Monday, December 31, 2007

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Allurement, charm, elegance, exquisiteness, fascination and whimsical, eclectic, damaged, morbid, curious, distorted, macabre, twisted, eccentric, observant, grotesque, dark romanticism!!!

Mr. Tim Burton & Ms. Helena Bonham Carter - a daughter - congratulation!

Monday, December 10, 2007

IN YOUR WINTERTIME


















Good winter to you all!!! For a while there it did not seem as though winter was ever going to get here. But the mornings are crisp and the evenings jacket worthy. I LOVE WINTER!!! The mittens, the scarves, the hot cocoa, the icicles...ICICLES!!! Even though we do not get too many here! I honestly believe everyone has a little bit of grizzly in their blood when it winter time. It seems as though "stocking up on food" is the norm. Whether it is turkey and ham or cinnamon rolls and breads. Food just tastes better in the winter. You never hear of someone making a fruit cake in the summer...its bad enough in the winter! Such a lovely feeling to light candle and put on your slippers!

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

PENS & PENCILS

I so desperately love a blank sheet of paper. Calling to me in the night, calling for release. To look at it's blank soul, transforming it into an outpouring of my own. The pens and pencils sleep until their master stirs their awakening. Making each one dance across the page. Running and crawling across the page. Combining thoughts and ideas into a written page worthy of someone's eyes. I hear the paper's song so very faint on the breeze..."At last...my love has come along. My lonely days are over."

Sunday, November 11, 2007

HOT CARAMEL APPLE CIDER

8 oz. (1 cup) apple cider / juice
1oz. (2 Tbsp.) caramel syrup

Instructions: In a small saucepan, combine ingredients and heat gently. Garnish with a cinnamon stick.

For a crowd:
8 cups apple cider / juice
1 cups caramel syrup

Thursday, November 1, 2007

THE DARKNESS DAY

"Give me the pelting rain," she smiles to the clouds. The sun, so full of pride only shines brighter. "Give me the darkness, not that of night - but the darkness of day." A soul thirst for the rain as does the sea for waves. Keeping time like a clock. My skin is pale - not a touch of the sun rests on it. I blend with the fog, turning into mist, swimming among the trees and birds.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

ODE TO THE SEA






















The sea with its glory and beauty inspires me.

The ever changing faces of the sea, never the same but ever loved if only I were the sea. My many faces would not be scorned but adored and gazed upon. I've heard the sea referred to as such a majestic, life full creature, yet it can take man's most powerful vessels and dash them to piece, swallow and keep them. Of course, the sea lets us find these demolished hasbeens, but never gives them back.

Crashing my organs into a brisk soup of sea. My blood runs blue with its water. Give me a drink of its salty liquid, it will taste like home.

Saturday, October 6, 2007

PUMPKINETTES

I have noticed the supermarkets are starting to carry those baby pumpkins! I love those little things! Oohhh! I think I will call them...pumpkinettes. Haha! I am not too taken with the acorn squash or the bumpy gourds. :| I wonder if the pumpkinettes make good pumpkin pie?

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Sunday, September 30, 2007

THE RAVEN

Quoth
the
Raven,
"Nevermore."

Mr. Poe, 1809-1849

Sunday, September 16, 2007

THE CURE
























FROM THE EDGE OF THE DEEP GREEN SEA

i wish i could just stop
i know another moment will break my heart
too many tears
too many times
too many years i've cried for you
it's always the same
wake up in the rain
head in pain
hung in shame
a different name
same old game
love in vain
and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
away from home again...

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

BABY BRIE & MUENSTER

























BABY BRIE
7 weight, "crazy cat", snap, annoy, pickle, so...BIT@#! :) (Cody's)
1. bugs
2. butterfly


MUENSTER
17 weight, "tall, dark handsome rogue", muscular, strong, well-built, fearless. (me)
1. birds
2. baby birds
3. mouse
4. rat (sweet, nice? No! RAT!)
5. HUMMINGBIRD! ! !

Sigh.

Squirrel? Opossum? DEER!!! Oh, dear!

Friday, August 31, 2007

A COME-HITHER LOOK
























An anecdote says that when she was asked about her dancing style, she answered, in heavy accent, "I'm shaking my chemise." - Gilda Gray

A hat check girl exclaimed, "Goodness, what lovely diamonds." Mae West replied, "Goodness, had nothing to do with it, dearie."

"You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and...blow." - Lauren Bacall

"I haven't lived a good life. I've been bad, worse than you could know." - The Maltese Falcon

Sunday, August 26, 2007

WHY WE LOVE CATS!
























1. Noses that twitch.
2. Supersoft paws.
3. Their love affair with open boxes...
4. ...and rubber bands.
5. Their vigilant surveillance of the front walk.
6. Rhythmic purrrs.
7. Full-body stretches.
8. The curl up on your chest - and even put a paw to your cheek.
9. Their sloooow eyeblinks.
10. Their ability to find the only square of sunshine on the carpet - and fall asleep in it.
11. "Pet me now" nudges.
12. Their haughty independence...
13. ...combined with their constant need to be near you.
14. Their attention - seeking stunts.
15. The way they curl their tails around their feet so tidily.
16. The warmth of their bodies.
17. Sandpaper kisses.
18. Their cranky meows when you keep them waiting.
19. They daintily step all over the newspaper you're reading.
20. Whenever you look up, they're there.

Monday, August 20, 2007

EUCALYPTUS, JASMINE, CALENDULA...OH MY!

Due to road construction I have been driving home a different way than normal. Its such a slower paced from my usual route. It has been so breezy and cool lately that I drive everywhere with my windows down its such a free feeling to have wind rearranging your hair. There is one particular part of this drive that is breathtaking and for some reason traffic is always backed up there. There is a faint smell of roses, although I do not remember seeing any roses I know their petals are velvety and smooth. A stronger scent of eucalyptus drifts in and out of my windows...coming and going like waves on a sandy shore. Then there's a breath of a mystery fragrance - I think it's jasmine or calendula. Actually I don't know what a calendula smells like or if even a plant but it sounds sweet I think. There are huge trees all around their timeless branches hugging the road overhead. Some of the trees have seed like blossoms that are wafting through the breeze. Their blossoms dripping like honey off a comb. I look around with admiration of this cascading beauty from the trees. Oh, if only I were a calendula!!!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

MR. JIM MORRISON...IN PACE REQUIESCAT

























TOUCH ME

I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I


Tuesday, August 14, 2007

AUTHOR UNKNOWN


























If the opportunity arose for me to fulfill my desires of shattering pain I'd be too depressed to care.

A person's face can change over a lifetime, but the heart remains true forever.

A two way street and both roads are under construction.

The hardest battles are the ones on the inside, that nobody else sees.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

THE KILLERS



























All These Things That I've Done

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
(time, truth, and hearts)

Monday, August 6, 2007

CHAI TEA

I have been drinking Chai tea lately. It's a wonderful East Indian drink. Chai, pronounced like pie, actually means tea in East Indian. It is a rich black tea infused with cardamom, cinnamon, cloves and sometimes ginger and anise. Then sweetened with sugar and milk. It is available in most supermarkets, specialty stores and some coffee houses. I personally like the Stash brand myself.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES























DAZZLE

swallowing diamonds a cutting throat
your teeth when you grin reflecting beams on tombstones

a jamboree of surprises
playing russian roulette or the lucky clip
a clenched fist to your heart
coal dust on your lungs
a silver tongue for the chosen one

heavy magnum in your side or a bloody thorn
skating bullets on angel dust
in a dead sea of fluid mercury
baby piano cries under your heavy index and thumb

pull some strings -- let them sing
the stars that shine and the stars that shrink
in the face of stagnation the water runs before your eyes
dazzle

it's a glittering prize

Thursday, July 19, 2007

DAD

Years and years - Dad, Christopher (8 years old) and me (10 years old) moon, calm night alfalfa winds. My Dad, alfalfa and mouth, waders. Christopher and me, alfalfa and mouth, bare feet. Dad, Christopher and me sit, "Kids, when alfalfa is to be used as hay, it is usually cut and baled. The hay is cut just as the field is beginning to flower. The swather, which cuts the alfalfa. After it has dried, a tractor pulling a baler collects the hay into bales. The small square bales weigh between 60 pounds." Dad songs: (cough)

"Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, Wherever you're going I'm going your way. Two drifters off to see the world; There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end, Waiting 'round the bend, My huckleberry friend, Moon River and me."

Years and years, song Henry Mancini, Andy Williams and Audrey Hepburn...my favorite!

I love you, Dad!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST

"I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train."


OSCAR WILDE

Friday, July 13, 2007

FAVORITE THINGS

"You could not...move an eyelid but it would shout to my heart."


"Give up your heart to me whose whole existence hangs upon you. I am greedy of you."


"Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art."


Mr. John Keats, 1795 - 1821

THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE

"...the rather fantastic gloom of our common temper, a time-eated and grotesque mansion, long deserted through superstitions into which we did not inquire..."

"...we existed within ourselves alone..."

"...until warned by the clock of the advent of the true Darkness..."

On October 7, 1849, at age 40, Poe died in Baltimore; the cause of his death is unknown and has been variously attributed to alcohol, brain congestion, cholera, drugs, heart disease, rabies, suicide, tuberculosis, and other agents

EDGAR ALLAN POE, 1809 - 1849

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Edgar_Allan_Poe

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

WONDROUS THINGS...sigh

There is something so wonderful about mist! The droplets of water swirl around as if they are practicing for when they grow up into snowflakes. Each leaf is heavy with mist, slowly bending and dropping a few sprinkles onto the unwary sparrow below. I like walking into a misty air; eyelashes hold a million mist droplets. And when you look down at your sweater you are enshrouded in a fine layer of mist. What can be more inviting than a winter fruit gently washed with the morning mist. Take any tree, dust and powder it with mist and it is instant romance. Its very disguise transforms the thin, pale creature into a tall, dark handsome rogue. Ah, yes, mist does wondrous things...yeah.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

SHAKEN, NOT STIRRED

TIPS FOR PRETENDING
TO BE A SECRET AGENT:

Dress in dark glasses with a scarf. A scarf is ideal if you are striving for the perfect incognito attire! Not the kind of scarf for blustery days...it must be a sheer wisp of a scarf...tied about the head as if you had driven in a corvette. A coat is also somewhat necessary...after all secret agents do not work during the summer, haha! And gloves - not mittens, GLOVES! I suggest you use an accent...I like a medium to heavy French accent...or German...anything foreign! :)

Monday, July 2, 2007

SHAKE YOUR CINNABON-CINNABON

Did you know cinnamon has medicinal properties? It helps to fight infections! One splendid way to take cinnamon is in tea. Simply put a stick in your tea pot or in your tea cup. I think I will try to ingest more cinnamon the good old fashioned way...via a cinnamon roll!!!

Thursday, June 28, 2007

MERLE HAGGARD


I love this song!!!

MR. HAGGARD, SPOKEN:

WELL, A FRIEND OF MINE NAMED STEVE GOODMAN WROTE THAT SONG AND HE TOLD ME IT WAS THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. I WROTE HIM BACK A LETTER AND I TOLD HIM IT WAS NOT THE PERFECT COUNTRY& WESTERN SONG BECAUSE HE HADN'T SAID ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT MAMA,OR TRAINS, OR TRUCKS, OR PRISON, OR GETTIN' DRUNK. WELL HE SAT DOWN AND WROTE ANOTHER VERSE TO THE SONG AND HE SENT IT TO ME, AND AFTER READING IT, I REALIZED THAT MY FRIEND HAD WRITTEN THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. AND I FELT OBLIGED TO INCLUDE IT ON THIS ALBUM. THE LAST VERSE GOES LIKE THIS HERE:

WELL, I WAS DRUNK THE DAY MY MOM GOT OUT OF PRISON AND I WENT TO PICK HER UP IN THE RAIN BUT BEFORE I COULD GET TO THE STATION IN MY PICKUP TRUCK SHE GOT RUNNED OVER BY A DAMNED OLD TRAIN

AND I'LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN' IN THE RAIN NO, A' YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN', DARLIN' YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME WELL I WONDER WHY YOU DON'T CALL ME NAME.
WHY DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME BY MY NAME

Friday, June 22, 2007

IPANEMA

"Tall and tan and young and lovely." Oh, that girl from Ipanema! :) I can see her walking along the beach. I see a bathing suit, high heels and cat-eye sunglasses with a very large hat. Her nails are painted red and she is carrying a book ... something in French I think. (sigh) Making her way over to a cabana. To reapply tanning lotion, which has a faint scent of coconuts. Where is Ipanema? I must find out and move there. I will pack up my things in a jiffy ... after all I really only need a bathing suit, sunglasses and a hat. Oh yeah, and that coconut tanning lotion! I wonder if its edible? Ohhh...

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

JELLY'S ! ! !

A
group
of
jellyfish
is
called
a
"smack."

Monday, June 4, 2007

HERBAL HEAT PACK...oohhhhhh

I have been thinking of making a herbal heat pack for quite sometime now. On a trip to the coast about 4 and a half years ago-that is how long I have been putting this off :) Cody and I wandered into a little shop is SLO (San Luis Obispo). The quaint store greeted us with an aroma of lavender and rosemary. A large bath tub full of rocks and goldfish sat in front of the large bay window. The store keeper greeted us and insisted we looked weary and literally made us rest on her overstuffed couch in the middle of her shop. We put up a great fight...honest :) She then gave us two neck pillows filled with organic rice...naturally...and lavender. The back of our necks, wrists and temples were rubbed with a liquid stress reliever. We were instructed to close our eyes and relax. It was a very nice experience. At that moment I decided "I could make one of these" but as you are all well aware of... :)

Saturday, June 2, 2007

SCARFS!!!

I've taking up knitting. I see myself already - the ripe old age of 24, knitting in a rocking chair with a cat around my feet! :) I always like looking at all the "home spun" wools in fabric stores. Their beautiful threads, woven in a pasta-like-mess...as if their braids were just taken out to dry in the breeze. I CANNOT think of very many sun-less winters when I actually need a scarf. But the ambiance of a homemade scarf appeals to me. The long tails of a scarf thrown around my neck a few times, like an old cat too lazy to fight back. That is my ideal picture of winter for the moment...

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

LAVENDER LATTE

Set in a warm, cozy coffee house, with big couches and comfy chairs. Choose a table by the garden or a quiet corner in the back. Scented candles fill the air, creating a serene environment to soak in your favorite Keats poet or catch up with "old friends" (purrrrrrrrr). The gently whir of the cappuccino machine lulls you into a relaxed state, while a classical medley stirs your imagination. Perhaps a delicate pastry is your fancy, or a large cup of steaming tea. As you take a stretch from your cafe latte, visit the garden full of herbs and flowers. Pick a sprig of peppermint for your tea or a bit of fragrant lavender for your lapel.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

AUDREY HEPBURN

"I've got to do
something about
the way I look!
I mean a girl just
can't go to Sing Sing
with a green face."

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Sunday, May 20, 2007

BURT'S BEES

There is a great company called "Burt's Bees" which makes natural products for your skin, hair and body. From a garden's soap, to baby powder, salves for chapped skin and lip to lavender toothpaste. All of Burt's Bees products use natural products. I recently got a jar of "Almond Milk Beeswax Hand Creme." It smells sinfully wonderful! :) I put it on my knees, elbows and cuticles, knuckles and fingers, decolletage. It works great and smell yummy!!! :)

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

"CARA MIA" - "MON AMOUR" (kiss)

For as long as I can remember I've always believed that roses wrapped in sheet notes were one of the most romantic gestures. I get that same feeling when it rains. Call me a "romantic." I see nothing in a seven course meal, complete with valets and matron's - calamari on one side and escargot on the other. Give me a small cafe with candles and books and I'm satisfied. I remember the time I read Romeo and Juliet, and I thought how could love ever be the same? Why was it that every boy I knew was so practical...so dull? I got strange looks when I hinted about how wonderful it would be to slow-dance in the rain. Quiet thoughts of "you would get wet" and "what for?" - was all I really needed to hear, to decide I was not in the right place. I'd dream my little romantic dreams by myself. It's funny how a person comes into your life, isn't it? How he manages to change it all...and you life it! I remember the first time he said I was beautiful. It was thrilling and chilling all in the same emotion. Then to hear it again and again, slowly exchanging personal thoughts, to find them returned with the same effort and enthused. I remember when he said "I love you." How his voice was a little different. I wonder how I sounded when I said it back? Its the little things that matter. The writing "I" on one page of his notebook, then "L" on the next page, then "O" on the next page until it spelt out "I LOVE YOU." To watch him talk. How he'd have that content smile when he'd stare at me. To watch him mumble how tired he was and put his head down into my arms. He gave me a pressed flower, he'd had a year...he announced to me "I have some thing to give you," when he gave it to me. The way he's play with my hands and touch my arms and pull at the skin on my elbows. The way he'd slurp him coffee. All this may bore anybody else. But when you're in love, well its...beautiful.

Monday, May 14, 2007

MR. LONGFELLOW


"Over the woodlands brown and bare,

Over the harvest-fields forsakes,

Silent, and soft, and slow

Descends the snow."

Sunday, May 13, 2007

SWEET O' MERINGUE

I truly love meringue! I haven't exactly narrowed it down to what I love so much about it! Perhaps just making it, but I really love breaking off little peaks on the top and popping them in your mouth...oh how they melt! Or maybe the fact that if you should drop an undressed meringue it will shatter into a thousand pieces...like a fine tea saucer. Oh if only the moon were made of meringue...instead of cheese!

Monday, April 23, 2007

"I NEED A DRINK, ROZ." - 9 TO 5

GRAMMIE
Stroke, Panic disorder, Acrophobia (heights), Lepidopteraphobia (moths), Ligyrophobia (fear of loud sounds), Claustrophobia (fear of enclosed confined spaces), Apiphobia (bees), Bipolar disorder, Anxiety disorder, Dorian Gray syndrome (excessive preoccupation with the individual’s own appearance), Grandiose delusions, Dependent personality disorder, Drugs (speed), Histrionic Personality Disorder, Drunkenness

CONNIE P. (HALF-AUNT)
Bipolar disorder, Androphobia (fear of men), Arachnophobia (spiders), Entomophobia (insects), Aviatophobia (fear of flying), Herpetophobia (reptiles), Dorian Gray syndrome (excessive preoccupation with the individual’s own appearance), Ophidiophobia (snakes), Osmophobia (fear of smells), Apiphobia (bees), Chirophophobia (bats), Musophobia (mice\rats), Schizophrenia, Anxiety disorder, Histrionic Personality Disorder, Neophobia (fear of new things), Dependent personality disorder

ME
Dementophobia (fear of insanity), Patroiophobia (fear of heredity), Syngenesophobia (fear of relatives) :)

Sunday, April 22, 2007

ENCHANTING SEA

I am in love...with the SEA!!! I think I should have been a beautiful anemone on maybe a forest of kelp, gentry swaying, swaying, swaying, swaying in the ocean current. I would ever like to spend my days as a starfish, stuck to a large rock. I would settle to wander as a hermit crab, moving from shell to shell. Such a glorious life I think. Always waking up on the ocean's shore. If I had a choice though, of what creature to be and life in the sea, I would have to choose a dolphin or sea otter. That would be my ideal way you spend every day...swimming and jumping through waves or basking in the warmth of the sun while wrapped up in a kelp bed. "Good-bye sea otter, sweet dreams! (kiss)"

Saturday, April 14, 2007

"REMEMBERING, you standing quiet in the rain"

I love the rain! I love the darkened bark on the trees and their clean crisp leaves. The coloring is so pretty. These is a flurry off little sparrows when it rains, as if they are saying to each others "Hurry!!! Its raining...let's go drink some Berry Cider at my nest." The wonderful greyness about the skies, like a warm flannel gently fitted and cozy. How wonderful for the earth to get a well deserved shower. And when the wind blows a gentry breeze to scatter the droplets and dry the windows...I am always amazed how far I can see down the roads.
(THE CURE - Pictures of You)

Friday, April 6, 2007

MY GRAMMIE

Who? Wants? What? NO.

Yes...as true.

Uhhh...no way?

YES...my Grammie an alien!

Years and years, remember clearly "Stephanie, Grammie an alien" (WHAT!?!) Mom said "(sign) "Grammie and Connie - school - alien seed pod - space - galaxies - blah, blah, blah."

Yes...as true.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

OLD OAK

The old oak's branches, heavy with year's growth lay close to the ground. The mist covering the top so as to shadow it's age. There at the base of the trunk she sat. Quietly, always quietly. Her porcelain skin glows beneath the shadows of large branches. Cloaked in raven tresses gently framing her delicate features. Her eyes are as the sea, deep and blue. She sits with a single leaf from the oak. Her thin fingers caressing each point and side. Her hands move as to music. Graceful and slow, with each move made with such ease. Her eyes float among the edge of where the ocean, she's walking on a wire.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Saturday, March 24, 2007

GREEN THUMB SYNDROME

My love of gardening bloomed at an early age. Toying with the likes of a child's indoor greenhouse, receives from a breakfast cereal. Living on a farm for most of my life nurtures the green thumb syndrome. Living, growing things surrounded me. Teaching me the changing of each season's toll and miracles upon each plant and tree. I always loved to grow mint! It is hardy, fast growing and fragrant. One can rarity succeed in killing and de-rooting mint. Perfect to practise my growing technique upon. My mother, a wonderful garderer, gave me a spot of ground to do what my heart desired. I experimented with carnations, aloe, avacado seeds and roses. When I was first married we had a small-SMALL patie and I had potted plants. I nutured these plants, although they grew beyond potted life and I slowly gave up. Without an outdoor hose, I trudged water in a large pitcher and watered these remaining few plants. Summer's heat won. Later when we moved into an abode with ACTUAL SOIL my green thumbs blossomed! Removing the has-beens and planting herbs, flowers and bulbs. I love herbs! Sage, thyme, lemon balm, of course - mint and rosemary. Rosemary's petite blue flower bloom year-round. So easy to grow - and with scened, flavoriful rewards. My lamb's ear between two roses. Its soft and furry leaves are serene. There is a place in Cambria with a large garden of flower, shrubs, herbs and climbing things - Heart's Ease Herb Shop & Garden.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

IT IS HARDER THAN IT LOOKS


Hmmm...two strokes - picture of the brain-1/4 "broke" Many, many seizures. Spleen, heart, lung, leg & brain blood clots. Blood disease...mystery.

"Like having your head very slowly run over by every tire on an 18 wheeler."

"Don't let it beat you."

Saturday, March 17, 2007

SCORPION

"Scorpie"

I found her in some boxes. I put her in a jar. Months later I thought she was dead. Then "Alive! It's alive!1 IT'S ALIVE!!!"

In pace requiescat! (Latin)

MY GARDEN

NO...I WISH!!! :)

My garden - sage, thyme, rosemary, mints, lemon balm, lamb's ear, common thrift, bacopa, pincushion flower, anna greenway nettle, lots and lots lavender, flower-me-not, lupine, catnip, chamomile, basil, shasta daisy, etc.