I burst out laughing at this last week. It’s so hilariously honest. I love my bees, but people tend to turn a blind eye to where their food comes from. Let’s take a nice, close look, shall we? 🙂
BLUUUUURGH!
Category Archives: goodness
The great American tradition: change
Still pretty excited about the death of DOMA. Plus, this announcement that Californians don’t have to wait the usual 25 days after a Ninth Circuit Court ruling to exercise their right to marry. In fact, the LA Times reports that ” Los Angeles County and some local cities are offering special procedures and extended hours Monday to meet heavy demand” for marriage licenses.
we need more of these
I’m not sure how to express my excitement over this, since it is, at its core, a depressing statement of my country’s lack of empathy for one another. We’re all pretty excited, but what should I say to a gay/lesbian couple? “Congratulations! You are now considered human in the eyes of the law!” I’m desperate to find a way to let the LGBT community know that they have support in the straight community, but Facebook status updates and an equality magnet on my car aren’t enough.
I’m volunteering at an ESL (English as a Second Language) school four days a week for a few hours per day, and try to make time for a ‘free question time’ before we start class. I try to encourage the students to ask about language, news topics, anything really, and that day one of the students asked about DOMA. I explained the ruling, the structure of the supreme court and the history of prop 8. I gave no indication of my personal opinion about the ruling, but finished with a quick mention of why it’s good for California economically: more weddings = more money for the state! The students didn’t offer their opinions, even when I asked if anyone wanted to contribute anything before we moved on. But many of the students are religious (Christian), so I felt I could assume that many of them would be displeased with the ruling and didn’t want to start the day by highlighting something about the US they might not like, especially given the depressing nature of that day’s topic (funerals). Still, I tried to leave them with a positive impression of the ruling without imposing my opinion on them (which would be an abuse of my power as an instructor).
My coworkers joked last week that in two years, the divorce rate will jump, given that there are probably plenty of couples getting married because they finally can (again), and are trying to be legally joined before their right to do so is revoked (again). But I’m too happy to worry about that, so here are some of my favorite pro-marriage equality images that have been floating around the interwebz:
cats: official mascot of the internet.
“conservative/religious/republican/crazies devastated? GOOD.”
Boyfriend plays Ryu in Super Street Fighter IV rather well. he’s so talented.
It bends toward justice
Being an adult who keeps up with politics can be an emotional roller coaster. We were electric the day Obama was elected president, but that evening I attended a protest in West Hollywood with a devastated crowd: Prop 8 had passed. I stood among throngs of people, angry, confused and disappointed by their fellow Californians’ callousness, and held signs that asked passing cars, “When do I get to vote on your right to marry?”
I realize I never posted the photos I took there. It seems appropriate to post them today to commemorate our disappointment and burning desire for equality. Almost five years later, the nation has changed for the better. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” Let’s keep fighting.
media exposure was minimal, given Obama’s election win that same day
finally, those signs speak the truth.
poignant
holding his adopted daughter, this man spoke eloquently to a reporter on the passage of prop 8
our numbers swelled, and eventually there were enough of us to claim the intersection (today, it has rainbow-colored crosswalks)
we received a surprising amount of support from inconvenienced commuters as we marched east on Santa Monica Blvd
she asked if she could climb onto his hood, but the taxi driver thought she was asking for a ride and yelled at her to get down
the police were calm and gentle with the few protesters they arrested
I stood with the people in this last photo in a kind of mutually respectful standoff with the police at Santa Monica Blvd and La Cienega. There was a sense of defiance and desperation in the air. An officer on a megaphone told us to get out of the road and back onto the sidewalk. I stayed where I was, along with almost everyone else. The officers were discussing something and pointing toward our section of the crowd. I had positioned myself in the front of the group to get some good photos, and was rethinking that decision. I thought about how much trouble I would be in with my very conservative, white, Republican boss if I didn’t show up for work the next day because I had been arrested at a protest for marriage equality. There was a very real chance I might be fired, which worried me (the job market was gut-wrenchingly bad: I had put in 50 job applications, gotten two interviews, and one job offer in order to land that job, which I hated). I took a breath and elongated my perspective; I saw my future self reflecting on this moment when I would quietly comply, or be escorted to a police car. I stood very still. As the officer approached us I felt a hand on my arm, and was gently pulled backwards into the crowd by a woman who seemed to be accustomed to attending protests like this. “They’re going to arrest someone,” she said calmly. “Back up.”
They took the guy on the far left in the blue striped shirt. The crowd yelled and cheered as he was slowly led away toward a waiting police car. No one harassed or boo’d the police. We had effectively stopped traffic on two (now three) of the busiest streets in Los Angeles, and we recognized they were just doing their job, regardless of moral standing.
this should really feature her now famous neon sneakers, but who can complain?
My Facebook feed is lit up today with support for the end of DOMA, the renewal of weddings for gay and lesbian couples in California as early as next month, and the federal legitimation of already existing gay and lesbian marriages. But it was a victory for women of all sexual orientations today, too: Texas Senator Wendy Davis (D) successfully filibustered an anti-abortion bill that would have threatened to shut down “all but 5 of the 42 abortion clinics in the state.” Thank you, Senator Davis.
As an English-speaking, American, white, employed, middle class graduate student, it’s easy for me to say: I dread not future, for I am its architect. My goal as a teacher of English as a foreign language (and a supporter of marriage equality) is to share this sense of empowerment with others, every day, one word at a time, and watch as the arc of American history bends toward justice.
Hive inspection: Success edition!
Dad and I have been attempting to keep some bees for months now, and every time we think they’ll stay, their numbers peter out. The first batch just took off, the second and third hung out for a while, but didn’t make much progress and were too small. The fourth built a bunch of comb and then started leaving. The most recent colony, however, has taken to the hive beautifully. We did an inspection yesterday and saw loads of brood (mostly capped), two generations deep, meaning: The queen starts laying in the center of the comb and works her way out toward the edge of the comb. On a few of the strips we saw capped brood at the edge of the comb (unhatched first generation babies), then empty comb (where some first generation babies had already hatched and left), then, in the center of the comb, more capped brood (where the queen had already laid another batch of babies: a second generation). That’s our working theory, anyway.
note the brood right in the center, almost ready to be capped (and the capped honey at the very top)
Once their numbers are shored up, they’ll keep building comb and dedicating more comb-space to food storage (honey, pollen, and a combo of the two adorably called “bee bread”). We saw a high concentration of bees on the edges of the comb, which probably means they’re already building the comb out, and in fact there’s already been a noticeable difference in the size of the existing comb leftover from the last swarm. Some of the strips were downright heavy with the weight of the comb, full cells and bees milling around. There wasn’t much honey, but we’re assuming that once their numbers go up, they’ll shift their focus a bit. I’m sure they know what they’re doing.
We took a bunch of photos of each strip so we could inspect them carefully without disturbing the bees. I lifted each strip out of the hive while Dad took some quick hi-res photos, and carefully replaced each strip so we wouldn’t crush any of them. There were only maybe a dozen bees that were noticeably agitated (flying at our faces and such), which is a sign that either smoking bees really does make them more docile, or we have some very well-behaved ladies in the hive. They stayed on the comb when we pulled each strip out, even when a stiff breeze came by. We even saw a few bees waggling their abdomens up and down. It didn’t look like a waggle dance, so we’re not sure what they were doing, lil’ weirdos 🙂
Afterward, while examining the photos (very thoroughly), I spotted the queen! We knew she must be there, but it’s good to see her. We didn’t find any drones, though. Perhaps they were on a mating flight? We also saw some really pretty pollen, all different colors, on the comb and on some bees’ legs: dark orange, dusty yellow and vivid yellow.
They seem like a strong colony. I can’t wait to see how they do. Dad’s going out of town for the week, so I’ll check on them in his absence, checking for pollen on their legs when they return to the hive, and peeking in through the window to see if they’re building more comb.
various colors of pollen in bright new comb
Hawai’i: Day eight
Finally, I’ve gotten around to writing about our last day in Hawai’i. We were bummed to leave, but also kinda ready (the humidity makes you feel sticky all the time. The copious amounts of sunscreen didn’t help either).
Our last day there was the day of my presentation at the conference! I was a bit nervous, but mostly excited about meeting people, presenting my ideas, fielding questions, and hearing the other presentations in my session. My presentation went really well; there were several questions afterward, and one of the women (who was also presenting) had also played World of Warcraft, so we had loads to talk about afterward. Her presentation was on gender roles in TV and movies, particularly the way they are portrayed in ancient dramas (Rome, 300, Game of Thrones, etc.). It was really interesting. She lives in Sweden, and invited me to come speak at her university so we’re staying in touch.
SO GOOD
Afterward I felt free as a bird and really excited to get some pork laulau, which I’d been craving all week. We went to Ono Hawai’ian Foods on Kapahulu near Waikiki on uncle Bobby’s recommendation, and it turned out to be the same place I went with my cousin Leah the last time I was in town for the same conference. Boyfriend tried poi for the first time and actually liked it (shock). I was still riding high on being finished with my presentation (even though it was the last day of our trip), so we drove to Dave’s Ice Cream for another helping of azuki bean ice cream. They had a dark/bright purple ice cream that was imo flavored (Japanese [Okinawan] purple sweet potato) which was bonkers.
found this sign at the Pali Lookout. how does this help? all it does is freak people out.
We headed back to Lanikai side to have one last ocean experience before we left the next day. On our way, I realized that we’d been driving past the Pali Lookout but hadn’t yet gone up. So we took a quick detour to enjoy the view and almost got blown right off the mountain. There were loads of tourists from all over, but my favorite was a German woman feeding wild chickens that had come out of the forest right next to the parking lot while her husband smiled and told her to get in the car.
We brought Boyfriend’s nice camera to the beach, and I brought my ukulele. He took a few photos, and we swam around a bit enjoying the water and watching people kayak around. When we went back in, a guy had a bucket with a couple fish, and encouraged us to take a photo of them in rapid pidgin. He said one of them was a barracuda, cool!
it stared at us with its dead, beady eye
We were sad to leave Bob and Nancy (and Bella, *sniffle*), but it was so nice to spend so much time with them that it was hard to be too broken up. Boyfriend and I woke up at 330am to drive across the island and arrive at the airport by 5 so I could be on a plane by 620am. On the drive back, boyfriend apparently stopped and took a bunch of photos of the sunrise over the ocean near Lanikai. I’m jealous I couldn’t see it with him, the photos are incredible. I ended up taking a later flight anyway, and got a $400 voucher in exchange, woot! Continental owes me that for that time they botched my trip to the east coast to visit Boyfriend a few years back (I’m still a little broken up about that, lol).
I’m so glad Boyfriend and I had this trip together. After more than five years we’re still excited to see each other and spend time together. I’m looking forward to spending that voucher on another fun trip with him 🙂
playing some Jamaica Farewell to the mokes on my ukulele
Hawai’i: Day seven
amazeballs
We got up super early this morning to go to the convention so I could hear a talk on social media in the classroom. I made a couple of contacts (and emailed them immediately), and got a tip on another one at Harvard. Boyfriend and I got some AMAZING tonkatsu and curry afterward at Tonkatsu Ginza Bairin in Waikiki. I’ve been craving some Japanese curry since we got here, and I’m so satisfied now that I’ve had that meal. The pork loin was crunchy and juicy, the curry was hot and flavorful, the service was amazing, the ambiance was great. It’s located on a little side street and I’ll definitely have to find it another time.
this hibiscus was outside Tutu’s building. I’ve never seen one this color before.
We came home and Jon knocked out while I went out with uncle Bobby to get some stuff at the hardware store and visit Tutu. She was sacked out when we got there, so we went back to the hardware store and bought some sink drain stuff and lumber, which we lashed to the top of the car with a trucker’s knot (pretty cool), and headed home. The whole time, Bobby filled me in on the family drama, all of which sounds totally unnecessary, but it’s family so what can you do? Anyway, it was nice to spend some time with him one-on-one.
I showered with Boyfriend when we got home and headed out to dinner with just Nancy (Bobby’s root canal went well but it started bothering him in the afternoon) to get dinner at one of her friends’ houses on the other side of Kaneohe Bay. The house is right above the water, and the view is absurd. There’s a set of stairs right down to the water, and a little private dock. We had dinner on the balcony. Ridiculous.
kaneohe bay
Dinner was nice, and all of Nancy’s friends are intellectual, educated and super nice. Nancy brought mochi-ice cream from some market and it was easily the greatest mochi I may ever have. I had a little white one that was lychee flavored, and almost tasted like it had some rose water in it, it was so perfume-y and delicious. I drove the Kia home and we chatted about cats and coyotes on the ride home.
More importantly, this is Bella:
always in a good mood
Bella is awesome. She’s a golden retriever, only about 8 months old, super sweet, and my new best friend.
Hawai’i: Day six
I was too wiped out to write about our day last night. We got an early start at 730am. Bobby was nice enough to get up with us to show us which house we were borrowing a kayak from. We found a two-person kayak, grabbed a couple of oars, and threw everything in the back of the Kia while Bobby went back home to sleep. We drove about a block with half the kayak sticking out of the back of the car, unloaded it and carried/dragged it down a sandy path to the beach.
this kayak, but without the seats (wtf would you do with those?)
Boyfriend and I were super excited. I had him sit in the front even though he weighs more so he could have a beautiful view while we paddled around. I had him pull the kayak down the beach to the water to feel how bouyant it is so he would feel safe in it (and it’s fun to feel something so heavy become so light so quickly). He got in and I launched us and jumped in behind him, and we took off toward the Mokuluas.
my shot of the Mokuluas from a Lanikai pillbox
Our goal was to make it out to the left Moke (Moku Nui), and we made it no problem. We took a couple of breaks on our way there and back to enjoy the view, feel the water and generally relax. The morning was perfect for being out on the water. There was plenty of cloud cover, there was a little wind, the water was calm, and there was no rain. As we approached the Mokuluas, the sun broke through the clouds, Boyfriend paddled, slow and strong, and the cool emerald water dripped from his paddle onto my legs. The beauty of the moment is hard to describe. It felt like a dream.
some jerk photographer’s shot of the mokes
Once we arrived, we walked around the beach and enjoyed the view. We found a sea slug covered in sand and latched onto a rock (it was alive and healthy, so naturally we both poked it gently and laughed), and a sea urchin a couple feet from that (it was also alive, and we watched it move it’s spikes slowly whenever the waves receded and the sand settled. We were tempted to take a shell back with us, but decided to be responsible tourists and left it behind. We were both bummed that we didn’t have any way to take a photo of the gorgeous view of Oahu, and the Mokuluas up close, especially where the waves crashed against the dark black rocks on the south side of the island.
exterior tiles at the Doris Duke estate
We paddled back in no time flat, returned the kayak, and headed back home to shower and change. We headed straight out for Waikiki to eat (more udon, yum!) before heading to the Honolulu Museum of Art (cool Japanese art collection; beautiful kimonos, wallets, netsuke and komainu) to meet up with a tour of Doris Duke’s house, Shangri-la. I’ve been there once before, and my memory of it was apparently very sharp. The house is an odd mixture of responsible art preservation and evidence of obviously wreckless looting. It’s been ten years (at least) since I first saw the house, and I didn’t have a degree in art history then, so I felt somewhat more disturbed about the acquisition of many of the pieces in the house. Regardless it’s an incredible resource, and a semi-legitimate museum in its own right.
We headed back across the island to the cottage so I could take class only to realize once we arrived and couldn’t join the classroom that I had forgotten about the 3-hour time difference. Derp. So I missed the last class of the semester. I’ll still get an A in the class (assuming my case study doesn’t suck), and I really disliked the professor, so I don’t really care.
that means you, asshole
We ordered Thai food for dinner, which Jon and I picked up and paid for. At the restaurant, there was a fish tank with a huge, hideous looking fish, apparently named Bruno, whom only a guy named Joe is allowed to feed. Huh. We ate dinner in front of the TV with Bobby and Nancy (we watched another episode of The Protectors, one of the Danish cop dramas that Nancy likes, and which I have to watch from the beginning now because I’m totally hooked). We crashed hard after that, and had to get up super early this morning to make it to the conference for an 8am talk about social media in the classroom. Boyfriend said he would come with me, even though I said I’d be back home by noonish. He’s so sweet.
Bobby’s having a root canal done today, and seemed a bit on edge about it last night (naturally). He doesn’t do well with pain, so I’ll have to check on him later.
Hawai’i: Day five
this year is the 12th. I also spoke at the 5th.
Today was the first day of the Hawai’i International Conference, where I’ll be speaking soon, and which was my impetus for coming over here at all. Boyfriend and I had breakfast (the rest of the eggs with tobasco and the last of the toast with honey), then drove across the island to the hotel where the conference is being held in Waikiki. I attended a couple of talks: the first was on the sexual attitudes of university students (but turned out to be about Filipino students in the Philippines, and not pertinent to my interests), and the second was about race-based marketing (but was really just a presentation about a case study that proved the obvious: black people are more likely to pay attention to advertising aimed toward black people). I checked out a poster session after that which was surprisingly poorly attended, but had some interesting stuff about the relationships between shapes and language with young children, and the relationship between gangs and religiosity (no correlation, even though being religious should keep one from becoming violent, right?).
/drool
Boyfriend was super hungry after that (he hung out by the hotel pool while I was busy), and found an amazing udon place called Marukame Udon not half a mile away that makes its noodles fresh (and in full view of their customers). The line was long but moved super quickly. You get to watch them make the noodles, then they put them in a bowl with the broth you order (hot or cold), then you get to choose whatever tempura you want and oh my fucking god they all look amazing. I wanted them all. Boyfriend got a cold ontama udon with one shrimp tempura, and I got curry udon with pumpkin tempura (of course). Delicious.
boyfriend sang the theme for Jurassic Park as I drove
We didn’t have time to go to the zoo like we wanted to afterward, so we headed back home and got caught in some Los Angeles-grade freeway traffic. So brutal. We jumped off and took streets to the 61 to get home, which took us through a really beautiful stretch of land that looked mysterious and awesome with all the mist hanging around the tops of the mountains. We came out of a tunnel to see some deep green in low-hanging clouds. Just gorgeous.
pictured: not a centipede
We took a short swim in the ocean for a bit, took a shower, dressed and were about to leave when we noticed we had a visitor on the window: a baby gecko. I explained to Boyfriend the first time we spotted a baby gecko in the cottage that they’re good to have in the house because they eat bugs. The second gecko we saw in the cottage, however, was a full-sized gecko, which was only a problem because the previous day, during a walk with Nancy and Bella, we came upon a dead centipede. Centipedes are disgusting and horrifying and they fucking bite, so no thank you. Naturally, I mistook the harmless gecko scuttling across the wall of the kitchen for a centipede and blurted out “OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!” before realizing my mistake. Boyfriend almost had a heart attack because, as he put it, “You never freak out about anything, so when you said that I thought there must be a dead guy hanging by the ceiling in the kitchen or something.” Sorry, Boyfriend.
Anyway, we headed over to the house to say goodbye to whomever was over there, chatted with uncle Bobby for a while (and gave Bella some love since she had been bitten on the snout by some fucking Labrador earlier today) before heading back across the island to Aiea to eat dinner at a sushi place called Kuru Kuru Sushi. It was Boyfriend’s and my first time at a sushi place with a rotating conveyor belt, and it was so tasty. I expect all conveyor belt sushi to be a little gross, but this one did not disappoint. It was recommended by my cousin when Sister came out here with her new boyfriend last year.
Boyfriend has had a runny nose all day long, so we got him some Benadryl. I sang him a song in the car that made him laugh: Gonna go get some yummy drugs for my boyfriend… Yummy yummy yum, drugs drugs drugs.
Hawai’i: Day four
sonofabitch
Boyfriend and I made eggs and toast with honey this morning (plus cereal with a banana for me) before heading to the beach to swim around and meet up with Nancy and Bella. The water was gorgeous, not as choppy as the previous days. But I got stung by a man-o-war! I even saw the one that did it, the bastard. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t get out of the water or even bitch that much (I’m so brave).
After we showered and changed, we went on a day-trip to Haleiwa on the north-western end of the island with uncle Bobby. He was amazed at the number and strength of the waterfalls all over the mountain range we passed through. We decided it must be raining really hard at the top of the mountains, passed through a long tunnel, and came out the other side to be met with a torrential downpour. We almost drove with the top down, and would have if not for all the sun I’ve already gotten. That would have been great, driving in all that rain.
the Ko’olau mountain range with loads of waterfalls
We went to a cafe in Haleiwa, then got shave ice at Matsumoto’s. We stood around the parking lot outside the shop staring at chickens while Boyfriend and I split a shave ice with lilikoi and strawberry flavors (with ice cream and azuki beans) while Bobby devoured his (papaya, mango, pineapple flavors with ice cream) at breakneck speed. Apparently he has a serious sweet tooth.
one of the several hibiscus near the cottage
The drive there and back was long, but we had a fun time. I harassed him to wear his seat belt by tapping his face with a hat until he put it on. I told him about how, when he was growing up, some girl told his friend’s younger brother Ray Fox that he had pretty eyes. Ray didn’t like that much, so he took a swing at her face, which was a big mistake since this girl was amazing, and ducked in time to avoid the punch. Ray hit the wall behind her instead and broke his wrist. We had a good laugh about that today.
I went on a walk with Nancy and Bella when we got back, then watched an episode of The Protectors, a Danish cop drama she’s hooked on right now. Boyfriend and I used some of the special salt we got at the farmer’s market earlier on some ground beef, and I grilled up some burgers for dinner (they were delicious). Nancy made a rice and bean salad and corn. We had some red wine to go with it, what a feast.
Hawai’i: Day three
this guy was hanging out on the cottage stairs this morning
Today we woke up around 8 and made eggs and toast with some honey from the big island that Nancy was nice enough to give us, and took it over to the house to eat with her and Bobby. Nancy made an amazing mango, papaya, banana fruit salad, which is saying something considering the fact that I hate fruit salad. We decided to go on a hike today, and almost went on one recommended by Sister, but were diverted by Nancy’s recommendation to do the Pillbox hike right up the hill. We walked all the way to the turnoff of the main road before we decided we needed water and sunscreen, so Boyfriend went back to the cottage while I went on to Kalapawai Market, and we met back at the base of the trail head.
It was a pretty good hike for us since we’re not very athletic recently, but it was definitely worth it: the view was incredible.
view from just below the first pillbox, which was a gunnery station during WWII
wtf is this?
On our way back home we walked by a tree with some fruit I’d never seen before. Boyfriend suggested that it might be a guava tree. I forgot to ask Bobby and Nancy what it was.
Back at the cottage, we changed into our suits and rinsed off at the outside shower to get all the sweat and dust off. We were starving and wanted to try the “beach burgers” from the Kalapawai market, which Nancy apparently loves so she came with us and bought lunch for us. We sat and chatted about Cambodian art history and American politics before heading back home with a burger to go for Bobby.
hit the spot
We were going to visit Tutu (grandmother in Hawai’ian), who I haven’t seen since we had a family reunion here over a decade ago. She’s aged a great deal since then, and Dad thinks she won’t remember me. Bobby got caught up with work stuff (he’s in real-estate), so we decided to go see her tomorrow morning instead.
With our afternoon freed up, I looked through the other lectures being offered at the social sciences conference I’ll be speaking at, then decided to help Nancy with whatever we could. She was doing taxes while Bobby took a nap, and asked us to take Bella for a walk. Nancy recommended that I do what she does: keep Bella on my left side and give her a little yank if she pulls on the leash. Bella did very well most of the time, and when she pulled too much and ignored my little yanks, I had us stop, told her to sit (which she did immediately, good dog), and just ignored her for a few seconds before rewarding her with affection, and then letting her know we could walk again. We took her down a couple of paths the beach, but it was crowded and the tide was all the way in, and Bella got overexcited and was a bit intimidated by the water, so we went back to the house the long way to give her a chance to explore and get some exercise.
so good blehhhh
Boyfriend and I helped make some salad to go with the AMAZING lamb shanks she made yesterday in a giant red Le Cruset pot in the oven. We had them with potatoes, it was like a medieval meal, and the meat fell right off the bone. It might be the best lamb I’ve ever had, so tender and delicious, mmmmm.
Last night after dinner we watched the first episode of Sherlock, and tonight Nancy suggested that we watch a second one. Boyfriend and I of course said yes, but couldn’t make it through it. We were totally wiped out from the hike and still had to shower before bed.
Tomorrow we’re taking a day-trip to Haleiwa with Bobby and Nanners, where Bobby says there are shops and shave ice to be had. We were gonna do that today, but Bobby had to work. It seems like whenever we make plans, they get put off due to a combination of Bobby’s work and our flexibility, which actually works out great. I don’t want him to feel pressured to take care of us, and we don’t really care what we do with our time, as long as we’re experiencing island life and getting lots of family time.
Be Random, Be Clear 