it was overall very pretentious because she had mostly couples that would be seen as edgy. There were two gay men couples, and one old interracial couple that used to be swingers in the 60's.
What it did do well though, was make me think about relationships. As weird as the old swinger couple was, they were extremely happy talking about gang bangs and smoking pot after having had sex in the woods. Or some park by a lake, I dunno. Like I said, they were weird. But it was a cool couple to aspire to be. And no, I don't want to do gang bangs. I really don't, I've turned one down before. But I do want to grow old with someone who deals with all my shit.
As for one of the gay couples, I thought they were extremely weird too. One was a high school football coach who didn't seem gay at all, and one was a hair metal band lead singer who seemed extremely gay. And very douchey because he wore his stupid wig and make up around the house. The interesting part, though, was when they had a discussion about who was going to be the bitch and the butch. Because they were both butch, they just happen to like butt sex.
While I am not a connoiesseur of the butt sex, in my experience, most relationships have a bitch and a butch. Or, a better way to describe it, I think is the chased and the chaser (heard that from some movie too, I dunno which one). It seems like so many relationships have to have an order to them, with someone leading it. In my dream life, I want to find Rashida Jones and have a beautiful relationship that is perfectly equal. Although, if she were the domineering type, I wouldn't mind submitting to her that much.
Point is, I think it's cool when really odd couples work. I haven't seen it very much, but I think the next time I see a dude walking down the street with someone who is way more attractive than him, I will salute them both.
Also, I thought it was overall very pretentious because she had mostly couples that would be seen as edgy. There were two gay men couples, and one old interracial couple that used to be swingers in the 60's.
What it did do well though, was make me think about relationships. As weird as the old swinger couple was, they were extremely happy talking about gang bangs and smoking pot after having had sex in the woods. Or some park by a lake, I dunno. Like I said, they were weird. But it was a cool couple to aspire to be. And no, I don't want to do gang bangs. I really don't, I've turned one down before. But I do want to grow old with someone who deals with all my shit.
As for one of the gay couples, I thought they were extremely weird too. One was a high school football coach who didn't seem gay at all, and one was a hair metal band lead singer who seemed extremely gay. And very douchey because he wore his stupid wig and make up around the house. The interesting part, though, was when they had a discussion about who was going to be the bitch and the butch. Because they were both butch, they just happen to like butt sex.
While I am not a connoiesseur of the butt sex, in my experience, most relationships have a bitch and a butch. Or, a better way to describe it, I think is the chased and the chaser (heard that from some movie too, I dunno which one). It seems like so many relationships have to have an order to them, with someone leading it. In my dream life, I want to find Rashida Jones and have a beautiful relationship that is perfectly equal. Although, if she were the domineering type, I wouldn't mind submitting to her that much.
Point is, I think it's cool when really odd couples work. I haven't seen it very much, but I think the next time I see a dude walking down the street with someone who is way more attractive than him, I will salute them both.
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