The Wandering Monkey

I'm working for my old client. Things are going well.
A friend has offered his garage to let me store my car, so I won't have to sell it after all.
The Shanghai apartment deal is moving forward. I found the location on a map and it looks do-able. It's by the Jade Buddah Musuem in the Jin An district. However, the apartment won't be ready until September, so I may hang out in Thailand until then.
When I finally enter China, it may be best to go through Hong Kong. I can secure a type F visa there, and it's good for up to a year. The downside is the extra cost to fly there and stay in a hotel for a few days while the visa is processed. I'd much prefer just go to Shanghai directly, so I'm still looking at options.

I'm in Reno, Nevada, at the Nugget Casino. I'll have dinner here and if I'm lucky at routlette I'll buy a hotel room for the night, too.

Talked to my travel agent today and it looks like a tourist visa is the way to go.

Trying to get ahold of my swing dancer from Shanghai -- have not heard from her in several days and I want to figure out of the apartment deal is going to happen!
Wish me luck at the tables,
-J

On the road again...
Montana has been nice. I have absorbed the clean air and healthy lifestyle. And now I think it's time to get, while the gettin's good. Everything has gone well and I'd like to frame this memory that way.
I'm heading south, through Yellowstone park, eventually to Salt Lake City where I'll probably stay the night. And thence to points unknown.
-J

Fun, fun, fun. It's been a week in Montana, and it's probably the best week I've spent with my mom in... well... recent history. It's been very nice getting re-acquainted. I left Chicago seven years ago and this is the longest we've been together since.

Throughout the U.S., I have said my goodbyes to just about everyone. I have only a few matters to address before I leave. I want to take care of a past client of mine and ensure the work I've done there is all wrapped up. As far as the China visa is concerned, I understand it is not a big problem. And, last, I have decided it's most practical to sell the car after all.

Going abroad has been a complicated process. It's a major life decision, and it's easy to waver. It seems the moment I decide upon one path, another one pops up in my mind. It's hard to figure if I have a new and better idea or I'm just getting distracted.

But now everything is sorting itself out. Montana has been a Godsend. It is so relaxing here. Just what I needed before I ship out.
-J

One major concern about going to China is having a well-prepared exit. What if a bloody revolution takes place? I want to be back in the U.S. within days, watching it all on CNN.

When I leave for China, I'll store my car near the local Montana airport. From there I'll fly to San Francisco and connect to Shanghai with a one-year open ended return ticket. If I decide to return for any reason, I can be back home within a week and there's a car and home waiting for me.

It's going to cost a bit to have this plan. Car storage costs about $500 a year, and there will be minimal car insurance. But it's worth it. I don't want to be in China and feel in any way that it would be difficult to return. There's going to be enough pressure in the first place. If eventually I don't need this plan, I'll just sell the car and be done with it.

The next question is, how will I arrange my visa? There's visitor, student, work, and "formal visit" visa types to choose from. I'm going to ponder this tomorrow.
;-) J

So, last night I had dinner with my mom and stepdad. All week my mom had been talking about going to see a free performance of Shakespeare's "As You Like It". My stepdad and I were still on the fence about this, but we decided to go at the last moment.
The performance was at Chico Hot Springs, the same place that has the natural hot springs heated pool. The play was held outside on a small stage about 15 feet wide. It looked like a pretty typical stage, with a wall behind it that had doors for the players to enter and exit.
The play began, and as it is with Shakespeare's old English, no one could really understand what they were saying. Then, the weather started to get threatening. A few drops of rain fell, waking up my stepdad from his sleep ;-). Then, the wind started blowing. REALLY blowing. I thought the stage was going to flip over. Everyone took shelter in the porch of a nearby building. The actors handled it really well. They kept doing their lines as long as possible, but that began to get comical in its own right. Finally, they stopped somewhere in the third act and covered the scenery and loudspeakers.
To keep us entertained, one of the actors began telling jokes off the top of his head. And he invited people from the audience to do the same. In time, the wind and rain let up, and the audience returned to the lawn.
That actor said, "When we last left 'As You Like It'..." and they took up the scene where they had left off. The audience cheered!
By this time, my ear had grown accustomed to the old English, and I could understand everything the actors were saying. But in the fourth act, the rain kicked in again. The audience made the same mad dash for cover, and the actors scrambled to protect their scenery and audio equipment. One actor took to the center of the stage and shook his fist at the wind and declared, "As God as my witness, we WILL finish this play!!"
They did, finally, to the applause and delight of all.
That evening, I headed out to check out the local bar scene, and I met up with the actors at the Chico bar. I played foosball with the Jester and said hello to the Melencholy Man and the main character, Rosalind. It turned out that with the exception of the Jester, most of them actually lived in the Chicago area.
I spent the night hanging out with them and the locals. I had a good amount of the local brew, Moose Drool. I encourage you to try it if you are ever in the vicinity of Bozeman, Montana.
Cheers to the Montana Shakespeare in the Park players!
http://www.montana.edu/wwwmtsip/

-J

Don't Drink and Blog. Or... Friends don't let friends blog drunk.

Today I went to Yellowstone with my mom and spent the afternoon there. It was the first time we'd spent a day together in a long time. It was very settling.

I'm finding Montana in general to be much more calm than life in Phoenix. But this is very good -- it gives me the focus I need to make plans for my trip. I'm thinking now that Thailand would just be a distraction from my goal. Just like the temptation to purchase a house, I think its just going to pull me away from the things I really need to plan.

What do I need to get to Shanghai at this point? 1) Sell the car. 2) Arrange for a visa, preferably with extended stay. 3) Finalize living arrangements. 4) Decide whether to keep The Jimbo Corporation or fold it. 5) Make plans for health insurance.

I would be completely comfortable getting on the ground in Shanghai without a job lined up, provided these other things were in order. At the moment, my to-be swing dance partner is looking at a 3br apartment which her boyfriend would rent for us. I'd move in there and just play it by ear. My only immediate concern in the first three months would be having my visa extended for long enough. I could spend that time networking, learning Mandarin, and adjusting to the culture.

I think August 15 would be a reasonable E.T.A.
Peace,
-J

Yard work today. And putting up shelves.

I met a person some time ago. We were talking for a while, and for some reason it seemed like we could start telling each other some personal things. We weren't ever going to see each other again. Sometimes its easier to tell your deepest secrets to a person you have never met and will never see again.
That person told me that she had recently tried to commit suicide. I looked at her wrists and I could see the faint criss-crossed scars on them. I'd never have noticed them otherwise. She said she had tried to do this thing to herself, and no one even noticed. I kissed her on the wrists and told her to never do that again.
I know as much as anyone that state-of-mind is something not to be taken for granted. Happiness and comfort and safety can be very elusive in life, and there are moments in which it will not be immediately obtainable. But in such a state of mind you have to find some sort of goal or desire that you wish to fulfill. Then, isn't the risk of taking that chance worth it? Literally, what do you have to lose? This is more or less what I told her.

Ah, finally. I have been blog-neglectful the past several days. I have completed my 1100 mile trip, and I am now in Montana. I am at my folks' cabin on the Yellowstone River. It's a little house, but there's 11 acres around it. There's also no paved road... so my little Corolla would never make it here in the winter snows.
So far so good. I've asked my mom to stop reading my blog while I stay here, so as to prevent dinnertime arguments or comments. Instant blog feeback = bad.
When I arrived it was a touch awkward. I began unloading all of my worldy posessions into the basement, and it looked a touch like I was moving in to stay. But after a while and some discussions, everything is fine now.
So at this phase in my journey I am getting back in contact with my family. I think the most important thing I have learned so far from living with my cousin and now just starting to do the same with my mom, stepdad, and sister is this: they are different types of people than me. They do not think like I do. We are not "two peas in a pod", any of us. We are almost completely different, associated only by history and the tradition of blood relations.
Given that, its been easier hanging with them this time than many times in the past. Plus, the culture of Montana does not hurt, either. Things are very wide open here. Who else has 11 acres, really? The people are not too uptight, and there are some interesting things to do.
Today we:
Got up and went for a two-hour river-rafting ride. Our raft guide was named "Bear" on account of being a bit chubby and having a beard and all. The Yellowstone River is a class 2 rapids, meaning there's virtually no danger of death. Just a few whitecaps where you will most certainly get wet. We jumped out of the raft at one point, at the encourangement of our guide. My sister and I were first. We were just floating down the river, in front of the raft, feet first and paddling to keep lined up. Then, to my surprise my mom jumped in as well. Even futher to my surprise, my stepdad also jumped in, jeans and all.
The view in this area is majestic. Across both sides of the river are wooded mountains, some with just bare patches of snow still remaining at their peaks. There's farmland in narrow fields along the way, and in one spot there was even a hot spring alongside the river. We steered our raft there and warmed our feets in the water.
The trip ended successfully, with no conflicts and fun all around. Afterwards, we quickly checked out part of Yellowstone Park and saw an amazing (and stinky) bubbling geyeser on top a small hill. The hot sulfuric water bubbles evenly down one side of the hill, leaving multi-colored plant life everywhere it flows. The hotest water has white algae-looking plants, while cooler water has orange and even brown.
From thre, we decided to go to Chico, Montana, just up the road. It has a pool which draws its water from a hot spring as well. There's a jacuzzi-type area with really warm water, and an adjoining Olympic swimming pool with warm water. We all swam around there for several hours, got dinner, and here we are now back at the cabin.
It's been a very nice day.
-J

I'm at a truck stop in the middle of Nevada somewhere, east of Reno. They have an Internet terminal here at 25cents per minute (so this will be short).
Burning Man was not too far from here. I went three times, and each time I had fun half the time and I did not have fun the other half. Each time, though, it was a catalyst for change. After my third visit I decided not to go anymore.
Damn catalysts...

It's 10pm, and I'm in San Francisco again. I lived here about a year and a half, so I know my way around the city. I'm waiting for my former Mandarin tutor to get out of work so that we can get some coffee and catch up. I'm going to crash here then take off early in the morning for a two-day drive to Montanta.
I'm thinking of writing a memoir called "California", detailing the seven years I spent here. Roughly, it would go like this:
* Leaving Chicago suburbs
* The drive out
* Arriving in Los Angeles (to be delayed by a bomb threat on my exit ramp)
* Going on to San Diego, where I lived with a surfer for about three months before I ran out of cash.
* Going back to L.A., living with my cousin for a month. On a boat for a month. With a girlfriend for a month. Renting a room from a crazy lady who's house was in front of the Hollywood sign. Getting a job with a computer game company and moving to Brentwood, next to Casey Kasum's daughter, Kerri (see her website: http://www.kerrikasem.com/)
* Hanging in Brentwood two years, then going on to private EDI consulting.
* Up to San Jose, living in Campbell, Mount Hamilton (the House on the Hill), Willow Glen, San Francisco.

What would I write about? What's interesting about my life? Perhaps I could squeeze something good out of the time. I'm sure my mom would like to read, it, anyhow.
-J

Right now I'm in Mountain View, CA, -- the heart of Silicon Valley. I've only seen a few of my friends; many I have not been able to catch. Today I had lunch at Google, which has the most excellent food you can imagine. The Googlers are all very happy monkeys, eating very well, with a gym onsite and a masseuse as well. Google is like the only survivor of the Silicon Valley philosophy. The environment is colorful, people-friendly, and a hotbed for brilliant and hard-working people. All Googlers, once they go they own way, will probably be a unique fraternity, like Harvard graduates. "Oh, you worked at Google!" Kind of like that.
Three years ago I would be drooling at the chance of joining Google, but I don't feel Silicon Valley is the place for me anymore. After this brief stay, I am even more assured in my decision to travel. I've picked up all my furniture, and all my material possessions are in my car. I'm going to try to head out to Montana tonight. I'll probably stop at a hotel in Utah, then arrive in Montana Sunday night. On Monday, I'm going river rafting with the family. My sister will be there, too. She flies back Tuesday, after which I'll hang out with my mom & stepdad.
I'm seriously considering going to Thailand as my first out-of-country destination. I don't have the passion for a new work project, and Thailand would be like the 'spring break' I never had. All my time during high school and college I never did go on a spring break. (I worked at Osco drug or at temp jobs).
I invited a friend to go Thailand as well, and he's considering it. If anyone out there has the time, money, and inclination, please don't hesitate to contact me! The ticket prices are now $550 round trip, and expenses for an entire month would probably run about $600 on the high side. Must depart by July 31. I may opt for a one-way ticket, then just arrange for a flight from Thailand to China when the time is right. I still see China as my eventual destination, proabably around September.
All for now. ;-)
-J

Here's the update. It's been a few days since I could get to a computer.
I left Phoenix and took all my stuff with me. My cousin and I had one last a night on the town. While in Phoenix, I considered purchasing a house. However, I was not completely convinced it made good practical sense. Because I have not decided where I want to live, it just didn't sound like the best possible choice.
I left Phoenix on Tuesday around noon. I drove north to the Grand Canyon, arriving at about 5pm. I entered the park and got out of the car, and the Grand Canyon is quite beautiful. Very colorful, very, very large. I stayed there and watched the sun go down. There were about 100 people in the area with me doing the same thing.
Then, I drove on towards Vegas. As an added bonus, I saw the Hoover Dam about midnight. It's really cool! It looks really modern, which is amazing considering it was finished in the early part of the 1900's. I had no idea I was going to see the dam until I drove right onto it.
When I reached Vegas I visited a few casinos. You know they say Vegas never sleeps? Well, it does. Tuesday at 3am, it's pretty much sleeping. I played a little roulette, met some folks, and drove on towards San Jose. I was getting really tired, so I took a few naps at rest stops.
I finally arrived in San Jose at about 7pm, and I went out with some friends for dinner. Right now I am staying at a friend's place. I'm going to pick up a few things, visit some more friends, then probably head out to Montana where I'll meet up with my family.

I checked with the travel agency. I can get a $799 open-ended round trip ticket from San Francisco to Shanghai at any time. I can say, "I'm leaving tomorrow" and the price is the same. I think I am favoring going to a university for a short term. I think this would give me the most flexibility.
I'm also considering taking a side trip to Thailand, which is very affordable. For what it cost to live in Pheonix I could easily spend as much time in Thailand. My only reservation on this plan is that I don't have anyone to travel with and I don't have much knowledge of good and bad places to go. I think it's worth more research, though.

-J

Well, I just got word from the Suzhou school and they have all their English teachers for the summer program. I'm going to ask for their recommendations for reputable Shanghai schools. And also there is still the option of being a student at Jiao Tong University, which I should apply to as an alternate plan as well.
I'm still going to begin my road trip. I'm taking everything with me just in case I don't swing back through Phoenix again, but I will keep renting the room for the time being so that I will definitely have a place to stay if I need an extra month.

Today is the last day I plan to spend in Phoenix. Tomorrow I'm going to pack up and drive north to Montana, where I'll spend a few days with my folks and my sister, who will also be there. I haven't got all of the details figured out yet, but I may end up just flying to China after a while. I think I've got everything out of Pheonix that I'm going to get, at least for now.
My first option is to take a job a a bi-lingual school inSuzhou, which is 60 miles west of Shanghai. From there, I'd get my bearings, adjust to the culture, and probably take another teaching position in Shanghai after the summer term is up.
It's all been leading up to this point. It's hard not to get distracted, but I think I'm going to pull this off.
-J

Today I talked to my San Francisco Mandarin Tutor on the phone. I had written a letter in Mandarin, and I did not know if it made any sense. So I called her and read it to her. She said it made sense, and that my Mandarin pronounciation had much improved. She said my new tutor must be very good!

I'm at my cousin's house. In the room right now are:
* My cousin
* The other roommate
* The other roommate's girlfriend
* Rick's date
* Bentley (the dog)
* Dave (the dog)
* Jack (the dog)

Sometimes I just want to scream, sometimes I'm as happy as a clam. Moving to Phoenix, well, its a mid-point. I supposed to be gonig to China. But Phoenix is not so bad. Affordable, the women are friendly (I mean they talk to you!) Hanging out with my cousin is key. It's the first family member I've seen on a regular basis in seven years. I chose to separate from my family when I left Illinois. I needed to. I love my family, but they drive me crazy. This is not anything special. But I think everyone is driven crazy in their own unique way. I suppose if we were all crazy in the same way, we'd all technically be sane. Know what I mean?

God is a concept by which we measure, our pain, I'll say it again.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

I don't believe in magic, I don't believe in I-Ching, I don't believe in Bible,
I don't believe in tarot, I don't believe in Hitler, I don't believe in Jesus,
I don't believe in Kennedy, I don't believe in Buddha, I don't believe in Mantra,
I don't believe in Gita, I don't believe in Yoga, I don't believe in kings, I don't believe in Elvis,
I don't believe in Zimmerman, I don't believe in Beatles,

I just believe in me, Yoko and me and that's reality.
The dream is over, what can I say? The dream is over yesterday.
I was the dream weaver, but now I'm reborn. I was the Walrus, but now I'm John.
And so dear friends, you'll just have to carry on. The dream is over.


"God"
John Lennon

Today I worked on my cousin's business plan. His plan was pretty good; I just worked on the formatting and I created the cash flow statement. We put some nice graphics on it, proofread and rewrote it, and as soon as we slap a nice cover on it we're in business.
I met tonight a girl who may be another swing dance student. That would bring me up to six students total, should we proceed with this. Actually, with the gym starting up this could be a good thing. I can hold the initial dance class in the gym. I can cut my teeth on teaching, see how I like it with a friendly audience. Then, if it's good I'll just go with it. I have also considered inviting my Mandarin tutor and her husband to join in as well.
Wan an,
-J

My father's story as far as I know it:
Born in Poland, three siblings. Grew up there on a farm or in a farm community. When World War II began, his own father enlisted in the Polish army and was never heard from again. One day, the Russians came into his town and told his family they had 15 minutes to pack everything they needed and get on a train. He had a younger brother who did not survive the train trip.
My father, his mother, sister, and brother arrived in Russia in a camp. They stayed there for some time, but a manouver by the U.S. State Department got them all technically considered prisoners of war. As such, they gained a status which allowed them to leave the camp.
They and many Poles from the camp travelled by one means or another to many different places. They were in Perisia for a span of about 6 months. They bounced around a few other places, eventually ending up in Mexico where they lived in a Polish community there. They spent many years there, growing up. My father told me at that time you could go to a general store and purchase gunpowder from a bin. They would do so, and use pipe components to manufacture rudimentary guns and shoot them off for fun. I believe the Polish community there had its own school and perhaps some sort of church system.
Around his mid-teen years, the family moved again to Canada, where they spent several more years. Eventually, after quite a long time, they all ended up in Chicago, where as many people know there is a great concentration of Poles.
My father dropped out of high school and joined the army to help support his family. He went on to get his GED and with the help of the Montgomery bill he was the only one in the family to attend college. He eventually got a degree is psychology and went on to work for the Illinois state system treating developmentally disabled people, which he did up to the point of his retirement.

Growing up I never gave too much thought to my father's life. After all, I was just a kid on the block next to another kid and so forth. As an adult I grew to appreciate the profound effects that such an experience brings upon people. And when you consider the challenges put forth before him and what he managed to make out of the entire thing, it's quite remarkable. The family did not plan to come here. They had lost their father and one of their siblings. They knew no language, they had no currency, nor did they have any posessions or especially marketable skills.
During the time when a person would be getting used to their freshman year in high school, my father I suppose had already adjusted to four or more different countries. The frustration in all of this I would imagine arises from trying to then meld into a society. Just try to remember back to your own high school years and the difficulty everyone faces trying to establish a peer group which makes them happy and satisfied. Hard enough in its own right, much less when you don't even have the frame of reference of growing up in the U.S. This was also 1950's America, where race was even more of an issue that it is today. Even when I was growing up, Polish jokes were rampant.

Some days I think how rather lucky that my father's family was in a Russian-occupied area. At the outset of WWII Germany and Russia agreed beforehand to split Poland down the middle. Poland, on its own, was forced to defend itself againt both giants ripping at either side. Poland has never been known for much of an effective army, but what could have been done, really?
Much attention is given to the fact that the Jews got severley harmed in the Holocaust, which is of course true and of course awful. But I have found it amazing to research and discover that the Poles of all sorts in the German areas were killed exactly in the same manner and numbers as the Jews. I found it very disenheartening that so little a deal is made of the Polish deaths in the concentration camps, which numbered three million by my research.
Furthermore, it seems to me the Poles did not organize so well after the war. Not so many high-end professionals, not so many organizations aimed at helping out the Poles, financially or otherwise. I always wondered why this was so.
Anyhow, because my father's family was on the Russian-occupied side, I am here today.
-J

Back!
Spent the weekending San Diego. I used to live there many years ago so I knew my basic way around. I stayed with a friend of mine who lived in Berkeley while I was in the Bay Area. Went with my cousin and a friend of his from the gymnastics gym. The Fourth of July was probably the best I've ever had.
We left at 1:30am from Phoenix and drove all night to San Diego. We arrived at my friend's place at 7:30am, and he was not home, so we just went directly to the beach. We parked, unpacked, and walked to Pacific Beach. It was not too crowded at that time; we set up next to a ping-pong table and obtained beer supplies for the day. It's not legal to drink alchohol until Noon, so we waited.
There were so many beautiful women there it was, as they say, 'off the hook.' I met lots of interesting folks. One guy had a bocce ball set and we joined their tent. I also me some guy who used to be a professional football player. People were calling him Big John, for obvious reasons. Towards the end of the day I put on a t-shirt, which happened to be my Google shirt, and a couple of people came up to me asking if I worked there.
As night fell the fireworks were going. Then, people left the beach, and they also left a LOAD of stuf behind. There were at least 20 tents still set up, plus towels, shoes, blankets, and the aforementioned bocce ball set. My cousin and someone he knew decided it would be a good time to try an inpromtu kickboxing match. They went about two or three rounds. Neat to watch.
So the beaches are FILLED with all sorts of stuff that people had just left behind. We decided to make the world a cleaner place and take some back. We got two chairs, a tent, sandals, size 13 white shoes, two beach chairs, and a beach blanket, all for nada. Beats Wal-Mart.
We finally hooked up with my San Diego friend at about 10 pm. We got to his place, showered up, and had a late meal then went to bed. That was Friday night.
Saturday were up to a slower start, but my cousin's friend begins the day by leading us through a workout. Five sets of 50 push ups, plus various sit ups and ab exercises I'd never heard of. I'm still sore.
To the beach, again, just as good if not better than yesterday. Lots of pretty girls. One of them asked me to marry her, but I lost her about 10 minutes later to another guy. Ah, such is life. I taught Lindy Hop to my cousin and a girl he knows. They want to take lessons now, and I think it's a good idea to warm up before Shanghai.
We went clubbing that night. Hit Maloneys, I danced with nice girl there. In the evening we finally made our way back to my friend's place at about 3am. Sunday morning we woke up, cleaned the house, then tooled around SD for the day. Went to Hillcrest, then to a park where I went to sleep. Donated the beach blanket to the homeless and proceeded along our way home.
I certainly felt that was a well-lived three days.
Peace,
-J

There's another option that has just become available. My friend's mom runs a bi-lingual school in Suzhou, which is 60 miles outside of Shanghai. Her mom wants to know if I can teach an summer session of English there. It would include a very nice place to stay on the campus compound. I'm going to look into it.
Peace,
-J

Today I learned more Mandarin. You can study the pronounciation of individual words, but when it is spoken in a sentence it ends up sounding much more different than you'd think. Because of this, I'm not going to try to study the individual tones any more. My tutor will read sentences to me, and I will repeat them back. I can imitate almost any sound I've heard, and I find this is the best way for learning for me.
It appears now that Shanghai is almost definite. I am excited about this, but it is not without a touch of melancholy. It's a lot to leave behind your country and friends and family. Though I have not lived close to my family for many years, China's obviously going to be further than California.
I now have two places I can stay in China - with a friend of my San Francisco tutor and with a friend of my soon-to-be swing dance partner. I am almost positive I will be enrolling in language school. It's the hands-down winner. Nothing too rigorous -- I just want to be able to speak conversational Mandarin and meet people, and have fun, too. It's one more chance to enjoy the college experience.
I know one guy who's starting a cell phone-related service in China. That may be one possible job. English teacher or tutor would be another possible job. And so I need one more possible job to check the job requirement off my list.
As for friends, this is proving to work out pretty well. My to-be dance partner, a friend of my S.F. tutor's, the Phoenix-area guy who I met through my current tutor, and I would then need two more. I think I can arrange for that.
It takes about a month 'lead time' from the moment I decide to leave to the moment I arrive in China. The biggest reasons for this lead time are 1) applying for a university, 2) getting a student visa application based on an acceptance from a university, and 3) getting cheap airfare. I'd arrive in China a week before classes begin and stay with a friend I have there. Then, once on the ground I can scout out housing options and costs. You really have to visit a place before you can decide if you can live there.
All for now folks. I'm going to San Diego this weekend for the Fourth. I will blog if I can find an open computer somewhere.
Fishizzle my nizzle,
-J