World-Class Parathlete Kimberly Fawcett: : Runner Par Excellence

NOW TELL ME  WHAT'S YOUR  LAME EXCUSE for not running. 

Meet   Kimberly Fawcett,   Canadian  parathlete and  slambang Bad Ass  Big Mama lording it up in the world of  parasports   who  simply rocks:  running through the great outdoors of beautiful nature in Winnipeg, Manitoba   with one good leg and an artificial limb,   enjoying every minute and getting ready for more of  her upcoming personal conquests   in the world of parasports. 

This June and July,  she has  just  finished  breezing  through a trio of events :   the PATCO Triathlon Pan American Championships in Dalls, Texas,   the ITU  Chicago World Parathriathlon Event,   and  most  recently  last July 19th,  the Magog ITU  World Z Parathriathlon Event .

So who's saying she has some disability problems ?

Nobody can stop her. 

She's revving up for more  menacing  heft for  this upcoming late August 2014 event:  the ITU World Triathlon Series which " features world-class events all around the globe in which elite triathletes compete annually to become the ITU World Champion...  Edmonton will once again serve as host for the TransCanada Corp. World Triathlon Grand Finals ...  (an event which  will bring together athletes of all abilities, from rising phenoms to established veterans, Olympic medallists to weekend warriors."

What an amazing woman:  Fawcett fought through all the storms in her life and emerged victorious. And she made it seem so easy  exhibiting  her  strut-your-stuff  swag and chutzpah   like it's the most natural thing to do.


Being part of the Canadian Forces military, a career path she took to naturally being born to a family of  military folks,  she figured in an  accident in 2006  ironically  during her rest time with family when she was stationed  in Kingston -- in between her  wartime assignments.

She was walking home  and held her nine-month-old baby Kieran  when a reckless car driver broke loose and struck the mother-and-baby passers-by,   dragging the two underneath the vehicle,  and when the car came to an abrupt stop,   she was thrown to a concrete barrier ,  and her baby was also thrown from her arms.   It was a  life-changing memorable nightmare,  but the horrifying scenario  failed to paralyze her,  and further gave her more strength and courage to continue on what she wanted to do.

  
Fawcett  was unfazed and resilient: she continued her military career, ventured into  elite parasports  via  sitting volleyball, swimming , parathletics and paratriathlons  --- and  later bagged  two bronze awards  when  she competed in  two  World Paratriathlon Championships  held in Budapest in 2010, and in Beijing in 2012.     Her husband Curtis, also a Canadian soldier like her and a fellow accomplished triathlete,  supports her and helps her in  her training for the competitions,  bringing a picture of their baby Kieran in each competition   to serve as her inspiration.  

Fawcett shares:    "Everything I do is in memory of him. When I came back from Budapest, I brought the medal to his grave and took a picture of it hanging on his grave marker. It was my way of celebrating it with him.   I can't tell you how many times he's been on my shoulder encouraging me to go on. If I didn't have that, I don't think I'd be able to keep going."

But it wasn't a  smooth ride:  the  period of  rehabilitation and recovery  was  a long and winding and arduous road,  and while  the rehab staff  aimed to make her functional,  Fawcett was aiming to be  exceptional.  The parasport  world looked alluring for  her ,   and  everything fell into place with  "angels"  helping her on her way to recovery  via  Penguins Can Fly Founder and swim coach Vicki Keith  who helped her become a brilliant swimmer,  and  further exposure to  the Wounded Warriors Program and the Challenged Athletes Foundation established her final resolve on her direction and destination.   

The raves  are endless,  talk about  bravura and  irreverent  swagger  and  courage-beyond-fear all rolled into one.  Simply overwhelming. 

Fawcett  holds an   officer position  in the Royal Canadian Air Force and  dubbed  as  an  "up-and-coming  national-level athlete in both paratriathlons  and paraathletics,  "pushing the boundaries of what was thought possible for people with disabilities."  She is leading at the forefront  of  parasports programs     ,  being the founder of  the Canadian Forces Injured Soldiers Network  -- and recognized as the first Canadian Forces member with an amputation to be deployed in the war in Afghanistan.

Fawcett,  touted as  an "excellent motivational speaker with a great story to tell",  is  leading the pack and  at the  the \helm as  founder  of  the ParaAthletes of Canada (PAC). Its mission:   "to provide opportunities and support for people with physical mobility challenges to pursue competitive or recreational sports for life.  Joining the PAC is to believe  that all sports in Canada should immerse and include athletes of all abilities in elite, competitive and recreational activities and who believe in living life without limitations."

In October 2012, she bagged  one of the biggest laurels for her:  earning the coveted title of  CTV 2012 Amazing Person of the Year.  And nobody could be more deserving. 

Fawcett tells her story like it is: 

"It was an honor to say the very least , and it was completely unexpected.  The event was awesome, and the CTV organizing committee did an absolutely fantastic job of putting this event together.  We started off the evening at my place.  A bottle of Rose Moet and Chandon,  and  later we all  jumped into the car and headed to the Ottawa Convention Centre.   What an  amazing location!     We were greeted by a "Red Carpet" moment!   We were welcomed, ‘pinned’ and then photographed.  Champagne was overflowing  here,  and so,  of course we had to drink again! "

" It was a  very  nice reception,  and at the ballroom,  we sat at the Elizabeth Taylor table  --  since the theme was "Old Hollywood" and each table is named after a  Hollywood star.  With all the  entertainment and events I realized there are  so many talented and gifted people in Ottawa.  Who knew?  Well now I do.  As we began the first course of the meal,  the names of the top five  nominees were announced,  including mine.  Our table cheered as we ate our mushroom soup.  Just in time for the next course about 15 mins later,  CTV then showed the video for each of the top three nominees.  The third video happened to be mine.  My husband  Curtis grabbed my arm, shaking it back and forth in excitement.  I’m thinking to myself "Yahoo!"   I made Top  Three  and was quite happy to just eat my salad."

"Curtis turns his head and says to me, ‘Kim, I really think you should wait to eat your salad until they announce the name’.  I don’t think Curtis and I were on the same page at that point.  I’m thinking I’m starving and I want to eat and that it was a real honour to be named top three , so be happy and let's eat !!  "

"So in pops a spinach leaf and then it happened.   My name was called as the winner !!!  To my delight  --   and horror with spinach possibly stuck in my teeth -- my table screeched with excitement and surprise,   and I tried desperately to swallow the leaf and make my way to the stage.  It was a surreal moment for me.  Nothing I ever expected.   I am up there onstage receiving the  award and I am in complete shock.  I had a smile that was ear to ear,  and not a good smile either with red lipstick.  But who cares.  At that point I was just so honored and so happy, that I could do nothing else but smile."

"People were standing up, shaking my hand and congratulating me left, right, and center and I don’t think I stopped smiling or saying thank you for about the next three  hours.   I can say that I did get a few bites of dinner in me, and I did try and eat a slice of my dessert as a reward in celebration of this honor.  I also got up on the dance floor to jiggy to Gangnam style !!  Many thanks to the organizers, and all of my friends and family, and coaches who have supported these past six years.  A big thanks to the people of Ottawa for their support.  It truly means a lot to me."

And  also on the same month  of October 2012,  another  feather to Fawcett's cap: being inducted into the Canadian Forces Sports Hall of  Fame.     Her  energy  for life,  her positivity,  her  go-getting bravura   garnished  with   devil-may-care attitude   and slambang  courage and enthusiasm  for life   all  make things happen for  her.   And everything  always on large-scale.  


There's  nothing  mediocre for this Wonder Woman. And  you can hear the fireworks  miles away.  



"This came as a complete surprise,  although  I had hoped that one day ,  my name would grace this prestigious  group...  "A special shout out to Eric Schaeffer of A Step Ahead Prosthetics in NYC who helped me learn to live life without limitations.  Eric makes these amazing legs I wear; no more blisters, no more chaffing, no more ripped skin.  Yahooo!! "

"Also a big shout out to my family and my husband Curtis.  What a lot of people don’t know is that my story is not simply about triumph over trauma.   It's   about my relationship with my spouse and how that has grown into what it is today.  We persevered when most couples divorce particularly when it also involves the death of a child.  We did not.  It is because of Curtis and I have triumphed through  perserverence."


Fawcett's  voice reverberates:  her life of  bold audacity and  unstoppable quest for triumph and adventure hurls out inspiration for  everyone. 



"Never let anyone curtail your dreams.  Dare to dream big and then dare to dream to live outside the box.  I did and I do.  I am not mainstream because I choose to ‘make it happen’."

Who's The Boss? Zabosu is "The Boss"

Repost  from  Future Culture:  

ZABOSU  is  Japanese  Katakana   for    "The Boss" ,   coined  by  its proponents drumbeating  with  menacing heft  to    kickstart  the launch  of  having  "remote-controlled humans"  via  4G technology.  That  was  more than thirty days ago when  all the media hype and  the whole shebang  of  press statements abound ,   with much ado  about  this   so-called  Zabosu Project        which  launched an  Internet-based   worldwide  campaign  crowdsourcing funds   for   some  $100,000  at least  --  but apparently  went  pfffffft.     

Technoprogressive  enthusiasts and  kibitzers  are wondering  about  the  silence  after all the  bubbly media hype  for  Zabosu  via   its    Kickstarter campaign for the project,  "a mobile marketplace for remote-controlled humans"   --    and  the  buzz seemed to have mellowed recently   as  enthusiasts  look  for clues if it is going boom or bust.  

  

This may be the second  time  that  Karl Lautman,  CEO  and creator of the  Zabosu  project will be shelving the idea due to lack of funding:   after grinning and bearing it through all the avalanche of  flak from all directions.  From the Kickstarter website, the  project ,after its  July 19 deadline,  had a  very poor finish :   only a total of  31 backers and some  $2985 pledges for funding,  which finally made the project succumb to shelving.

When it was cancelled the first time early this year,  Lautman said that  (the organizers) " had a choice between participating and trying to leverage sufficient PR from it to support our Kickstarter, or passing on it in order to devote an appropriate amount of time to a formal PR campaign ...  When it became obvious that the pitch-off would not offer sufficient leverage, Zabosu cancelled its Kickstarter to  regroup around a proper PR campaign." 

Everbody is now  mum  about the project apparently  shelved for the meantime:  Lautman ,   Kickstarter ( which  helped  promote  Lautman's idea  now   has no promotions at the moment),   and even  the  few backers who may have initially pledged  their  "interest" about the proJect.

Earlier,  the Zabosu proponents were all perky, bubbly and  bright-eyed with  what could be a "breakthrough"  ( many disagree with this)  from the doldrums of the  TaskRabbit    low-tech idea  of having another person do your task for you: whether it be
buying a present for a loved one,    attending a conference at the other part of the world,
 or doing   some  supermarket buying chores. 

“The inspiration for Zabosu came from Justin.tv, a web show in 2007 that followed Justin Kan as he roamed San Francisco with a backpack full of cellular data modems livestreaming audio and video of his life, pretty much 24/7,” says  Lautman.   “At that time, I thought how much more interesting it would be if viewers could talk back to Justin and tell him what to do, but the technology just wasn’t there yet.   When I finally saw 4G cellular networks on the horizon, which are capable of the requisite 1 Mbps upload speed, I began development of Zabosu in earnest.”

Truth is ,   there are  no  "remote-controlled humans"  per se  in this project,  no androids,  no cyborgs,  no computer-to-brain interface  "dictating"  the subordinate on what to do,  no  Stepford Wife  fembots,   no telepresence avatars.   The said phrase  could possibly  be Lautman's idea to  spice up the hype for some  "controversial flavor",  catching the attention  of the  tech  intelligentsia  community.

Simplified:  It's   more like  Skype-to-Skype  between  boss  (the so-called  "zab")  and  the subordinate  (the so-called "zuk")  ,  and  the  "zab"  giving directions  from the office/home,  while the "zuk"  is  out on field doing the task  for the "boss"   ---  all these  with a tweak customized for the Zabosu project.  


The Zabosu  marketing blitz transcended  what was thought of  as a  creepy idea on having  "remote-controlled  humans":   what with its  come-hither allure  for  the  easy-to-impress  EveryMan .  Hear this:

"Hi, Kickstarter! Zabosu’s developed an incredible, almost magical service that lets one person actually take control of another person, anywhere in the world there’s a 4G cellular signal. It’s not quite as crazy as it sounds. The person being controlled, who we call an “Actor,” starts our app and sticks their phone in a pocket (or on a lanyard) with the camera facing out to stream live audio and video of their surroundings."

"The person controlling them, who we call a “Director,” connects to the stream with a web browser to see and hear everything going on around the Actor, from the Actor’s point of view. The Director also speaks to the Actor using the computer’s microphone and the Actor’s earpiece. Because the Director is paying the Actor, the Actor does what the Director tells them to do. The intention, in most applications, is to make the Actor a human extension, or projection, of the Director into whatever environment the Actor happens to be in."

Zabosu Actor PageZabosu Actor Page

Zabosu  App 

Kickstarter further writes: 

"Some of the things we imagine Zabosu being used for are sightseeing, running errands, shopping, virtual assistants, gaming, buying a home, remote tradeshow attendance, and technical assistance. There are also situations where you might want to control multiple Actors simultaneously. Let’s say you’re looking for a new office and there are four candidate spaces. You could hire four Actors and send one to each space, even at the same time, to evaluate all the candidates in less time than it would take you to visit even one. Maybe you’re not looking for an office, though. Maybe it’s a wedding venue. Or, a resort for the holidays. You could even assemble an army of Actors and make a bid for world domination (you'd fail, horribly, but you definitely could try)."

"These are just our ideas, though, and one of the reasons we're using Kickstarter is to find out how others might use Zabosu. In the survey that goes out at the end of the campaign, we’ll be asking you what your plans are for it, so we can better target it for people's intended uses."

"The Zabosu web site will let Directors find and schedule Actors based on relevant characteristics like location, availability and skills. The site also archives the videos, so Directors, Actors and others (we call them “Viewers”) can watch them later."

"It’ll also let Actors (who are independent contractors and not employed by Zabosu) create pages for themselves describing where they’re based, what they’re willing to do as an Actor, what they've specifically done for Directors, and so on."

"ZabosuConnect, the phone app used by the Actor (only Android 4.1 “Jelly Bean” and later at launch) shows them where they are, where they’re supposed to be, what they’re supposed to be doing, and other handy stuff."

"So, what does this have to do with Kickstarter? Well, we’re super excited about enabling fun, valuable and unprecedented human interactions, but just because we think this stuff’s cool doesn't mean enough other people will to make it a viable business. That’s whereyou come in. If we hit our funding goal, we’ll know we’re on to  something awesome  and will keep working at it. The hardest and riskiest parts are already done (the app is fully functioning at this point). What’s left is all stuff the team has done many times before, so we believe we’ll be able to launch by the end of the year."

Karl Lautman,  the main man at the helm of this project,   more  popular with his background as  a sculptor-visual  artist  whose works  have received  some recognition,   could be  just gathering his  seond wind,  or  probably  "third wind"  the next time he dishes out  his ideas  for the  public  to ogle on.

His ideas may be bizarre  or  out-of-this-world, and  he  may say that he is entitled to these  conundrums of   eclectic trends of thought and sudden outbursts  of  unorthodox perspectives.   But  he  remains unperturbed  and  may be hurling  out  more  unconventional  ideas for the  public  --  and the  subsequent  superlatives   coming from all   fronts as usual,   may be  an ordinary  occurrence  for Lautman.  

Lautman writes his statement:

"The power and ubiquity of technology has bred complacency among those who use it regularly (i.e. virtually everyone in the developed world). While most would agree that we should not place too much faith in machines, in reality we can't help taking for granted that the light will go on when we flip the switch, the car will start when we turn the key, the plane won't fall from the sky, .... Yet the capacity of machines to misbehave is endless.  In fact, it's their nature."

Karl Lautman 

"I'm fascinated by this tension between what we want, and expect, a machine to do, and what the machine "wants" to do. I call it "machine tension," or just "McTension." I explore McTension in my work by making things that behave unexpectedly, though not strictly randomly. While the behavior may be easier to infer for some of my machines than for others, they all tend to have an unpredictable (or, at least, difficult-to-predict) element to them."

"Whether it's calculating prime numbers on electromechanical counters, causing falling dominoes to stand themselves up again, or generating organized sequences of clicks on a relay (but at random intervals), the effect is simultaneously familiar and surprising.  Pseudo-randomness isn't difficult to achieve, but also isn't very interesting, so I strive to make my work entertaining, sometimes even whimsical, rather than impenetrable."

   

Sunset Running and Me On This Weekend of Mid-July

TODAY CAN BE JUST ONE OF THOSE ORDINARY WEEKENDS  which pass us by, and  you look back on the date and you say to  yourself, "What  did I do on that day ?"   "What happened with me  on that day "?  

And doesn't it always happen that  we always look forward to weekends,  and when that weekend happens,  you find out that it's just a "Bleah!"  day?
 

Well,  I'm glad this weekend  is  very much different.  Well,  not really different,  I  would say it is "disguised"  as  just another  ordinary day:   I did the laundry,  did some groceries,  went to Church ( well, now that's extra-ordinary )   , everything at a much more slow-down relaxed pace ,   and  your mind  slides through its slowed Alpha state --- more  relaxed,  more  receptive,  and open to  "signals"  and "clues".     

One of my realizations  this weekend is,  yes,  like what Aunty Acid   

has made me realize ,  you should not "wait for a ship at the airport".  It's like yearning for a dream,  or  possibly an  "impossible dream"  to happen, and today  I have made the realization  that reality bites hard.  Big slap on the face,  falling flat  on your  face.

Keep it real,  Lei, just call a spade a spade,   and  stay focused on reality, not on  far-fetched dreams and  rose-colored  clouds  which appeared like heaven but wasn't.

Truth realizations,  like face-smacking slaps  should really hit you hard in the face, and also slam  rock hard on your  intellect and your ego --  to make sure it drives home the point.  It should hurt so  good that  you get your eyeballs rolling like  crazy. The hell it should.    I am bookmarking this Day of Realization.   This is my Transition Time,  slow-down time in between my runs,  and I come across important realizations :)   

To be totally honest,  it has  been  weeks when  I have slackened from my so-called  "sunset running",  and I'm more of a Pinay Sunset Blogger  than a Pinay Sunset Runner.   Simply  because when  I'm writing,  well,  I'm not running (Hahahha) .



My  running shoes  are  "injured"  ,  now suffering from cracked soles  and seemingly  agape mouths,   and  I am  making sure that I have a lot of materials for this blog  -- reading materials  --   before I hit the road again this week.  And so I'm writing this weekend instead of running.


So while my running feet are on hiatus,  it's my fingers doing the walking through the keyboard. Let your fingers do the walking,  Sweethearts.

For the past few months and first half of this year, I've been running through sundowns and sunsets day after day and night  after night,   sometimes running through the wee hours of midnight and early morning  at the very plush Bonifacio High Street   of    Bonifacio Global City  with  the voice  of Rihanna  singing  Rude Boy to my ears,  keeping me  company.

Yes, I would run like crazy :  like it's the only good thing happening in my life that time,  like it's the only thing where I feel no one has any right to meddle with -- they can meddle with my work performance,  with the way I dress ,  with all my  apparent "boo-boos"  in life,  --  but  not with my running.  I have owned it and called it  as  my  World,  where you can watch me but not with judgment this time.    Just stand back and  don't come near,  not in this World of mine. 

I  would  run  through the streets,   passing by  midnight construction workers who are working on the high-rise buildings round the clock  --  and there are hundreds of them working  in the booming business  district of that mini-city  --    and these guys  shouting "Takbo!!  (Run!" ) at me,  so  I would dutifully   acquiesce  to  that heckling jest.  

"Surely, your wish is my command,"  I  would  whisper to myself,  running  faster than ever,   unmindful of the  stares and  looks  of  what seem  like call center employees,  smoking their hearts and lungs away,  and  wondering  what  a crazy  woman like me    -- running  at midnight ---  am doing  ,   crazily running away through the sunset,   not caring  a bit about the time.  

And  sometime  later during my  run,   I would also stop and begin  thinking to myself:  "What am I doing out here?"  

More interestingly ,  I would come across the guys -- the Smelly Runners!   Hark, it's them again!! They  would  come to the park like a  mini-platoon, catching the attention  of  people  warming the benches,   and   they would flex their biceps  and   unclothe themselves out of those sweatshirts and leaving their  black undershirts on,   unveiling their tattoos.   

The Smelly Runners, they're here!  Yes, they would surely  run past me at the park,  perspiration splishing and splashing,  sometimes  their wet yucky arms brushing past my arms and I would  wince at the  smell of the handsome and hunky yet smelly runners.  

They would look good, but they won't smell good.  Don't bet on it.   And at this time when I'm not running,  I  remember  those Handsome Smelly Runners!  

That was a blast:  running through the   Track 30th   Park of  BGC  like there's no tomorrow,  and  of course, after my run,  will be hitting the shower to go to work at  JPMorgan Chase,    and that routine  was almost a  daily occurrence  each week.  

I would reach the office  clad in my sports outfit and   rubber-shoes,  fresh-faced
and glowing  from my exhausting physical activity ,  standing quietly side by side 
at the elevator with  perfumed  office employees of the building  with their  neatly-pressed 
corporate garb and stilletto heels and  pencil-cut  mini-skirts.     

You guessed it:  of course I would get the stares,   I ,  the fitness buff woman past her prime clad in  

sports attire but  trying hard to be the expert in my  long-lost-and-now-found running sport,  reminiscent

of   '70s icon  Olivia Newton John with  leg warmers  screaming her heart out with "Let's Get Physical"  

with its double entendre innuendoes.    And,  I , the eternal  actress of the decade,  would shrug it off 

like it's the most natural thing,   going to the office in  sports attire  and ready to hit the shower, and

acting as naturally as possible.    

And if I get the  extra-extended stare, they get the  La Kalina Stare  :  right back at you. Yes. 

"Anything else that I can help you with, my dear?"  

I would  count this as a blessing:   me , with  my two good and strong legs,   running through Track 30th   with some  16 rounds around the park's block ,  

running  along  a battalion of  runners ---  beginners and longtime runners alike  

--   and  majority  possibly  younger than me.   Clutching a stopwatch on my hand 
while jogging last week,  my personal best for  the 500-meter-run around the park
is considerably a slow  3 minutes and 47 seconds,   but I believe that could be
much better compared to other "returning beginners" to the sport.


Well,  it  is a  blessing because not  everyone has the love for running,   which I have and which I enjoy ;  and  

because  not everyone has two good and strong legs , which I also have and

which help me do what I want to do .   


Further, not everyone has the ability and stamina to run,  which I have.  
Now that's something else, too.

In my  deeper love for the sport,  plus my research on parathletes  --  athletes

with disabilities as having only one leg ,or one arm,  or  some other disability --

I have learned to count my blessings ,  also learned to appreciate what I have and 

not  sulk over what I do not have.   For the things which I do not have,  

I know God  has a  plan  for  me: possibly a  much  better  life awaiting me  round 
the corner,  perhaps? 

It's a mystery,  but what I have is  only   excitement and positivity  to smell that wonderful

mystery  --  which  could only  be something good or something great.  

Early this year I went back to this sport,  which was supposed to be a teenage 

passing summer fling,  but  just like your  other Firsts,  sometimes it goes back

to you.   And it lingers.   And it stays.    

I  was once writing about it that  I am taking up the sport , possibly because I

needed to run and step up and  pick up my pace in the later years of my life,

or possibly  because I needed to hurry  and catch up with  what I have missed

in life  --  either because I may be at such a slow pace,  or was zooming too

fast that I may have missed on it.  Either it passed me by,  or  I passed it by.

Unknowingly.     

And looking back,  then looking forward,  I  see both sides now.  Yes,   whatever happened is wonderful,  whatever is happening is wonderful, and whatever  will happen will be wonderful.  That is  a saying straight from  my former sisters  at  the  Brahma Kumaris      I was a  yogi  for 5 years  doing meditations and remunerative reflections,  and am blessed with  spiritual insights such as these. Another blessing!

I  may have made a lot of mistakes in the past, and may have been doing some recent mistakes,  but it's a good thing that I  am now  wise to see them as they are,  labeling them as "mistakes"  --  meaning  I have now the ability of self-awareness in  discerning  something as a "mistake"  which should not be repeated,  and  moving on from there.  

Famous female runner  Joan Benoit Samuelson    said it best:   "Love yourself, for who and what you are; protect your dream and develop your talent to the fullest extent."  

I sure would take it from here, learning  to love myself more,  learning  to love life more,  and learning to appreciate the people around me more.  And if I  have a hard time  appreciating   the people around me,  then possibly I just needed to  try to have a better understanding of them and of life in general : understanding  life,  understanding people,  and understanding myself  better to  see  all sides  and  tread through life  in  peaceful content and  all-around state of just being  happy and just being.   Just be.  

Life is Good. No matter what.  Just have a  clear understanding of all sides and all angles.  

 And you better believe it.   :)