beginning of a lifelong fling
I don’t have too much to say - I’ve been busy writing. I got most of a paper done last night, and am hoping to draft an article due next week. Plus, oh yeah, I have a job!
Interesting article on the “monoculture”.
Netflix is shutting down Red Envelope Entertainment, their small production unit. This is sad. They’ve put out some good films.
Wearable art at the Guggenheim.
The LA Times continues to disintegrate - now they’re folding their book section.
Oh hey, my article on One Million Monkeys Typing from the July issue of Paste made it onto the website. You can read it here.
Well, I’m back at work today, after a not-nearly-long-enough vacation at home. We went to the Coney Island beach and ate mangos; finished Six Feet Under; watched A Streetcar Named Desire, Lust, Caution, Hellboy 2 (apparently I just don’t like Del Toro), and a lot of The Simpsons; ate at home a bit; did our laundry; and basically tried to stay as low-key as possible. I also had H.G. Wells’ Tono-Bungay to read for class on Monday night, which I finished just in time.
We also dropped by the Apple store yesterday to see if we could get iPhones. Let me back up here; I haven’t planned on getting an iPhone, since I have a Blackberry (for work) and a cell phone and both work perfectly well, and I’ve become increasingly averse to bandwagon-jumping in my old (snort) age. Tom, on the other hand, really has a legitimate business need for a data phone, and after copious amounts of research, he concluded that an iPhone would be the best bet. So, he has been planning to get one. After running the numbers and taking into account a few as-yet extenuating factors, we realized that it would be cheaper, in the long run, for us both to jump to AT&T and get iPhones (8GB for me, 16GB for him) now, rather than waiting and keeping a contract with both companies.
So then, yesterday - you know, four days after the device’s release - we arrived at the Apple store only to find the line wrapped around the block and stretching several more blocks north. Yeah. Right. We popped by the AT&T store, which didn’t have any phones and said to come back in the morning. It’s across from my office, so we went by early this morning and waited until they opened. They don’t have any iPhones, they don’t know if they’ll have any iPhones today or indeed any other day. By this point, I was getting frustrated, envisioning my life in the next few weeks as a futile attempt to get an iPhone. Solution: we ordered them. Should have them within a week. Shiny new gadgets, woohoo.
Far more information than you wanted to know. But I’ll bet a few bucks that the iPhone craze in New York is more ridiculous here than anywhere else. Anyone have similarly insane reports?
I have a scarily long and sordid to-do list this week, mostly due to a concentration of articles and papers in the near future. But tonight, I am taking my reading to Central Park for the Philharmonic’s other concert in that park (they were in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park last night). Tom is meeting me with a blanket, a bottle of wine, and some food. Tonight they play Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto No. 1, Beethoven’s Symphony No. 4, and Sibelius’s Finlandia. Lang Lang is the pianist. Hopefully we can get near the front, since it’s just the two of us.
A few collected links:
- From Papercuts, the NYTimes book blog: The Perfect Novel
- New rules about shooting on New York City streets.
- The Knitting Factory, a Lower East Side institution, is heading to Brooklyn and westward.
- Why more authors should be blogging.
- The aesthetics of buzz in the dining room.
- Art in the Berkshires. First stop: The Clark Art Museum, in Williamstown, Massachusetts. I grew up about forty minutes away from here, on the New York side, but didn’t spend too much time in the museum, unfortunately. Williamstown is great. If I’d been thinking harder, I probably would have tried to go to Williams College.
- The monster collection of Moleskine tips, tricks, and hacks, especially useful for Moleskine newbies. I own too many Moleskines.
Actors union ratifies deal with Hollywood studios
I know most of you don’t make your livelihood through the entertainment and media businesses, but if you don’t mind sending up prayers and/or good thoughts that this all gets sorted out soon, the rest of us would appreciate it. Nobody really wants to deal with this again.
There’s a short piece in the July issue of Paste, which subscribers will receive any day, on One Million Monkeys Typing, a “collaborative writing project” on the web. I wrote the piece for the magazine, and then Tom - who is an avid “monkey” on the site - wrote the first piece of the story which was “planted” by Paste on the Million Monkeys site. You can
go there to check it out, join the site, and add to his story: Missing Marcus Mystery.
The NY Times has a report on the N.E.A.’s study of working artists (including architects and designers) in the United States.
Interesting tidbits:
- “More Americans identify their primary occupation as artist than as lawyer, doctor, police officer or farm worker.”
- “More than one in four artists live in California and New York, where their sheer numbers are overwhelming compared to the artist colonies in other states.”
- “Overall, artists make more than the national median income.”
Dana Gioia’s comments are interesting as well.
Short article about The Cult of Sincerity in the printed version of WORLD Magazine this week, which you can see most of online. Note the photo credit. :)
I skim a lot of blogs relating to arts and culture during the day, and things catch my eye, but I hate to repeatedly blog little links here. I’ve been experimenting with Tumblr and I think it’s the right way to do it, leaving this blog for stuff that’s actually about us (hence the name, right?).
Ergo, I give you Culture Log.
I’ll be blogging several links and quotes and things per day that I find interesting. It’s all completely subjective. Tumblr doesn’t provide commenting features, which I’ve fallen progressively more out of love with anyhow, and it makes it very easy to quickly blog all kinds of media. Culture Log has an RSS feed, so feel free to subscribe . . . or not. This is mostly for my own edification and for anyone else who wishes to look over my shoulder and see what I’m reading.
Hats, Coat, and Thick Skin Only - an excellent article on being a writer and developing a healthy attitude toward criticism from editors.
This will be my fourth summer living in New York - oh, my word - but you might be shocked and mildly appalled to know that in all that time, I’ve barely made use of the wonderful free things that go on here in the summertime - just a Philharmonic in the Park concert in 2006, and some of Midsummer Night’s Swing last year in Lincoln Center (which was not free).
So, I’ve put a lot of the more amazing things I’ve found going on around town, from classical music to free film screenings to rock and folk and readings. Highlights include:
• Readings by Richard Price and Junot Diaz
• Several free NY Philharmonic concerts, in Prospect and Central Parks
• Chris “formerly of Nickel Creek” Thile’s amazing band, Punch Brothers
• Lots of great outdoor movies
• The Philip Glass ensemble, Ailey II, and Beth Orton in Prospect Park
• Wilco in McCarren Park (sadly not free)
I’ll be constantly updating, so feel free to bookmark!
Lovers of good film and music: there’s a great article on Largo, the Los Angeles music/comedy club beloved of people like Sean & Sara Watkins, John Brion, Fiona Apple, Aimee Mann, and Paul Thomas Anderson, in this week’s New Yorker. The whole thing isn’t online yet, but keep an eye out.
Ann Conway writes about venturing outside your own kind at the Image Journal blog. Something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.
• The NYTimes Reading Room “blog” is discussing Housekeeping by Marilyn Robinson next. Seriously, whoever’s picking the books over there has impeccable taste. They’ve already done War and Peace and The Moviegoer this year, among others.
• Small Cool Apartments, one of the more inspirational ideas for those of us who live in places the size of most people’s living room (and love it), has been on for a while at ApartmentTherapy.
• If you’re in New York, or even if you’re not, you can still catch Patrick Stewart in Macbeth, because it’s moving to Broadway! We saw it at BAM and it was astounding.
• The New York Philharmonic is playing a free concert on Governor’s Island this summer, and by george, I’d be there, but I just checked the calendar and we’re supposed to be seeing Les Liaisons Dangereuse, starring Laura Linney, that night. Hmm. Also, how cool is it that everyone will have to take a ferry?
• Poets.org says to celebrate Poetry Month by bringing a piece of poetry to your place of worship.
• And lastly, join about 6,000 other people and go watch The Cult of Sincerity. You’ll be glad you did.
This brief post by Jason Kottke about the newly announced MacPros made me laugh.
Mmm, 15,000 RPM omelettes!
Blendie, the blender that works only when you growl at it. Link includes video. I think this would be really useful in, say, an alarm clock that turns off when you growl at it. Or something. (via kottke)
Rob Long, TV writer guy and the man behind one of my favorite KCRW podcasts, Martini Shot, has a blog.
I missed the National Book Award finalists reading not, as I thought, because I had other plans that night, but because it apparently was last night and not Monday night. But it sounds like it was a real ruckus.
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Jeffrey Overstreet has a great interview with Sara Zarr, a nominee for the 2007 National Book Award for her book Story of a Girl, at his newish site, The Eagle and Child.
She says a lot of great things about writing during the interview, but this particularly caught my eye:
Overstreet:
Do you think that faith makes you a different writer? Do you see connections between your spiritual convictions and your writing?
Zarr:
This kind of goes back to your question about the flaws and redeeming qualities in my characters. My understanding and experience of faith involves a compassionate and gracious God, who is also just. If I’m the creator and god of my own little universe of characters, I want to be compassionate, gracious, and just, too. Which means seeing realistically the flaws in each character, while also seeing their potential for good. The justice comes in when it comes to consequences of things characters do and say. I don’t pretend to understand how it all works on a theological level in real life, but it seems that sometimes God lets us experience consequences to their full effect, sometimes he softens the blow, and sometimes he shields us completely. So all those things are options for me in a story . . . as the all-powerful creator of my little world, I get to orchestrate things so that my characters, who I love, get to experience grace. I love that about writing, and I don’t think I’d be that kind of writer if that’s not how I saw and experienced my own faith.
Yes, yes, yes.
I got the following press release from Paste today:
NAME YOUR PRICE!!
PASTE Magazine Subscriptions On Sale For, Well,
Whatever You Want…“the best among American music titles”
– The Wall Street JournalDecatur, GA (October 29, 2007) – Beginning today, and continuing for the next two weeks, PASTE magazine will be offering one-year subscriptions—and readers can name their price! New subscribers can sign up, and loyal subscribers can renew online at www.pastemagazine.com for a minimum payment of $1, though all are encouraged to pay what they think the subscription is worth. Anyone paying more than the $19.95 PASTE typically offers for a one-year (11-issue) subscription will be thanked in print, in a future issue of PASTE.
The campaign came about from a casual conversation at the PASTE offices discussing the recent Radiohead campaign and the Jim Collins book, Good to Great. “We were curious to know what our customers thought we were worth. And what better way to find out, than to let them tell us,” explained PASTE President/Publisher Tim Regan-Porter. “While it’s certainly a bit unconventional, we also see it as a chance to get our product in the hands of people who could become lifelong fans. It’s been our experience that once people become familiar with PASTE, they turn into loyal readers,” added Regan-Porter.
Interested readers can order multiple subscriptions to PASTE, as long as there is a valid mailing address, so even gift subscriptions are encouraged. Each issue of PASTE comes with a CD sampler, so one subscription will give you 11 CDs of great music, in addition to the award-winning writing and entertainment coverage.
Voted “Magazine of the Year” by the PLUG Independent Music Awards for 2006 and 2007, and having won the Grand GAMMA Award (along with 4 Gold awards and 1 Silver award) at the 2007 GAMMA Awards, Paste is rapidly emerging as the go-to source for music and film aficionados.
Paste magazine is one of the fastest growing independently published entertainment magazines in the country, recently named “Magazine of the Year” at the 2007 PLUG Independent Music Awards. Providing thoughtful analysis on the best in film, books and other aspects of popular (and alternative) culture, Paste is the premier magazine for people who still enjoy discovering new music, prize substance and songcraft over fads and manufactured attitude, and appreciate quality music in whatever genre it might inhabit. Now in its sixth year, Paste has grown quickly with international distribution in over 12 countries. Paste is available on newsstands all over the U.S. and Canada. www.pastemagazine.com
Occasionally I wish we had TV; yesterday it was because I was watching ALCS Game 7 on MLB’s Gameday website and pounding the couch because the connection kept dying and the page wasn’t refreshing fast enough. If you haven’t been reading my blog long, you might not have suspected that I come from a long line of Red Sox fans, of the rabid Southie variety. So last night was exciting.
Also? This is nuts.
Hello, internets.
It’s suddenly become very busy around here; Tom’s shoot started today (he was up by 4:30am and may be home by 9pm) and runs almost until Christmas, and my list of projects and deadlines is growing.
I’d been avoiding pitching articles for a while this summer, and considered leaving off until the New Year, but that’s basically been thrown out the window (be careful when you ask the Almighty for guidance) and I’m happily and slightly frightened-ly staring at my list of deadlines. Since I hope and plan to be in grad school in January, and to continue in grad school for roughly a decade, I guess my nice restful post-college era is coming to an end. It’s been fun, but we all know that I prefer to live dangerously.
I went to Barnes & Noble on my lunch break and splurged on the recent issues of two magazines I’m ashamed to have not read previously - Poets & Writers and Blueprint (which I resisted because of the Martha Stewart connection but opened and loved immediately). They’ve gone on my wishlist and I’m awfully glad to have them in my tote bag.
I’m seeing some friends from college on Thursday night - people with whom I spent a lot of time during various high-stress times (student orientation, senior capstone . . .). I’m excited about that. I never really meant to ditch RPI entirely; it’s just that nobody I knew from the class of ‘05 moved to NYC with me. Since then, that’s changed, and I’m glad.
A lot of my internet poking-around activity in the last year has involved trying to hunt up a good website for logging my books. Chainreading wasn’t interactive enough, LibraryThing didn’t have the features I wanted, and I had trouble finding anything that worked exactly as I wanted. But I finally took a look at Goodreads recently, and I’m hooked. It’s excellent. Here’s my page - add me, if you have an account!
This right brain/left brain test is fascinating me. Apparently most people would see the dancer turning counter-clockwise; I see her turning clockwise, and I can’t even make it reverse. Perhaps I’m more strongly right-brained than I thought. (HT: kottke)
Update: Oh wait, I made her reverse. By thinking about math problems. And now I can suddenly make her switch off by concentrating on thoughts of colors vs. number or punctuation. FREAKY.
Pygmalion was quite good, and I can heartily recommend it for anyone in New York . . . if you can get tickets. Claire Danes is going to lose her voice from it, but she and the rest of the cast are delightful, and Jefferson Mays is as far from Rex Harrison’s Henry Higgins as you can really get (and more believable because of it).
Saw Eastern Promises on Saturday. It’s graphically brutal and bloody in a few choice spots (I closed my eyes). However, not only is David Cronenberg a confirmed genius (storytelling, the look of it, everything is just so interesting), but Viggo Mortensen has finally reached the upper echelon of my personal list of great living actors, playing a member of the Russian mafia in London with completely convincingly and without any hints of Aragorn. Not for the faint of heart, though.
We met with friends who are in from Scotland for their first trip to the US. (NYC is a very weird place to go on a first trip to the US, too.) We brought them out to Brooklyn, and after they got lost and then found again, we had dinner at Miracle Grill (southwestern American), then dessert at the Cocoa Bar. They were intrigued by the discovery of blue corn, which, we informed them, does indeed grow in the US and does not involve food coloring. Who knew?
On Sunday, the Village Church had our annual outdoor service in Washington Square Park:
It was actually the first one I’d gone to, and it was a lot of fun. Perfect weather, plenty of people dropping by to listen in, and some really good discussion during the question & answer time. It’s so good to hear people asking civil questions and giving civil answers in a public forum, you know?
Afterwards Tom and I went to see Across the Universe, which was a giant disappointment and probably not worth your ticket money unless you’re really, really into Julie Taymor or the Beatles. The acting was ok, and the music was totally re-imagined and therefore fun to listen to, but the story and script were so bad that it was dead in the water. I think she was trying to make an extended music video, but . . . it wasn’t. It’s quite lovely to look at, but wait and rent it. (And most of the people walking out of the theater were saying that as well.)
Tomorrow night we’re seeing Flight of the Red Balloon in press screenings at the New York Film Festival. We’ve only just seen another of Hsiao-hsien Hou’s earlier films (the lovely and meditative Cafe Lumiere) and saw Three Times last year when it was in theaters; this one is actually in French and stars Juliette Binoche.
On a non-movie note, we had some standing credit at the local Community Bookstore (they have the best fiction section EVER), and Tom went by the other day and brought home Annie Dillard’s new book The Maytrees and an older Lorrie Moore book, Anagrams. Can’t wait to tackle them.
Lastly, we were introduced to this last night while having dinner with our friends Victoria and Sam. Enjoy.
Looks like we were ahead of the Times. (Haha). (via Angela)
I’ve been a little obsessed with the story in this week’s double issue of the New Yorker about high-flying wine counterfeiters since I read it last weekend. I think it’s a great story. (A great movie?)
Anyhow, if you’re not a subscriber, you can now read it here.
Starting in 1980, Rodenstock began holding lavish annual wine tastings, weekend-long affairs attended by wine critics, retailers, and various German dignitaries and celebrities. He opened scores of old and rare wines, all provided at his own expense, and served in custom-made “Rodenstock” glasses that were supplied by his friend the glassmaker Georg Riedel. Impeccably dressed, wearing stylish Rodenstock eyeglasses and shirts with stiff white collars, he bantered with guests, exclaiming, over an especially fine bottle, “Ja, unglaublich! One hundred points!” He was punctilious about being on time, barring latecomers, and when serving older wines he banned spitting, which prompted some guests, alarmed at the number of bottles they would be sampling, to hide spittoons in their laps. “You don’t spit away history,” Rodenstock admonished them. “You drink it.”
Rodenstock made no secret of having discovered the Jefferson bottles; on the contrary, the record sale to Forbes had made him a celebrity in the wine world. In the spring of 1985, he would later explain, he received a phone call about an interesting discovery in Paris, where someone had stumbled upon some dusty old bottles, each inscribed with the letters “Th.J.” Rodenstock refused to reveal who had sold him the bottles, but apparently the seller did not realize the significance of the initials. “It was like the lottery,” Rodenstock said of the experience. “It was simply good luck.” He would not say how many bottles there were—in some accounts, it was “a dozen or so,” in others, as many as thirty. Nor would he disclose the address in Paris where they were discovered.
Terra Nova Church, in my hometown, is co-sponsoring two really awesome events at the end of September during Abolition week, including screenings of Amazing Grace and a concert with the wonderful Derek Webb along with Hundred Monkey Theory, a band with many of my Troy-based friends. Read about it here.
Of course, it’s the one weekend we have plans so far that month (it’s family weekend at my brother’s college, which will be awesome in its own right), but if you’re in the area you should definitely check it out. Derek almost never gets up into the northeast, and he has a lot of good things to say.
Tornadoes apparently touched down in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, which is south of us. (Read about it here and here on Gothamist.) I woke up around 5:00 am and saw the rain and lightning, but by the time I got up a few hours later, it wasn’t raining at all. It is unbearably muggy, but I still went running. Everything looked fine in my neighborhood.
Took me an hour and a half on the train to get to work, though, because of the flooding on the tracks (see above). Glad I got in an air-conditioned car. A co-worker apparently ended up on a bus early this morning, wherein he saw a tree uprooted that subsequently hit the bus, and then moved on to hit an apartment complex. Lovely!
In other news, Tom got to come home last night, though he promptly had to go out and exchange cars with another production assistant because - well, let’s just say, Tom runs a tight, efficient, organized ship when he’s an assistant director, but not everyone does.
He finally got to bed around 1am and was back up at the crack of dawn to pick up actors and bring them out to the set in NJ. Last I heard from him, he was looking for directions that didn’t involve the congested BQE, but I had no internet (Verizon DSL is completely useless when the sky is cloudy, so imagine it during a tornado) and couldn’t help him. We’re glad this job isn’t for much longer.
I’ve nearly finished White Teeth, by Zadie Smith. And I’m actually rather enjoying it. I think it would make much more philosophical sense if I were a) British and b) older, but it’s a thoroughly entertaining book. I really like her style of writing.
I’m planning to take a copyediting class (non-credit) at NYU this fall. Work pays for it because it’s directly related to my job. I’m actually really looking forward to it. I’ve been out of college for more than two years now, and the last class I took at NYU was in spring 2006, and, well, I’m a geek and I love classrooms. And I’m trying to stop doing any more web development (much too stressful of a freelance job when you have a full-time job) and perhaps work on short-term copyediting projects instead. So if you have a project, contact me! ;)
Two luscious food blogs I’ve enjoyed for a while: La Tartine Gourmande and Food & Paper.
And lastly, some recent Flickr favorites.
1. orange, 2. pink toes + rosé, 3. Untitled, 4. new love, 5. thirsty for rain, 6. where the purple thistle grows, 7. going crazy, 8. Julie, 9. Attente du Tour de France, 10. #02 stand in a row, 11. #03 until the small hours, 12. cherry blossom / cerisier, 13. Time for fresh juice, 14. Untitled, 15. Untitled, 16. Tomato Salad, 17. Agapanthus africanus, 18. Untitled, 19. gutter, 20. on the street, 21. far, 22. #03 in cycles, 23. lingering, 24. towards the sky, 25. flores
This is among the best publicity stunts I’ve ever seen. (via Jeffrey Overstreet)
Kate Spade has, of all things, a really cool bookshelf thing on their website. I can’t explain, just check it out.
This article (”Searching the Alps for Haute Comfort Food”), in the Times, actually had me salivating. The first bit:
THE first thing to do with a tartiflette is to ease your fork through the crust of cheese. If the casserole is done right, that cut will release a whiff of milky steam infused with a suggestion of onion and garlic.
The best moment, though, comes with a perfectly proportioned forkful. A chunk of cream-soaked potato and a smoky bit of lardon will be married with a smooth coat of reblochon — cheese made from the milk of one of three breeds of French cows that march to Alps meadows in the spring and return to hay-filled barns in the winter.
Spent the weekend upstate with my family, celebrating my brother’s 18th birthday (which is actually today), Mother’s Day, all that good stuff. For me, going home is relaxing, just reading, talking, eating out on the deck, hanging out with people that I’ve known all my life - much-needed rejuvenation.
We got home from Albany late last night and finished watching L’Avventura, which I tried and failed to enjoy. But I get the point, I think. All desolation and loneliness and lack of meaning. Still, I don’t have to like it.
Moving on. I’ve had the delight of reading Mystery & Manners, a collection of essays by one of my all-time favorites, Flannery O’Connor. I’ve read nearly all her fiction - one of the prouder accomplishments of my life was finishing her Complete Stories - but Mystery & Manners is flooring me with its incisiveness and discernment and wit. I’m pretty sure that all Christian publishing houses should mandate that their editors and writers read this book before they are allowed to get their first check. It would certainly cut down on the crap that gets published.
I’ve also been reading The Hidden Art of Homemaking by Edith Schaeffer (wife of Francis), a book I’ve encountered many a time but apparently never read. It’s not about homemaking so much as pursuing artistic, aesthetic, creative living in every facet of existence. And it’s a gentle read.
I love early summer. Iced tea, fresh vegetables, strawberry lemonade, eating bread and cheese and prosciutto and wine on the roof, sleeping with the windows open, the trees that bright green before the leaves mature, jazz floating up from the apartment below us. Nothing like it.
Short notes.
• Do you know, I’d never heard about the planned arts & culture library that was planned for the area around BAM - near where we live - but I’m sad that it looks like it’s being abandoned. What a cool idea for the neighborhood! I especially like this quote from the chairman of cultural planning for the Downtown Brooklyn Partnership:
“I always had this crazy vision of Brooklyn being the Left Bank of New York,” he (Harvey Lichtenstein) added. “It’s not so crazy anymore.”
• In case you haven’t heard all the buzz, Darren Aronofsky (Requiem for a Dream, Pi, and the recent The Fountain) is working on a screenplay about Noah. That Noah, yes. His story has always struck me as one of the weirder ones in the Bible, and I’m very interested to see Aronofsky’s take on it.
• Think New Yorkers walk fast? You should check out Singapore, apparently, or even Dublin. (I personally think New York is #8 only because we get slowed down by the tourists. Don’t hate me.) via kottke
• This, to me, smacks simply of the stupidity of some people. The apparent assumption that bottle-generated tans are going to “protect” you from the sun maybe just means people need to be better educated about the skin’s relationship to the sun. D’oh.
• We watched Jurassic Park last night over a jointly-concocted dinner of curried chicken salad and white wine. It was my first time. If you recall, at the beginning they’re excavating a dinosaur and there’s a skeptical, scary little kid who needs to be educated about the dangers of velociraptors; I had this sudden, apparently disconnected thought about the old McGee & Me movies. (Remember those?) Lo and behold, that kid WAS in McGee & Me. I think he was that poor kid that got picked on at school that Nick befriended. My brain, it is frightening.
• In weirder deja vu movie news, Terry Bozeman, who played Sarah & Nick’s Dad on the aforementioned McGee & Me, now has a recurring role on Desperate Housewives.
• I woke Tom up this morning; one of the first things he said was, “Do you want to go see The Coast of Utopia tonight?” Most people probably don’t decide to go to three-hour epic theater productions about Russian intellectuals on the spur of the moment, but we’re clearly “special”.