On a typical day in British Columbia, over 7,000 people will go to the hospital. For many, it will be uneventful, and they'll go home the same day. For others, it will be a sudden and unexpected change to their health. And for some, it may be the last few hours or days of their life. The end of life is a difficult time. But even more so if someone is unconscious or unable to express their wishes about the care they would want to receive. Families are often unaware of the individual's wishes for health care treatment and if the person's chances of getting better or dying are uncertain, the family may be confused about whether life support or other medical interventions are the right thing to do. On September 1, 2011, British Columbia's laws were changed. Now people have more options regarding health care decisions in case they ever become incapable of expressing their wishes or deciding for themselves. This process of expressing your wishes about health care decisions ahead of time is called advanced care planning. When you need health care, the health care system will look after you. Health care treatments are based on medically appropriate choices of care. That means your doctor will assess you and offer the choices that are right for you. Advanced care planning gives you the opportunity to think about your future health care decisions and talk them over with your family and health care providers. It lets you identify which treatments you consent to or refuse based on your own beliefs, values and wishes. And if you want to choose someone in particular to make health care decisions for you, should you become incapable, you can do that with BC's new Advanced Care Planning Guide. Step 1, download the Advanced Care Planning Guide and Workbook. If you need help finding it online, call Health Link BC at 811. My voice expressing my wishes for future health care treatment is available on the seniors BC website or in hard copy from your regional health authority. You can use it to learn about advanced care planning and also to make your own advanced care plan that will serve as your voice in the future. Step 2, have family conversations about your beliefs, values and wishes. Every Advanced Care Plan starts with conversations between you and your trusted family members or friends. It may feel hard to get started, but usually the people who care about you will understand the need for these conversations. Think about the things that give your life meaning, any spiritual beliefs you may have and the values that are important to you. Talk about how sudden or chronic illness might affect your quality of life and how you might feel under different circumstances of health. I'm an athlete, physical movement is a big part of who I am. I wouldn't want to be kept alive by a machine. My life has changed a lot since my stroke, but I still have my family, a dog, getting out. Things that matter. Step 3, decide what treatments you will or won't accept and note them in the guide. It's important to think about when you might want to accept life-supporting interventions, things like breathing machines or feeding tubes. You should also think about when you might prefer not to have life-support or life-prolonging intervention. My religious beliefs don't allow me to accept lead transfusions. That's something I wouldn't do, but I would definitely accept pain relief to keep me comfortable. I have kidney disease that seems to be getting worse, but as long as I can get outside with my family, I want the doctors to keep me growing. My doctor says I have the beginnings of dementia, so I want to make my future health decisions now when I can still think for myself. What if you need healthcare and are unable to express your wishes or make decisions and you haven't named someone to make healthcare decisions for you? In that case, your healthcare provider will choose a temporary substitute decision maker from the significant people in your life. The order in which people are approached is set out in BC law. If you have a spouse, including same-sex or common law, that person will be asked to make decisions for you. If that person is unavailable or unwilling, your healthcare provider will ask any one of your children, a parent, a brother or sister, a grandparent, a grandchild, someone related to you by birth or adoption, a close friend, or someone related to you by marriage, in that order to make health decisions for you. As well as being available, the temporary substitute decision maker must be 19 or older, capable, have been in contact with you in the past year, and have no dispute with you at the time the decisions are needed. Your temporary substitute decision maker may be asked to make life-changing decisions for you, and information about your wishes in an advanced care plan can help them to make those decisions more easily. Step 4. Gather the contact information for the people on your temporary substitute decision maker list and write it down in the guide. What if you don't like the order of people to be asked on the temporary substitute decision maker list? Or what if you have many adult children? What if you would rather have your friend, not your parent, be asked to make health care decisions for you when you can't? You can choose the person you want to decide for you, but you have to name them as your representative in a legally binding document called a representation agreement so that your health care provider can ask them instead. There are two types of representation agreements in BC. The first is a standard Section 7 agreement. It's primarily for adults with lower levels of capability. A Section 7 agreement lets representatives make certain decisions about health care, personal care, and routine financial matters, but not decisions that refuse life support or life-prolonging medical interventions. An enhanced Section 9 agreement doesn't let your representative make financial decisions for you, but it does allow them to make personal care and health care decisions, including decisions to refuse life support or life-prolonging medical interventions. If you make a representation agreement, your representative's health decisions for you must be based on the instructions you wrote in your representation agreement and their knowledge of you and your wishes while you were capable. Even though I live with my partner, I think I'd pick my dad as my representative. He thinks the same way I do. I'd pick my youngest son as my representative. I know he'd honor my wishes and he talked to the other kids if a decision was needed. I've been independent all my life and I don't have any close family here. If I wouldn't want anyone else deciding for me, I'll write it down ahead of time. An advanced directive is a legal document that contains your written instructions to your health care provider about the health care you consent to or refuse in case you're incapable of deciding when the care is needed. Health care providers will not choose a temporary substitute decision maker to make decisions for you if your advanced directive has instructions about the care that is needed. An advanced directive is a legally binding document in British Columbia. You don't need a lawyer or notary public, but it must be properly signed and witnessed in order to be followed by health care providers. Similar documents created elsewhere might not be considered advanced directives in BC, but will provide an indication of your wishes. If you have no representation agreement and no advanced directive, a temporary substitute decision maker will be chosen to make health care decisions on your behalf. But remember, it will be a lot easier for your family members to make difficult decisions for you if you talk things over with them in advance and put your wishes or any specific instructions in writing. Keep in mind that your health care provider has to be able to contact someone to act as your temporary substitute decision maker, and the person chosen to be your temporary substitute decision maker has to be able to find your advanced care plan to read what's in it. Imagine if you went to all the trouble of creating a plan and it was locked away in a safe deposit box when the time came to use it. Your advanced care plan is a really important document. If you have a chronic health condition, if you engage in high-risk activities, or even if you're just marking a significant birthday, you should have an advanced care plan. Provide copies of your plan to the people who may need it. Your doctor or other health care provider, people who might be chosen as a temporary substitute decision maker for you, your representative if you named one, and keep a copy at home in an easily found location. The My Voice Advanced Care Planning Guide also has a card on the back cover that you can fill out and put in your wallet. Of course, as long as you are capable, you can change or cancel your advanced care plan. It's important that your physician and other health care providers are aware of your most up-to-date wishes and instructions about your care. The guide tells you more about this. The most important thing is to think about your wishes, start having conversations with those closest to you, and make your advanced care plan while it's on your mind. Having an advanced care plan can lessen the trauma of life-threatening situations. In writing your advanced care plan, you are easing the burden on your family if they're called on to make health care decisions on your behalf. You're giving them a gift to help them deal with a difficult time, and you're also giving yourself the comfort of knowing your wishes will be respected. In summary, you have four options available to you for advanced care planning. You can have a basic plan that simply outlines your wishes and provides a contact list of your temporary substitute decision makers. Choosing this option means a temporary substitute decision maker would be chosen to decide for you if you become incapable. You can have an advanced care plan that also includes a representation agreement where you choose and legally name the person you want to make the decisions for you. You can have a plan that also includes an advanced directive where you leave written instructions directly for your health care providers. Or you can have a plan that includes a representation agreement and an advanced directive. You'll learn more about how these options work when you read the guide. I'm writing my own advanced care plan, and I'll name a representative who knows me and my wishes well. I hope you'll do the same. No one knows what tomorrow will bring. We may enjoy good health and happiness, or we may face unexpected illness or injury. Advanced care planning helps you prepare for the future so you can fully enjoy today.


Give me 11 seconds. I'm going to tell you why this is the most modern AIO. It has the performance beating out all of the other AIOs we tested it against. The sharpest looking screen, ECSTU software, and the simplest installation. What's up person who clicked that thumbnail? There are so many AIOs on the market now that to be honest they all kind of blend together. So what sets the Mystique 360 apart? And why are we calling it the most modern AIO? First and for some people the most important is its performance. It's using a fifth gen pump which is the latest version and theoretically the higher the generation of pump they make them faster and faster capable of higher and higher RPMs which translates to faster and faster circulation of the fluid hopefully cooling down the CPU faster. And we have seen this in our own tests. We pitted the Mystique 360 against other 360 mmrad AIOs and it came out on top. It was the coolest cooler among our lineup. We're not the only ones who've seen this. Other channels have tested the Mystique 360 as well and reported good findings. It's being a good cooler is recognized across the board. Second reason for the most modern tag is its LCD screen. So this is a 2.8 LCD screen and yes I know what you're thinking other AIOs have screens as well. But the Mystique is the sharpest I've seen. This LCD screen produces very legible font. So even if you're far away, even if you're viewing it at an extreme angle, everything is very readable. You can see the stats of your computer at a glance. And it does the usual bells and whistles like you can put graphics there, you can put animated gifs and they do look fine, they look good. But I suspect for a lot of users they won't be using those animated gifs often. They kind of get old after a while. I'm betting a lot of users will go back to the more boring but the more useful displaying of information and this screen is really the best for that. Text so clear, so crisp, so sharp. Third reason for the most modern tag is how you interact with this gorgeous screen. You set what appears on the AIO CPU block through software and this software is blessedly straightforward. Excellent user interface. And sure, everybody sets the display through software but a lot of the other brand software is really complicated. You want to do basic things but they're buried under layers and layers of menus. The deep cool software is not like that and it was shared to me that the company actually delayed the release of the Mystique 360 until they got the software component right. So the software wasn't just an afterthought or an also ran or something they just tacked on to after the hardware was done. Deep cool realizes that to get the most out of the AIO you need usable software and you can really see that in the current program that they have. Fourth reason for the most modern tag is that it's very easy to install. Yes it's true, most AIOs now are straightforward to install. What sets the Mystique 360 apart is that it automatically orients itself to however you install it. This is thanks to its built-in gyroscope which senses its current orientation. Now this might not sound like a big deal for advanced users but believe me for beginner builders having installed your AIO turning everything on and then realizing that oh shucks I put the pump wrong like it is on its side rather than horizontally facing that's a big hassle to reinstall. And deep cool has done away with all of that hassle with this auto orientation feature of the Mystique 360. For the Mystique 360 the proper orientation is however the heck you installed it. The hardware adjusts to you not the user adjusting to the hardware. To sum it up the Mystique 360 is not revolutionary but it's definitely evolutionary. It's an evolution of the various trends that we've seen in the AIO space and that's why we're calling it the most modern AIO. Thought and consideration were put into the design of the Mystique 360 and the result is an AIO that doesn't do anything new but does do things a lot better than most if not all of the other AIOs on the market. Thanks for watching. Nagbabenta kami ng PC components. Nagbabenta rin kami ng fully assembled rigs. We clean computers. Kasama na rin yung excellent table management namin and CPU cooler repasting sa cleaning. We also clean and repaste GPUs. Na sa makati yung physical store namin and you can also buy from our site www.hwsugar.ph na 100% palaging up to date yung inventory dun. Kung instock yung item sa amin available yun sa site. We also ship nationwide. Thanks for watching and maybe one of these days magkita tayo sa shop.


A team from the World Pediatric Project recently paid a courtesy visit to officials within the Ministry of Health, Wellness and Elderly Affairs. The visit provided an opportunity to discuss the collaboration between the World Pediatric Project and Sid Lucia, and examine the future priorities for delivering pediatric care to children. Chief Executive Officer of the World Pediatric Project, Vafa Akavan, spoke on the services provided to Sid Lucia since the commencement of the project in 2008. There's a tremendous commitment. We've been here already more than 10 years. In those years, particularly since 2008, we have supported over 1,700 children. We have done over 3,000 assessments of those children. And we've been able to provide 256 surgeries for those children in St. Lucia. So we have a history of commitment to St. Lucia, and we will continue that commitment into the future. Minister for Health, Wellness and Elderly Affairs, the Honourable Moses Jabatis says he is pleased with the work being undertaken by the World Pediatric Project to ensure surgical and diagnostic care is provided to children in need of this service. This is a very valuable service for the people of St. Lucia. A number of these surgeries, we cannot yet do them in St. Lucia. And so when we get that kind of assistance, it is very, we are very thankful as a government, very very thankful as a people, and we will continue to work with them to ensure that all the services, all the procedures, everything we have to do in St. Lucia, we do well enough so that the children get assistance as quickly as they need them. The World Pediatric Project has provided the services of spying surgery, urology, orthopaedic surgery, general surgery, neurosurgery, and ENT to name a few. Reporting from the Communications Unit of the Ministry of Health, Wellness and Elderly Affairs, I am Fenel Neptune.


This video will show you how to watch a YouTube video in your Project IDEA classroom. There are two ways to watch a video. The first is to click on the link for the video. This will open the video in a new tab. To pause the video, click on the pause icon. To play the video, click on the play triangle. To make the video bigger, click on the rectangle to use theater mode. You can make the video clearer by changing this setting from 360 to 720. To see the words you hear, click on the CC button. Then click on on. Please note that while the closed captioning feature can be useful, the words are not always correct. Now, let's go back to Canvas by clicking on the Canvas tab. The second way to watch a video is to watch it on the page. To watch a video on the page, click on the play icon. This will open the video for you. Remember to wear your headset or have your speakers turned on so you can hear the video too.


Welcome. I'm E. G. Marshall. Welcome to the sound of suspense, the fear you can hear. For the next 52 minutes, we're going to take you into the world of mystery, into the world of terrifying imagination. The story you are going to hear concerns a question which has been asked since the first men on Earth were born and died. Is there a life after death? Is there a way to return from the grave? And if there is, can we come back in the body of a living creature? Even one that has claws instead of fingernails? Here is one chilling answer. Dr. Singh, you have to tell me, could my wife have come back as a bird, a sparrow, something like that?  How about a snake? A seagull? How about a cat?  A cat! Our mystery drama, The Return of the Moresby's, was written especially for the Radio Mystery Theater by Henry Slesser and stars Patrick O'Neill. I'll be back shortly with Act One. Now here is Act One. Like all murder stories sooner or later, it reaches the office of a daily newspaper. You wanted to see me, Chief? You bet I want to see you, Proudy.  I bet I know what it's about. That story I filed on Richard Moresby, right? I got a flash for you, Proudy. This is a newspaper office, not a fiction magazine. You take this story of yours and see if you can sell it to a weirdo digest or something, but get it off my desk. Now wait a while, Max. I know it's offbeat, but I thought I handled it with a kind of a light touch. Stories about murder can't be handled with a light touch, not on this paper. But it's accurate. I mean this is exactly what the guy Moresby told me just before he died. Well, he must have been out of his head. He asked for somebody to hear his story. That's how I got to meet him. I was at the hospital covering that subway accident. No, that story made sense to me. Nothing but nice clear facts, but this nonsense. Please, let me tell you about this guy. Maybe you'll change your mind. All right, what about him? Well, for one thing, he was a real distinguished looking guy. The only thing peculiar about him was his eyes. His eyes? Yeah. They were the palest blue eyes I ever saw on a man. They weren't really blue at all. They were like silver. Big deal. So he had silver eyes. And when he started to tell me about himself, well, I just had to hear the whole story, chief. Yes, I was born in London, but my family moved to the States when I was young. They didn't improve much on the climate when they did. We lived in Vermont. I don't think I was ever warm enough until the age of 24 when I moved to Southern California. We lived on beaches, a superb swimmer, a superior surfboarder, and a terrible bum. It was on the beach at Malibu that I met the woman who was to become my wife. Her name was Una. She was as pale as a gardenia, a gardenia with bones. Una had more bones than any other woman I've ever met. Lovely day, isn't it? I beg your pardon? I said it's a beautiful day. I don't think I've ever seen the ocean look prettier. Frankly, the Pacific always looked a little muddy to me. I wonder if that's what Balboa said when he first saw it. Well, he probably said, what a great place for surfing. Ah, I see you have a surfboard. Yes, as a matter of fact, I think I see a wave that I like. Will you excuse me? I wish I had the nerve to try it. Yeah, you really should. Well, bye now. Maybe I'll ask my chauffeur to teach me. I'm sorry. What did you say? Charles, my chauffeur. He's very good at sports. Sure. You know, come to think of it, that wave doesn't look so good after all. By the way, my name is Richard. Richard Mosby. How do you do? My name is Una. Van Dammeyer. That was her name. As soon as I realized that she was from the Van Dammeyer family, she didn't seem half as bony as she did before. In fact, not only did I become accustomed to Una's appearance, I was even able to tolerate her name conversation. Can't you just feel the mystery of the stars, Richard? Sometimes I feel their vibrations as if they're trying to communicate with me. Do you ever feel that? Well, sometimes, I suppose. I really think we must be one with the universe, don't you? I really believe there's just one great universal soul, and we're all part of it. Don't you think so too? Yes, of course. Right on, as they say. You see what I mean? She talked that way all the time, from the first day of our honeymoon. Well, it was a fine honeymoon, just the same. It lasted a whole year on the beaches of the Caribbean, in the French Riviera. I got browner and browner. Una got freckles. Finally, we returned to our home in Los Angeles, and settled down to a quiet, comfortable marriage. Well, Eric, is that your play? It's sitar music, darling. Oh, it's just so spiritual. What made you buy the record? No, Dr. Singh recommended it. Who? Dr. Singh, at the temple of Metasychosis. You know... The temple of what? Metasychosis. I told you about joining the temple last week. Oh, Richard. Sometimes I think you don't listen to me. Now, as you may know, Southern California abounds in quasi-religious organizations. She'd gone through a number of them without discovering the universal soul at any of their altars. Darling, please come to one of Dr. Singh's lectures. He's such a magnificent speaker. He emits such vibrations. And I went. You see, what an obliging husband I was. It actually turned out to be more interesting than I thought. The temple itself was unpretentious. And Dr. Singh was an impressive man. And when he spoke, I realized why his message had such appeal for Una, because he preached to doctrine that combined eternal life with a love of small animals. The soul is immortal. The soul cannot die. The soul, upon leaving the body, must make its passage elsewhere. There is a science called eschatology, which deals with the last four things.  It is the most ancient of all sciences. And from its wisdom has come the inescapable certainty of the trans-migration of souls. Yeah, I know it's a bit weird, but stay with it. And where does the soul go? According to the wise men of all generations past, the soul departs from the mouth of the dying. It is consequently a small thing. A bird, a snake, a mouse, a dog, or a hawk, a dog, a cat, an insect. For these small creations of God are empty vessels placed upon Earth for only one purpose, to house the departing souls of humanity so that they need not wander forever in a trackless eternity. Yeah, yeah, it's pure rod, of course. But that's what the man said, and Una sat there and believed every single word. Oh, wasn't he marvelous, Richard? Isn't it wonderful that the soul never dies, that we can all come back as little animals? I'm not sure. I want to come back as an animal. But you'd still be you, Richard. Oh, don't you see? Well, by the way, what was that envelope you handed Dr. Singh after the meeting? The envelope? That was my donation, of course. Your donation to the temple? Yes, to support the work of Dr. Singh, to open other temples around the world. Well, how much money was in the envelope? What does it matter, Richard? I'm just curious. $2,000. To what? To Una. Una, you go to that temple once a week. You always give that kind of donation. Oh, it's all in a very good cause, Richard. Well, in an equally good cause, that of finding out exactly how much of my wife's money was supporting this nonsense, I sneaked a look at Una's checkbooks. The answer astonished me. Not only had my wife put more than $30,000 into Dr. Singh's collection plate, she had also donated some 20,000 more to various institutions for the care and feeding of cats, dogs, and birds. It was so kind of you to honor us with a visit, Dr. Singh. I know how terribly busy you are. On the contrary. You were kind to invite me to your lovely home. Now tell me, Dr. Singh, what determines the kind of animal one becomes when the soul escapes after death? Mrs. Morrisby, that is a question which has baffled Wiseman for countless generations. But isn't it possible to do, well, research? Yes, Mrs. Morrisby. I don't doubt that we could find the answer to such great questions if only we had the proper resources. But unfortunately, that would require money, a great deal more money than the movement has it present. Well, it seems to me you don't do badly. There you are. Hello, Richard. Where have you been all morning? Right here, in my little sewing room.  Don't be silly. Actually, I've been composing something. A letter? Oh, something more important than that. Richard, do you realize that I had no last will and testimony? Well, why should you? Healthy young chicken like you? I can't call myself young anymore, Richard. You'll always be young to me, darling. Oh, that's very sweet. But just the same. It's only practical to have a will. Would you read it over, Richard, and see if it... Well, if it sounds legal enough? Certainly. Well, let's see now. I, Una Vandermeier Morrisby, a resident of the city of Los Angeles, residing at eight shared and drive, being over the age of 21 of sound and disposing mind and memory. Darling, this is superb. Well, where did you get the language? Well, to tell you the truth, I copied it out of daddy's will. The one that left you 10 million? Yes. Well, I don't see how you could go wrong. Let's see now. Not acting under duress, menace, fraud or undue influence of any person, whomever, and... Gosh, why? What? You're... you're not serious about this. Oh, about making a will? Well, of course I am. I mean, this bequest, the temple, a mumbo jumbo. What's wrong with it? Now, listen, darling, I told you how important Dr. Singh's work is, but it requires money to carry it on. Tons of money. So the least I can do is to help the poor man as much as I can. But you're giving him 90% of your entire fortune. You still have a million dollars if I go first, Richard. Isn't that enough? No, it isn't.   A charlatan? What?  Don't you realize the simple truth? Your money won't build any temples. It's just going to line the pockets of that turban phony. Richard, what a terrible thing to say. Well, you told me you like Dr. Singh, that you were very impressed by his theory of transmigration. Darling, I was only saying all that to please you, but now I'm telling you that the only thing Dr. Singh is planning to transmigrate is your money and his savings account. And frankly, I'm not going to let him do it. Richard, what are you doing?  That's right.  It's my money and I'll do whatever I please with it. Oh, no, darling, I just want you to have a chance to come to your senses. Oh, there's nothing wrong with my senses. I can see very clearly what the real trouble is. If I didn't leave a will, all my money would go to you, wouldn't it? Well, that's really... I'm your husband. You don't have any other element. Well, that's why you're acting this way. It's just plain and simple greed. Oh, no, listen to me. No, it's all right. It's all right. I'm glad you tore up that will, Richard, because I realize now that I was quite wrong. Do you? Yes. It's a mistake to leave only nine million of my money to the temple. I'm going to leave all of it to Dr. Singh. When Una actually drafted that incredible document and called our attorney for a Monday morning appointment, I realized that I had to do something very drastic before the weekend was over.  It's obvious that Mr. Moresby is going to be a very reluctant murderer. The question is, will his reluctance get in the way of his efficiency? We'll get the details when we return shortly with Act 2. Now let's return to Richard Moresby. In order to find him, we'll have to search the highway, for Richard has taken his white jaguar out for a spin. But there he is now. On Saturday morning, I took a little spin in my ex-kayala and did some thinking on the open road. I didn't want to kill poor Una, of course. The whole idea was repellent. But on the other hand, the thought of Dr. Singh spending the fortune that was rightfully mine was even more abhorrent. However, I decided I would make one more stab at a reconciliation. So are living room, too. It doesn't feel like it. As a matter of fact, I've felt like a stranger in this house for the past two days. I suppose that's my fault. Well, you haven't been exactly cordial, have you? I've hardly been home, Richard. I spent all day yesterday at the temple and all morning at the pet rest kennels. And how are all the little souls doing?  It's been my money all along, hasn't it, Richard? From the very beginning, you were attracted to my money. Now, darling, if you thought that, you would never have married me. I didn't want to believe it. I don't want to believe it now. Well, now, how can I prove to you that you're mistaken? Richard, do you really want to prove it? Of course I'll do anything you say. All right. Now, I know exactly what you can do. You can let me leave my money to Dr. Singh and the temple. The whole ten million? Yes, because that's the only way I'll know that it's me you love. Well, you can't say I didn't try. But Oona's decision now left me with absolutely no alternative. I was still deeply unhappy about the necessity of taking your life. However, fate was kind to me that very afternoon. Now you're sure that you want me to continue reading, Richard? Of course, darling. Well, I'm sort of embarrassed about this part. It's a paper that I wrote myself. Oh, something you wrote? Yeah, I wrote it this morning. I was going to show it to Dr. Singh. It's a sort of poem. It's called Death. It's a happy title. I hope I can read my own handwriting. Death has become nothing to me. Death holds no fear for me. Come, Death, I welcome you. Lead me to the woods, the waters, the air above the earth. Come, take me, Death. Your touch is kind, Richard. Why do you look like that? Is it really that terrible? Oh, terrible? Oh, no, no, no, my darling, it's beautiful. You mean it? You must give it to me. Oh, no, I must have it. You like it that much? Yes, I certainly do. Oh, well, I'll type it up for you, Richard. No, no, no, I must have the original. Now, just the way you wrote it. Oh, darling, I'm so flattered. What would you do with it? Oh, I'm going to put it in a frame, of course. And I know just where I'm going to hang it. Yes, I could hardly believe my ears. Luna had written her own suicide note and her own handwriting. It was truly karma at work. Now there was no question of failure, and no longer any need for delay. Oh, what a lovely idea this was, Richard. Candlelight dinner for two. Yes, yes, I thought you'd enjoy it. I'm so sweet of you to handle the whole menu with Coke. You spoil me shamefully. I spoiled her just a bit more by bringing hot cocoa tour in bed. Oh, Richard, you shouldn't have bothered. Well, I know how you like your hot cocoa before retiring, only you can't get to sleep without it. No, the Parker could have brought it to me. Oh, no, this is something I had to do myself. Well, I'll drink it down now. Yes, I'm drinking it. Does it taste all right? Oh, it tastes just fine. Now that was very good news, because I'd prepared the hot cocoa myself. And I had no idea whether 25 melted sleeping pills would seriously affect the flavor. Finally, Luna was all tucked in for the night. I went into my study, picked up the poems she had written for Dr. Singh, and brought it to the bedroom. I placed it carefully on the night table beside it. Then I bent over my sleeping darling to see if she was getting along all right. Very quiet, dreadful thing happened. Luna opened her eyes. Richard, oh, Richard. Hush, Hush, darling, now go back to sleep. Richard, I'm sick. No, no, no, my love, no, no, no, you're only sleepy. Coco tasted so strange. I am one who upset you, Richard, but I'm sick. You'll feel much better in the morning, Luna. I promise you, tomorrow morning, you'll be one with the universe. Richard, that paper. What paper, darling? It is my poem, my poem. Dr. Singh, what's it doing? Well, I was just reading it over, darling, that's all. A bottle of my sleeping pills. It's empty. The bottle is empty. What have you done? Nothing, darling, nothing now. Just go to sleep. Coco, you put sleeping pills in it. All of them. Don't try to get up, Luna, please. Don't. Trying to kill me. Trying to murder me. No, no, for heaven's sake, Luna, stop saying things like that. Do you want the servants to hear? Oh, somebody. No, come on, lie down. Lie down, Luna, for heaven's sake. Come on, now, lie down. Lie down. There, now, that's better. You won't get away with it. You won't get away with it, Richard. I promise you. Anything you say, darling? I'll come back, Richard. You know I'll be back. Yes, yes, of course. Just, just welcome death, Luna. The way you wrote in your little poem. I'll be back. I swear it. General was held two days later. It was a magnificent occasion, of course. I gave Luna a farewell that was consistent with her vast fortune. Everything was the best. Poppin', flowers, preacher, everything. Her burial place was one of the choicest bits of real estate at Flores lawn. The only discordant note was the fact that doctors sing and sister don't sing a few words at the service. They were familiar words, but frankly, they gave me a slight benefit show. The body of Luna Morseby is dead, but her soul lives on. The soul cannot die. The soul is immortal. It has left the earthly remains of this woman and has sought the body of a small living thing. There it will abide until the Almighty is ready to choose its next home. More not the end of Luna Morseby, for there is no end. I couldn't help congratulating myself on how well everything had gone. When I called for medical attention the night of Luna's death, the physician was only too ready to declare her a suicide. The police had to be informed naturally and they too agreed with the doctor's verdict. Luna had died by her own hand and she had died without a will. There was simply no question that the matter would be probated in my favor. Suddenly I realized I was not only rich, but a rich willower. What fist is open for me?  So I'm trying to get run over. I had bet I was shaken up by it. I mean it was sort of a coincidence, you know? Right after the funeral and all that. I'm very glad to be home again, you can be sure. Excuse me, Mr. Morseby? Yes, Parker? Cook is worried about the raccoon, sir. The what? There's been a raccoon at the kitchen door all morning and Cook is badly alarmed, I'm afraid. I've tried to scare it away, but it keeps returning. A raccoon for heaven's sake? Why don't you just shoot it and make a coat out of it? I was wondering if you wished me to call the game warden, sir. Please, Parker, do whatever you please about it. I'm going to take a nap. Yes, very much so. There's it once undressed and got into bed. It was a warm day and yet, yet I found myself cold. I got out the electric blanket and soon felt very cozy indeed. In fact, I felt so much better that I made a phone call. Hello, may I speak to Rachel? Thank you very much. Hello, Rachel? Yes, who is this? Rachel, you probably don't even know my name, but it's Morseby, Richard Morseby. Huh? Who? You met me at the club numerous times. I'm the rather distinguished looking gentleman who sits at the table on the far right corner. Oh yeah, well that's not my stage. Yeah, I know, I know it isn't, and I've always regretted it. Frankly, I would have enjoyed my lunches at the club even more if you would serve them. Listen, I'm pretty busy right now. Well, what I wanted to find out was if you're busy this evening. Oh, why'd you have a mind? Oh, a little quiet dinner, perhaps? Is that all you had in mind? Why don't we just wait and see? I can pick you up outside the club whenever you're free.  I mean, I'm still not sure which gentleman you are. I'll be sitting at the next K.L. Jaguar. Do you think you'll recognize it? I get off at 630. See you then. Yes, I was feeling very good now. Very good indeed. I will have drifted off into a pleasant sleep except for one thing. The moment I thought a bomb had gone off in the room, then I realized it was nothing more than a bird. A foolish sparrow had dived in, head first into the plate glass window of the bedroom, and now lay stunned on the carpet. I looked at the things fluttering little heart, and I was struck by a terrifying palpitation of my own. The dog, the raccoon, the bird. Good Lord, could one of them have been Una? As Una Moisby returned from the grave, God sense, such things don't really happen, but perhaps we should reserve judgment until I return shortly with Act 3. Now let's see if common sense has returned to our hero. He's doing a sensible thing right now. He's taking a good, refreshing shower. By the time evening came, I was feeling better. All my peculiar notions about Una's animal reincarnation seemed ludicrous as I stood in front of the shaving mirror. I thought about the delicious young woman that was waiting for me at the club. I'd admired Rachel's way with a tray for months, but ever faithful to my wife, I hadn't done more than gaze from afar. But now things were going to be different. Yes, who is it? It's Parker, sir. Yes, come in, Parker. It's all right. Excuse me, sir. A bit of emergency in the kitchen. Well, what is it? A snake, sir. A what? Cook insists that there's a snake curled up in the telephone wire. Oh, that's ridiculous, Parker. Cook says it's there, Mr. Mordby. They do get into the house sometimes. Well, tell Cook she's seeing things. Tell her to stop nipping at the cooking sherry and she'll soon stop seeing snakes. Yes, sir. What was that? I would guess it was Cook, sir. Oh, for heaven's sake, go down and see to it, Parker. I'll try, sir, but I'm not very good with snakes, sir. Well, what do you think I am, an expert? But that wasn't the end of it. Ten minutes later, Parker was back upstairs saying that the snake had left the kitchen and run into the living room. No, I suppose snakes don't run, they slither. It slithered into the living room and was now embracing still another telephone wire, obviously mistaking it for a long lost love. But then another unsettling thought came into my mind. What if the snake... No, no, that was ridiculous. Hello? Hi. Yes, who's this? Rachel, from the club. Oh, yes, Rachel, what is it? Miss Lerly. Yes, fine, I'll be there as soon as I can. In the Jaguar, right? Yes, yes, in the Jaguar. Listen, the reason I'm waking me up at 6 Danny... What was that? So I asked one of the girls I work with to tell him that I got another job. So he likes me to earn extra money. Yes, I see. A few dollars after our date. Yes, of course. As it happens, I have a very full head of hair. But the stressing as Rachel's telephone call was and even more disturbing thought intruded. The snake was in the telephone wire. What if the snake had been trying to listen in on the extension phone? I knew the idea was absurd, but I couldn't help the superstitious shiver of dread. In fact, I was so troubled that I decided to forego my date with Rachel, the waitress. It wouldn't matter anyway. She'd be angry at some man at the club with a cute bald head. The next day, I did the only thing that really relaxed me. I went to the beach. It proved to be an excellent idea. I stretched out on the golden sand and let the sun warm me. I listened to the waves beating against the shore. I listened to the haunting cries of seagulls circling overhead. Suddenly I was aware that the gulls which had been hovering over the water were now hovering over me. Instead of the cries being sad and plaintive, now they seem menacing. I stood up hastily, but the gulls seemed to be increasing in number. I saw their sharp pointed beaks, their raking claws. They were predators, of course. How many times had I seen them swoop into a dive and snatch up some poor fish out of the sea? And there was one sea gull in particular. These beady eyes seemed to be staring at me. It was my imagination. Of course, I wasn't a fish. I was a man, but just the same. I found myself running down the beach, running for dear life. And that's where I knew it was time to see a doctor. Mr. Morty, I'm very pleased that you honor the temple with your presence. I'm grateful that you're willing to see me, Dr. Singh. I realized that, well, you had a disappointment. A disappointment? I'm afraid I don't understand. I know my wife made certain promises to you concerning her will. I believe she mentioned some modest donation. She wasn't in a right mind, of course. I mean, when she took those sleeping pills. Yes, it was very sad. I trust that she has found the peace and happiness that she sought. Frankly, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I mean, about whether you really believe that my wife... Well, that she's some kind of animal right now. But of course I believe it, Mr. Morty. I don't merely believe. I'm positive. When your wife passed from this world into the next, her soul made its escape. Yes, yes, I know how it goes, but what I'd really like your opinion about is what sort of animal do you think she might be now? I told you, Mr. Morty, we have no way of knowing. But can't you take a guess? I mean, you said it might be influenced by a person's karma. Am I quoting you right? Yes, the kind of person she was in life may well determine the kind of animal she is now.  Now, what animal does that remind you of? I don't know. I can't think. Then go home and think about it, Mr. Morty. Go home and try to be one with the universe. I went home, and I tried to be one with the universe. And when that didn't work, I tried being one with the bottle of scotch. I was still in the library, asleep in the big leather chair when I heard the noise in the cellar. I simply had to investigate. I looked into the compound that one bare bulb wasn't enough for a thorough search. I found a flashlight and went down the cellar steps. At first, at first there was nothing I could see. But then, it was an empty oil can. Swiftly, my flashlight picked out the culprit. At first, I thought it would turn out to be a mouse, but instead, it was a large, white cat. I never had skulking, cynical creatures. When the beam of my flashlight hit it, the cat froze. I saw it was an alley cat. It's fur shaggy, it's eyes baleful in the light. It was fat, and yet it was bony, too. I said, scat, but it didn't scat. Instead, it started to walk toward me. And I knew for certain what Dr. Singh had meant. I knew for certain I was looking at the reincarnation of my wife. As soon as that hideous operation howled at me, I made a cowardly dash for the cellar door. Once I was on the other side, I remembered the hunting rifle that Una had given me for Christmas. It stood unused in an upstairs closet. I found it, I loaded it, and brought it back to the cellar. I hadn't fired a rifle since boyhood. I stood on the top of the stairs with my flashlight picked out the ghostly white form of the cat. I put down the light, raised the weapon, and squeezed the trigger. The report was deafening, but the recoil was worse. My precarious balance on the top step was lost. I fell to the bottom, and I tried to get up again. But the pain in my right leg was agonizing. I found out later that it was broken. The cat was still alive, and it was regarding me at eye level now. The cat's fur matted with plaster dust. It's eyes filled with rifle. Just as I saw the creature advancing toward me, I screamed. The hand was on the rifle, now grasping it. Too quickly, my panic, my fingers touched the trigger, the rifle went off again. The morsby ended up in the hospital, chief, with a broken leg and a bullet in his hip, and then he died. But I think he was telling the truth. You could see it in his eyes. His silver eyes, right? His silver eyes. And you really believe that the guy's wife came back as a cat to get her revenge? What does it matter? It's still a good story? Sorry, Proudy, I can't okay it. Well, what if I got more details? What if I talked to this doctor Singh, if I went to the morsby cellar and found that cat? And what would you do then? Ask her if she's Mrs. Morsby? I still think it's worth a try, chief. I'll tell you what, Proudy. What are you doing for lunch? I hadn't thought about it. Well, think about buying my lunch. You? There's a pretty good restaurant right around the corner where the morsbys live. Now we can get a bite there and then check out that cellar. So, uh, this is where it happened, eh? Morsby fell from these steps when he fired that rifle. Hey, you can still see the plaster dust where the bullet hit. Yeah, I see it. But I don't see any white cat. It might be hiding someplace. Or it might be a figment of his imagination. Maybe so. Hold it. Did you hear something? No. Listen. There it is. Look. It's a cat, all right. And it looks like it just found its suffer. Oh, that mouse is still alive. Yeah, but not for long. Look at its squirm. He's eating it. Yep. And there goes your mouse. Oh my God. That's about it probably. Never see a cat eat a mouse before? Chief, did you see that mouse? Sure I saw it. But didn't you notice something? Like what? Its eyes. Chief, did you ever see a mouse with eyes like that? They were so pale blue, they were almost silver. And so the cat and mouse game comes to an end. But according to Dr. Singh, there is no end. Perhaps Richard Moresby will have his turn next in another afterlife. I'll be back in a few moments. Do you believe in reincarnation? Do you believe the dead return? We have to believe it. Because here we are. The reincarnation of radio drama. We hope you'll keep us alive by listening again to the Radio Mystery Theater. Our cast included Patrick O'Neill, Marion Seltis, Nick Pryor, and Dan Aco. The entire production is under the direction of Hyman Brown.


Welcome to another Tick-Nail Charter, we want to update the euro dollar here on the daily time frame and we're currently in this corrective phase. I'm looking for price to extend now up into the descending trendline resistance, just above 117, nearly above there as well. What's a bearish reversal happens in this area? So you set short positions, target move down to test the projected descending trendline support, just below the 114 level. From there I'll be watching for bullish reversal patterns to set long positions, reverse the short from the short side and see if we can get a more sustained correction break with the trendline and certainly think back back up into this one 1850 area. As always trade this, plan the trade, trade the plan the most importantly and manage your risk. Until next time, thanks very much.


What is Ramadhan fasting all about in the Gulf countries? During the entire month of Ramadhan, Muslims are obligated to fast every day from down to sunset. Fasting requires abstaining from fold and drink. Fasting the month of Ramadhan was made obligatory during the month of Shaban in the second year after the Muslims migrated from Neka to Medina. Hi guys, welcome back to Siano. It's your first time come to Siano. Consider subscribing and support mixed creation. When will Ramadhan start in 2022? Remember Ramadhan is likely to start on April 2022 and end on May 1st 2022. How is Ramadhan in the Middle East countries? Ramadhan in the Middle East countries is a magical time with special decorations across the country and festivals. That begins before the weeks of fasting even start. Remember to some countries it begins two weeks before it starts. Do's and don'ts of the Ramadhan in the Middle East countries for those that are planning to come to these countries, remember do embrace the community spirit and wish a blessed Ramadhan to Muslim friends and colleagues do not eat, queue, drink or smoke in public during the hours of the light. Even if you are not a Muslim, do accept food and drink when offered during iftar. It is a sign of respect and sign of friendness. Do stay calm until the month finishes. Remember it is the one day that is celebrated across the whole world for the more Muslim brotherhood and it is a blessed month. Thank you so much for coming back to this siano. If it's your first time to come across siano consider subscribing but don't forget to hit that notification bell. It will be the only way that will be updated when we upload a new video. Remember it's from the next question. See you again in the next video.


Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States. Thank you very much. Welcome to the White House. You know, I always get self-conscious when I say that, but I understand that officially this is part of the White House. I don't just run through the rooms over here on my way to bed or anything. I know that you're going to be briefed by top members of my staff who oversee domestic and foreign policy. It's always a pleasure to host groups like yours of concerned individuals to discuss the issues that will shape our future. And I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for what you're doing to make this a better world. A top priority of our administration has been to encourage our own citizens to get directly involved in helping others and in community building endeavors. Surely benevolence and charity are too important to be relegated to the exclusive realm of government. There's been much talk about the new spirit of patriotism alive in the United States. Part of this new spirit can be seen in the increased personal involvement of humanitarian service. Between 1980 and 1984, total giving in this country rose by 51 percent to a record level of $74 billion. And by the way, that number is greater than the gross national product of more than half the nations of the world. Many who did not have money contributed their time and talent. Voluntarism is a cherished and inseparable part of America. Nowhere has that been more apparent than in the Jewish community. Words often tell much about those who use them. It's no coincidence that in Hebrew, mitzvah not only means good deed, but also commandment. And the word for righteousness, zedakah, is also the word for charity. I know I have a little courage in... America's Judeo-Christian heritage is the foundation on which everything else is built. Earlier today there was a ceremony a short distance from here. It marked the culmination of a private sector initiative. A project supported voluntarily by thousands and thousands of contributors. And I think we can all be proud that people of good will are working together to build a memorial in this nation's capital of the most dreadful of human tragedies, the Holocaust. This memorial has been a noble undertaking, and I congratulate all who have played a role in making it happen. It's a project in the finest traditions of this country. We don't have a perfect record, but we can be proud that our forefathers strive for and build a nation dedicated to individual freedom, democratic government, and those humane values about which we've been speaking today. We can also be proud that in these last four decades we have taken it upon ourselves to rid our country of the scourge of discrimination that had long been a blot on our nation, a blot that was so inconsistent with the noble goals of a great country. It's significant that Jewish Americans were in the forefront of that movement.  People of good will cannot be complacent about this turn of events. Anti-Semitism and other forms of bigotry and malevolence can do great harm if not quickly exposed and isolated.  In a free country like the United States, the strengthened integrity of our citizens will determine what kind of a country we have. God has also placed in our hands influence that extends far beyond our borders. Thomas Jefferson once said the world should know that we Americans are just friends and brave enemies. Those words were never more true than today. During the last decade when American military might was permitted to erode many began to believe that the United States no longer had the will to lead the free world. The refrain was heard that our best days were behind us. America's friends and allies questioned our reliability. Well that situation has been turned around. In recent years our military forces have been rebuilt and are standing firm in our responsibilities. I think you should know that right now our military all volunteer has reached a point that we've never reached before in our history even in our times of the draft during wartime. 91% of our military young men and women today are high school graduates. There's never been such a percentage before in our history. And I'm so proud of the young men and women in uniform that I just can't express it. America will not be deterred from our commitment to other free peoples by economic blackmail, the heavily armed military forces of totalitarian regimes or the cowardly acts of terrorists. Today we've erased the uncertainty of the past decade and have re-established that we are an ally who can be counted on. But no adversary doubt we have the courage to stand by our democratic friends and that is especially true when it comes to the State of Israel. Israel more than any other democratic nation has endured terrorist attacks. But terrorism is not just Israel's problem. We view every terrorist attack, whoever the victim, as a crime against all civilization. Those who murder in the name of political cause admit their dastardly deeds with impunity. Last week I think we made that clear. I look forward someday to meeting the young command pilot whichever one he was in those planes that said when there was some hesitation you will follow us or else. Good and decent people must stand together to build a more secure world, a freer world, and a more prosperous world. We must at the same time have the courage of our convictions and stand united for those values that we hold dear and against oppression and terrorism. I want to thank all of you for coming here today but most of all to thank you for what you are doing and have done to help others. As it says in the Talmud, to help a fellow man may be to tip the scales for the entire world. God bless all of you. Thank you. Mr. President, on behalf of this group and your illustrious representatives of your administration, I am proud as a Jew as an American to recognize you as our president. I am proud and delighted for the marvelous work you have done on behalf of Cleveland throughout the world as my fellow co-religionists around the world to say, sure not.


So and I just want to say it's rock bottom.  Why would you do such a thing? Okay, now what oh he just disappeared. So he's a ghost This is a spongebob. Oh Realistic gaming here today. We're gonna be playing a spongebob 2.0 Which is basically like continuing off the spongebob BXE games, but it's like a 2.0 version I don't know man, but let's just begin. Let's start Okay. Oh god. I don't know what we're gonna get ourselves into this time Warning this game is a version of the game is really harsh and it might make you cry If you are highly triggered to edgy content or back now Oh god, you guys hear the scream Oh So it seems like this one might be a little crazier. Oh God Okay, so that's quite as 2.0 by Kripa Pesta Westa Nesta Whatever man. Let's just press enter Okay, hey Patrick Okay, so let's begin with Patrick star Oh, no, what are we doing here just keep walking one minute 37 seconds later Let's just wander around. I mean, that's basically what Patrick does right? He just wanders around like throughout his whole life They have a job or anything Okay, where are you taking this Patrick?  Because it kind of seems like we're about to go jelly fishing around here But we probably not we're probably gonna bump it to oh, there he is the infamous Spongebob.  Hey Spongebob. Hello, buddy Okay, let's just go what? What happened hello Patrick do you want to play a game? Wow Not really but here we go Okay, why is it so dark? Can't see a thing out here. Oh Oh Wait, so we have to keep walking. Okay. Let's just keep walking me. Oh, well we dropped Okay, what we're stuck. Okay, so I'm so There's like a level right here, but it's very hard to see it's so dark But I mean if you look closely you can see it. I can barely even see this thing Okay, well it seems like we're in the middle of nowhere Well, this might be rock bottom like the actual bottom. We're super dark But I doubt it is okay. Uh, where are you taking us Patrick? It's so dark down here, man Can't see a thing, but We're walking somewhere So eventually we'll both bump into something or we'll get somewhere. Okay.  Okay seems like we're getting to the end of wherever we are man. This dark place.  No What I Was like impossible.  You thought you can get away for me Well, you were wrong. Hmm. Let's see how this squid is smart enough to get away from this Oh, so it seems like he's going out there squidward now man. Rest in peace Patrick my guy Oh Patrick star No, so there is Squidward Okay, so it seems like we're also in a very dark place here, but there seems to be a lot of fog and It seems like we're walking I don't know where man. I honestly don't know where we're gonna end up this time with Squidward But let's keep on walking Come on Squidward.  Oh Okay. Oh my what are those? Those look like snails Who would do such a thing to all these poor snails man. Oh my This is this game wasn't lying. This is a lot of horrifying stuff here. Okay, uh Where are we at now? We're still in I would just want to say it's rock bottom. Oh, no Hey To all that to those poor snails Why would you do such a thing? Okay, now what oh he just disappeared.   Have you ever heard of never walk on the road? Well, it seems Eugenius missing out of the fun this time. He's gonna love this one. Oh, no, he's going after mr. Krabs Wait, Eugenius Mr. Krabs, right? Yes. Okay. Oh Like how you said between I remember when he would do that. Okay Oh Why is this part dark here? What is gonna happen? Something's gonna happen. Definitely. Oh, I get it. We're are we spying on him? Or what is this? Mr. Krabs Just don't go any further man because it's not gonna be so pretty It always ends in misery. Oh god Okay, so it seems like we made it to be kidney bottom now. Oh the lighthouse.  Oh god. Let's get out of here Poor Eugene. He doesn't know it's it's covering after a man. Oh Are we supposed to be walking? I think we're supposed to be walking or something, but it's too dark again Like we can't see a thing Anybody here? Oh, I see something. There you go. There you go. What is that? What is that? I can't make I can't make of it you guys. Oh God it looks creepy though.  That is very creepy. Oh No, oh God, let's keep going. Let's get out of this place It seems very creepy Okay, now what? Do we what happened? Just disappeared. Oh wait, this thing's lighting up more or is it just me? Is this thing lighting up more you guys or is it just me seeing things I think it is lighting up a bit Okay, so we can't do anything here What is supposed to happen?  We have to get out of here Okay, let's walk backwards Okay, there he is Hey, there he is Okay, what is supposed to happen here? I don't know but the music is getting Oh What it was spongebob so what spongebob the whole time What the game just crashed? What are you? What just happened? What so that's it. Are you kidding me? Is that it? No, that can't be it What New pause players Uh full screen we already had a full screen. So that was it What oh man, all right, man, well we lost way there once again we lost Patrick Patrick's always the first one to go right poor Patrick man And then the Squidward and then it's Mr. Krabs it goes in sequence if you guys notice like the past previous games We've always played while we start off with Patrick that's great word and then mr. Krabs Wow, I just noticed this. Oh, man. All right, man.  Thank you guys for the main support and rest in peace to our underwater friends And I will see you guys next time. Bye


The great search brought to you by did you key and a fruit. Thank you. Did you key every single week lady? Do you use a power of engineering help you? Yes, you find the things that you want on did you key calm lady data? What are you looking for this week? Okay, so let's go to the overheads. I'll show what I'm going to chat about so on the desk of lady Ada this week I took apart this adorable chicken McNugget themed Tetris toy Game we kind of looked at what's going on inside The one thing I noticed is that to make its BB blops it uses a piezo disk buzzer element and we've talked about and Search for buzzer elements before on the great search. So let me go to the blog and Great search Yeah, go computer. Sorry Don't forget you can always see all the previous Great searches Look at the blog so Yes, many years ago November 12th 24th 2020.  I like to use Magnetic buzzers and since it's a magnetic buzzer And they have lots of stock which is great. So this is kind of the magnetic buzzers. I might go to seven millimeters by seven millimeters square and you give it about 3.6 volts Way forms and you know, it can make a slightly better sounding than beeps.  It's like a 16 ohm coil or 32 ohm coil and when the coil has AC voltage going through it or current going through it it lifts and raises the magnet just like a normal speaker So it's like a little miniature speaker speaker like with the magnetic. So you need fairly a good amount of current Going through but the trade-off is first off. These are picking placeable. Whereas piezos are not picking placeable You need to have wire solder to them. So you if you saw If you go back to the overhead Real fast. I'll show This you know, sometimes there's a spring, but oftentimes there's wire soldered into One part and the other part of the piezo disc and then in between there is the crystal So this is the flat disc, which is what ends up vibrating And then there's the thin crystal and then a conductive layer put on top Which is what these two wires are soldered to and then again in between is a Dielectric of piezo material. So this is not it is a capacitor whereas The magnetic buzzer is an inductor. So it changes how you drive it with a capacitive drive You're going to want to have you know differential drive that can handle high capacitance with the Magnetic buzzer you're going to want something that's you know I use a very small class D amplifier But you want like a true class a or class AB amplifier that pushes DC current through not AC Okay, so and doesn't and doesn't have a bias across it. Which is this of course, you know, you can have a bias It's fine. All right, just go back to the computer. Okay, so this is a magnetic buzzer again You know, I use them, but the trade-off is they're not particularly loud You know, they do Make a fair bit of noise and you can pick in place some which is what I like but they're also going to be more expensive than a Piezo transducer, so let's look at piezos and it's not surprising that this Toy company that made the Tetris toy They made like a half million of these and every penny counts like you want to be as inexpensive as possible And you don't have to have very good resolution But you do want to have it be kind of loud so you can hear it whereas our little buzzers are not very loud So don't forget that piezos can be used both as Voltage to like AC voltage to sound, but they could also detect vibration In and turn it into a voltage for sensing so vibration sensors are also piezos But you want the kind that are like these large discs, which looks just like the thing that We were just checking out Okay, so it's also looking only look at active ones to start Um, they're sometimes called piezo benders because again, they they bend and flex as the voltage goes across them And yeah, there's these start to look pretty good. So we're not going to look for the exact one What we want is actually just the least expensive One available. So let's let's say we're you know, we're gonna look at at least 5,000 pieces Let's look for ones that are normally stocking and not marketplace Okay, so, you know, as you can see they get pretty expensive 15 cents It's a lot cheaper than the 80 cents for the magnetic buzzer Marana makes a lot of these looks like Ola Wolf is another company This one that's kind of interesting little. Oh, it looks like there's a feedback So you can you can read the feedback which can help you adjust The frequency the resident frequency of your piezo But most of them look just like this, you know, very simple element, you know, you can see they usually don't even have data sheets because They're like, hi, it's just a piezo. There's usually a resident frequency And that's like where they're going to be the loudest and that's based on the size and the thickness of the material And with these, you know, they they have a impedance and the max input voltage But again, we're running it off of a couple of AA batteries. So we don't have to worry about hitting the maximum The frequency the other frequency it's gonna be, you know, it's not like they don't make noise at other frequencies But that you're gonna hear like a louder squeak at You know this eight kilohertz or 3.6 kilohertz You know, again, it's meant for like your multimeter, you know, it beeps when you do conductivity testing or you're some a simple alarm clock Not meant for really making very musical tones for this Tetris toy. It works out. Okay, because you're kind of like deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep It's not a very symphonic sound. You're looking for just a very basic beep when it you press the buttons Feedback element So the next thing is is that, you know, we want wire terminals One thing is, you know, springs are kind of interesting Let's just look at the springs There are ones that, you know, it's a disc and on your PCB I've seen this actually on multimeters you take them apart and instead of wires because they want, you know, they have a different Manufacturability they to make it inexpensive sort of soldering wires the piezo they have springs that come out of the PCB And I think the springs are pickin placeable and then the springs touch the piezo and the two contact points and that's how they they make contact I think the so far when I've taken a multimeter apart. That's how that works But we want with wire leads, so let's check it out So wire leads, you know, none of these are going to be and we want the standard style. You don't really care for feedback It's a little less expensive that way. Different diameters are available Looks like a couple ones are available. These marata ones look good PUI audio. I mean, they're going to be very generic and yeah, they're going to be, you know, 40 cents With water leads, that's nice. You get to skip one step. You can just solder these in or use terminal blocks and you're good to go So I think this one's not in stock. So let's go with this one, you know, in quantity 40 cents Got the wire leads. Oh, they're even tinned. So like even one less step you have to do Easy to integrate. You will want to have something holding up the desk. So usually you can't of course glue the whole thing Because you have to let it resonate within the cavity. So if you go to the overhead again The way this tends to be done is if you look here, this is a plastic.   So this is my pick. We can go back to the computer, the Morata ZB7Z Sorry, the Morata 7BB series comes in a bunch of different diameters I picked the larger it is, the louder it's going to be basically This little one is going to make a good amount of sound And then don't forget you'll need something to drive it. You'll need a good AC driver for that impedance 300 ohms is, you know, you'll need something not a microcontroller pin if you want to get the good amount of sound And then differential drive like an H bridge drive will also get you the best audio output So it's like pick if you want to add some beeps and boops Search


So welcome everybody to another National Poetry Month event, we're really happy to have you here today. I'm Deb Moore, I'm one of the National Poetry Month committee members. And I'm going to put in the chat, a link to our website where National Poetry Month information can be found. And I'll also just show you briefly the, here's the National Poetry Month calendar, which you'll see on that blog website if you go there. So we hope you'll be able to join us for upcoming events we've got Pulitzer Prize winner, Jericho Brown coming next week and then we have the poetry contest week after that. The student winners will be at the virtual reception and reading their poems we really hope that you'll be able to join us for that. Today, though we have two amazing poets for this event who are going to do a reading and workshop. And we've got Susan Landgraf, who many of you know as a former Highline College English and creating writing instructor. Susan was awarded an Academy of War Academy of American Poets grant in 2020, and she is the author of what we bury changes the ground and the inspired poet which is a book of writing exercises. She was also the poet laureate of the city of Auburn from 2018 to 2020. Joining Susan is Celeste Adame, Muckleshoot, who has been published in the Santa Fe literary of you as us a journal of women of the world, and numerous Institute of American Indian Arts anthologies. She holds a master of fine arts in poetry from the Institute of American Arts in Santa Fe. So without further ado, I turn it over to Susan and Celeste. And Celeste, your choice, you want to go first or last. I can go first. Okay. This. So my, my thesis at I was still working on. And I believe I'll probably be working on it forever. This is a part of a crown of sonnets. I believe this is the last six or seven. We follow water at you another fog lifts, and you are not standing there. Santa Anna's have blown over gypsum from beyond Alma Gordo. In the deception past bridge I drop pebbles into canoe pass that flow to top water pushing currents into oncoming harem of seals colony of seagulls line shore. Barnequils nip at toes. Water freezes souls of foot barnacles attached to rock or you were asked and said yes. Before running past hours where we have fallen into sand buried in depths of coldness past hours where we have fallen into sand buried in depths of coldness. The hands become shovel cocaine fueled nights where hands emerge from bed sheets, or tomorrow knocks on the door, and only appears after she has opened it. Perhaps flavored kisses and hidden smiles frozen her glasses on my face. Her ear low between my teeth, gently her hands pull my face closer and oh God escapes her throat strokes match baselines of the old school R&B filling the room. She falls asleep with no clothes on. We will wake in the morning and ask one another name. Tattooed on each of our eyelids. I study her closed eyes her lips. On each outline of my arm her tongue trace the shading. Stencil placement between collarbone and shoulder blade. Ink deposited one sixteenth of an inch deep into space between our bodies. Fire ignites beneath mantle, no one around playing with the flames that become of your body collapsing into my arm as it turns into song. I have been humming without knowing these moments create thunder and bedroom. You and I find ourselves under blanket of constellations wondering which words where silhouettes become women. Some of whose names we will never learn which words where Silhouettes become women. Some of whose names we will never learn. Fade from out of focus. Turn lens on camera. Inhale all of you into lungs or you will sing into vessels and eventually make it into valves apart. Speak to me through typewriter. Your words tattooed on my eyelids. Glow in the dark. Eyes are closed. Thoughts as meticulous as your fingers examining every inch of my body. Admire all ink embedded in skin. We become laughter lost in smoke. We become laughter lost in smoke. Exhaled after winding in lung as long as we could take it becomes clouds parting ways as we walk away from the court. We're lost bottle rockets and broken brown bottles hide in wood chips apart. She and I play my eyes are closed from the court. We're lost bottle rockets and broken brown bottles hide in wood chips apart. She and I play. My eyes are closed. We're dribbles falter and laces are untied. We're grandma knows where to find us and any of the neighbors could open their windows and tell us time to go home. We hide behind a night evergreen to sleep beneath pine needles tattooing their stories into our clothes were lines of cotton next to silk rose to become you become me.  Rubber bands snaps on wrist a reminder to grab aunties left over roaches from Bach back porch sit underneath window looking at fence turn to you and speak these words. Flesh was a lie I spent a lifetime chasing. Let her be the story. I cannot bear to repeat again. How she chased her and I stood. Flesh was a lie I spent a lifetime chasing. Let her be the story. I cannot bear to repeat again. How she chased her and I stood there, waiting to be noticed. Some might hidden behind mountains floating above fog blanket covering peers of Seattle's waterfront. From shore of Lake Mescalero watch for the trout right below surface. And she has become baseline I chased through different songs and genres. She is hidden in earbuds waiting for me. Through silence I find her while sleeping. My eyes will not open when I see her in my dream I cannot swallow words quick enough eating after eating cans of alphabet suit. She comes tattoo beneath again. Right in front of me daily I see her name. She's searching through grace of shadows and ashes rising from fire burning through Cedar, another silhouette of us through through grace of shadows and ashes rising from fire burning through Cedar, another silhouette of us form bodies. The emergence. Snoqualmie falls chases erosion becomes life again. We smoke salmon in high desert at daylight, run to the plaza where we sit and write poems back and forth through one another through text messages of size. She will find my heart escaping. Orca pod gathered me on Elliott Bay. Each beat will release single letters of alphabet pigeons fly past in search of gunpowder used to make the firework works erupting. We arrive with the tide, mixing ancients with iPhone potlatches with podiums, hand drums with loop sample long houses with basketball court. iPhone potlatches with podiums, hand drums with looped sample long houses with basketball court. She came to the mountain past Cattails where she sat with me cross legged.  She took my hand and led me to the mountain where river begins with melting snowfall at dawn. She waits inside a bent wood box and Raven turns into a pine needle to be swallowed to impregnate a virgin to steal the sun and release him into the sky where animals will not walk upright anymore. We stand to swallow constellations and ride the river home. I will not let her go as I whisper these words. I find a border and imaginary line etched the length of her body. I trace with finger. My wife is my muse and she hates it because a lot of the times the poems that I'm writing are about her. Eventually this will be the poem that ends my book. Once I finally am happy with where I have it. This one is prelude to a new girlfriend, which is about a X. Right before I got back with the woman who is not my wife. One. Bleeding heart pedals rub stomach leave sent for her to follow. Ruby ring weights. Paintbrush sits in palette. Sky is uncolored canvas left out. A painter's forgotten masterpiece. Two. Way your hair falls. Meteor waterfall. When sky emerges from behind trees. Trails of Milky Way become river. Leading me back to where I told you this is emergent. This is where our story began to unfold. Water map in high desert. Like salmon, I will always return to the base of the waterfall where we took our first bath. To the lake created by man where you told me it looked like a war zone after the fireworks show. To the ocean where I threw the basketball because I did not know what I wanted. To water. Where words even in their sleep. Never stop flowing. This is where we sh them with purse lips and finger. Leave them counting. Uno dos tres. Become monarch before she walks away. Land on rubber band of her ponytail. A piece of parchment. And a dried up inkwell. A friend of mine were done at one point and he told me the night I was a boy for you and he did not realize it would turn into a poem. That night I was a boy for you. Everywhere watch petals become sky. A shade or two darker. The dawns are heartbreaking. A loud a moment. Me inside you. Sweat beads. Forehead. Back arch becomes. 3.9. Bed divided. Half time. 15 minutes off and. Petals drop. It's raining threes quicker than. Flat stone leaving finger. Satiates mouth. And more. You cannot quit moving. Satin sheets become warm ups. It's time. End of second quarter. Find some water. Sit briefly. Find hand under shirt. As for replay. On became become sound. Exits your mouth. Again. And this one I wrote for. One of my cousins who's since passed away. Or no. This was. About when my wife and I first got together back in 2002. Shots missed. The nets have stopped swaying from all the shots we missed. All the games we never finished. It all comes back to me. When I was a kid. I was playing at the backboard of my childhood court. If the hook shot I taught her. Did not shut the crowds up before hitting glass. Dropping in. Without touching the rim. If I didn't remember. None of us wanted to defend the Pendleton guard.  And it made us feel uncomfortable. I learned a coach wasn't lying. When I was playing. When I figured out how to spin the ball. Maneuver it behind my back. While dribbling between my legs. Dancing with you in the game on the court. It was the only time we could touch in public. Had I never picked up a basketball. Didn't learn the curves of your body were made for my hands. A poor dribble gets the ball stolen. I didn't realize I was taking the last second jumper. Thank you. Wonderful. Thank you. Celeste for being here. And reading and being part of this reading and workshop. And Gavin Rachel. Thank you for. Hosting. And doing all the work behind the scenes. This reading and workshop is supported by the Academy of American poets. I was awarded in 2020, and that's how I met Celeste was looking how to begin this project, which includes giving workshops at the Muckleshoot Reservation School through the Tribal School, the Auburn School District, and Elder Center to produce a book of Muckleshoot poetry. I am thrilled that Washington State University Press will publish this book and develop a portal for the Muckleshoot Tribe that will include the book. I also want to acknowledge that we who go to Highline, who live in Auburn, who live in any part of the Pacific Northwest, are living on tribal lands, and I'm honored to have this land to live on and to be working with the Muckleshoot Tribe. I will read eight poems about places I've been, felt at home in, or learned from, and it's a wide variety. The first four come out of my book, What We Burry Changes the Ground, and I believe it's in the Highline Library still, Rachel, but it's also available through Amazon and the small press publishers. The first four poems that I'll read come from that book, Sunday Dinner. I didn't think of pigs wallowing in mud, feces of the pen, pigs got filled with cabbages and slop. I didn't think of squeals, then barnyard silence, a dozen feet wrapped in white paper at the butchers and double knotted with string, grandma's stubby fingers whirring the package open on the for Michael table. The kitchen burbled with pots boiling things. In white soup bowls, jelly cooled a light amber around the feet, waiting for Sunday, crocheted tablecloth, creamy webs holding her china and silver.  More, more papa urged us eat. Grandma asked, did you learn your Bible verse by heart today? And my sisters and I chorused, give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet and turn again and rend you. I didn't think of the pigs. My mother's parents were both immigrants from Hungary. And there is a myth that the reason there are so many musicians and mathematicians that are Hungarian that actually they were left over Martians. So I went with that idea. It's called why some Hungarians dream equations and notes. More musicians and mathematicians than anywhere else. Too many Martians, not enough spaceships to take them back. The sudden exodus like a great flock of herons slipping through a blue lip in the sky. The gypsy women's skirts unfurled, the red and purple flowers and the men's voices reverberated like echoes in a well. Their stories flickered around the campfire. How the abandoned pocketed themselves from the sea and the moon's pool. They used scales as metaphors. Their long hallowed cups held the moon. They mixed with the natives. Finding blue bloods now would be hard as going home without a ship. But a thread holds the magnetic resonance in their equation. Their songs throbbing with a blue planetary hum. I only do deck gardening anymore. But for a long time, it was my goal to grow a herb garden. One of my dreams actually, and it came true. And this poem came out of that gardening time. Of arachnids, myriapods and insects, I know this. Segments unified under a horny exoskeleton. These anthropods know it's too late for butterflies. In this evolution, they're stuck remarkably with what they've got. Legs and a history of their ground. After the soil has acquiesced to being turned by the spade, after the bulbs have been planted, the roots growing down, worms wriggle up, spiders sashay over the dirt cods. And my fingers segmented to try to get a feel of the land in which I do not intimately live. When my husband and I first went to Santorini in Greece, I cried as we pulled into the caldera because I had this intense feeling that I'd been there before and was coming back, coming home. Santorini, volcanic cones sketch a dragon's back. Thera clings to the rim, white exclamations touching the kind of blue a hand gets lost in. After Thera erupted, governments changed. Men dying faster with knives, slower with envy. After daily hordes of tourists, houses and churches hold the hill with tomatoes, grapes, and the air is someone breathing. I went back again, and although I didn't cry, it was the same magical experience. And I ate at the top along the rim touching that blue sky and cried because my husband wasn't there. So this is a poem about my husband. What's left for Dick? I love what's left over. Sage leaves stripped, stirred into the stew, a green stem remaining, holding only itself. I undress the garlic cloves, garlic warding off evil, my grandmother said. The papery skins lived in a gust through the window. Half inch of wine turns my glass by the sink into a red prism. Five of the set of 12 glasses we bought at Ikea remain. Next morning I grind dark beans into a wake-up call. The cup you used to drink from sits in the corner of the cupboard. I've been going through photos since my sister died in January and thinking about the fact that she was the last person who knew me as a child and looking at these photos, remembering memories from our growing up. And these poems I've read after the poems in my book are new poems that have been published. I don't remember the last time I saw my father. Maybe it was at my grandparents' house, down the long driveway, along the little creek. With the raccoons my grandfather kept in cages by the barn. We asked Grandma first thing as we stepped off the bus. Is he here? Those days were blue-black, like the early bruises mother war until they aged to yellow. We were glazed from lack of a sound sleep. Our lives stitched between learning and recess at school and home.  His house was falling down. Our house had beds, tables, a stone fireplace, and blinded windows in the middle of a field. Our house was airtight. We were, my mother, two sisters and I, fully clothed, except when we bathed. Even then we didn't look at our bodies as we soaked and rinsed. In the few photos I have of my father, I can see he was handsome. Mostly I see him with his head bandaged like an upside down egg cup after he fired the bullet. After I closed that book, I started a new one with, if not a happy ever after ending, at least one bursting with color and light, violet, chartreuse, orange, reds, golds, and unblinded windows. We've had an interesting year of weather, but I remember one year when it rained, and I believe it rained like 100 days straight. And I put some of my frustration on the page. The year it rained, 50 days, 50 nights, earth, fissures, hills, slide, rivers, turn. The sun is a mummy. 60 days, 61 nights, windshield wipers burn their rubber. Traffic signals short out, tree bark wrinkles, crows give up calling. 70 days and nights, houses sprout lichen, mold, people buy artificial flowers. Their feet conform to hip boots. Their skin smells yellow slick. 80 days, 89 nights, we're trained to tune out the weatherman. We stop dreaming of baseball, blackberries, peaches, grapes. Television is our only transport. Views is below. 90 days, after 100 nights, ghosts go hiding.  Art plans spring up like mushrooms. Lumber and nails have sold out. We stop praying for sun, start thinking gills. We pray for gills. And there is a website posted up at the top. It's HTTPS colon, two forward slashes, pardon me, phonebook.gallery. And it's a website that was created by Nathan Langston of more than 900 artists, painters, songwriters, musicians, poets from 488 cities in 72 countries. It's an amazing website. You can't look at everything all at once. Our colleague, Susan Rich, is included. One of my poems is included. And it's a very easy site to navigate. You just go to the website and click on artists. And you can go also to the map. And the map itself is an artistic endeavor. At any rate, it's an amazing site and do check on it. And then there's another website that's listed. There is a place called La Romita in Turin, Italy. And I've been there twice for workshops with Kim Adonizio. They've been having virtual appartice. It started about some 56 years ago as a Center for Painters. It's on the site of a 500-year-old church with olive groves and sheep on the other side of the fence. A magical place. And so the website is listed there and down at the bottom now. Thank you, Deb. And normally, I publish anthologies or individual journals. But I had read this for an appartite fan. It was asked by Alessandro if they could feature this in their newsletter this month. And so the poem is at the site under news. But I'm going to read the poem that is published there. And this was very recent. Self-portrait of My Cells with No Self-Pity. Begins with an epigraph. Be the statue on the dashboard. Travelling, hopefully. Kelly Russell Agedon. And again, self-portrait of My Cells with No Self-Pity. To be is not enough. I want to be groundbreaking, earth-shaking, stubborn, and visionary, like Muriel Rakhizer, who after a mini-stroke sank slowly to the floor, still reading her poem. My multiple cells must be about visions and non-apologetic when we fall short, bruised, and out of breath. I must believe in all the saints, the saint of strays, St. Mary, St. Jude, the saint of rats. Even if we don't believe in heaven, we know what hell is like. We must call out the king wearing no clothes, take the hand of a leper, grow flood victims to shore. We must be the statue on the dashboard. We must write our own safe roach poem. We say you are filling out food, but that we know you not at all. I reach, I touch. We must burn the coats of deceit. Thank you very much for coming. Does anyone have any questions? I haven't seen any in chat yet, but people can also just unmute themselves and ask a question or put it in chat. Sorry, I was joining late. I would like to know where is location of the place you live and your father's house you explained with raccoons. That was in Ohio, and it was a city called... Well, I shared my grandparents' houses in both Perry, Ohio, and that was the one with the raccoons in it, and my birth father's parents. And then my mother's parents lived in a town called Painesville, Ohio, and they were very near each other. Thank you. Thank you, Bezna. Oh, I agree with the comment that flesh was a lie. I spent a lifetime chasing. And the poems about the basketball court, Celeste, really visual and vivid. Yeah, my wife would be super red. Had I told her about this reading? Oh. Yes, I remember you saying she was shy. But they're strong poems. She's very shy. She's also a writer, too, so... But she does fiction and I do poetry. Well, that's good. Yeah, that's always an interesting question for writers and poets about when you include parts of your experience, your life, the people in your life, and then how that feels to put it on the page. So both Susan and Celeste would be interesting for you to talk about that a little bit, just how it feels. Do you ever feel maybe I shouldn't put that on the page? I don't know. I just think about that question a lot. I think that for me, it's... I think that most people around me know that I'm a writer. And for me, I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel like if you're going to do something crazy or you're going to say something outrageous, I'm probably going to include it in a poem eventually. When my now 16-year-old niece was four, I was walking her from my mom's house down to her mom's house. And she asked me, she looked up at me with these big, beautiful eyes. And she asked me, she's like, Auntie, is the rain ticklish? And I'm like, hey, that's an interesting question. I was like, I don't know, baby. I said, let me find out. And she never asked me that question again. But I mean, when you hear stuff like that, that's amazing. My wife and I, we've drifted apart, come back together a couple of times. And when I finished this crown knowing that I had written it for her, as she was driving to me from Mescalero to El Paso, I read it to her. And she couldn't believe that I was able to write a 15-page poem for her. And I told her almost the whole book would be for her. For me, if I put it on the page, then it's there on the page. And I just go with it. Sometimes it takes me a long time to figure out what to put on the page. For years, I've been writing about my birth father, who was murdered. He didn't die after he shot himself. And trying to grasp why. And so sometimes I work out what I think is why on the page. But in the poems I write, I mean, if I feel that someone is going to be upset about them, then I shouldn't write them. Because if I write them, they're going to exist. I have a friend who wrote about and published her book a couple of years ago. Her mother was incensed and embarrassed because my friend wrote poems about her father that were not flattering. And she said, how could you? How could you do that? How do you know that's the way it was? And my friend said, well, that's how I saw it. And so I guess just going from what I see and trying to also recognize their sides I don't see, where those can take me. Thank you. There's a question that Sam put in the chat. This is for Celeste. She, Sam said, a writing couple, Celeste, do you and your wife collaborate with writing or do crossover projects? We haven't yet. Of course, my wife, I mean, to surprise you guys even more on top of my highly stressful job in writing, we are also raising eight children. So. Oh, Celeste, I didn't know that. Wow. I tend to keep my private life private. But we don't have a lot of time to write. Our oldest is nine. Our youngest is 16 months. Oh my gosh, Celeste. But no, we haven't. But it's also not something that I would be against the idea of when I was working on my thesis, I had this idea in my brain to write a poem in the shape of like a screenplay. So that was really interesting. And I would probably like to toy around with it more. I'm trying to get my wife back into writing, if not creating art in some way, shape or form. That's wonderful. And I love I love what you wrote, Emily. I was going to comment on that, too. It always makes me laugh. If you want to write about you better, you should have been better. I love that, Emily. Oh, I had a question and it just went out of my head. Oh my goodness. Does anybody else have any other questions or anything to add? And I'll see if I can come up with my question again. I don't have a question, but it's always an honor to hear you guys read. Oh, thank you, Emily. Thank you. It's a very nice break from homework. So thank you for your time. Well, it's amazing that you can take a break in that. And you should. But sometimes people forget they have to do self-care, too. I don't want to put anybody on the spot, but I hope some of you are going to stay for the workshop. We've decided that Celeste will do a workshop and I'll do a workshop. And have you write a poem per the prompt? And we haven't decided yet who's going first for that one either. We had a number of things decided, but not everything. So like Deb said at the start of this, we're learning as we go. It's just free flowing. Yeah, free flowing. That's what she said. So I think maybe if there are no more questions, that we'll take a break. And I'm just going to turn off my video and sound and be back just before noon. OK, so let's take a short break and then we'll start the workshop. Great, great, great. All right, thank you. Everybody hang out and take a break. Thanks, everyone, for coming.