First Brush with Lucid Lynx

This time, I chose the upgrade using the Update Manager. Naturally, due to the massive competition from thousands of others doing the same thing, it took five hours over my cable connection. That’s no big deal. The jump from 9.10 to 10.04 was otherwise pretty smooth.

I am in no position to test everything, nor even the most commonly used applications. That’s not how I work. However, I did test the things I use. So the upgrade-in-place left my default browser — Chrome — working just fine. Stuff I built on Karmic still works fine in Lucid. The upgrade picked up everything I had installed from the standard repositories. Yet, not all of my settings were preserved, and a few things were downright broken.

We have already heard much about the changed window frame buttons, but I didn’t get any frames at all on first reboot. Indeed, the primary graphic display took a long time to come up on my fast card. I did appreciate not having to fool with the Fglrx driver installation, but I had to go and select a theme, because no part of the default, about which everyone was kvetching, appeared. Nothing, and no multiple desktops, etc. Once I chose the Human theme, everything was pretty much back to normal.

I despise the Gnome Screensaver. It is a badly crippled version of the old Xscreensaver, lacking some critical fine granularity in options, so I usually substitute. This time I actually had to uninstall the Gnome version, because it insisted on running after I killed it repeatedly, and disabled it in my options. It still came up. It’s gone now.

Evolution reminds me every time this is GNOME. It hangs, some frequently used options are hidden, some keystrokes are broken, and so forth. Though it’s not the best browser, Opera is a superior mail client. That’s what I use.

Alsa reads my onboard chipset fine, but does less to accommodate than the previous release. I had to add several lines to get the minimum controls in the mixer. And why Lucid decided I had to have a /dev/fd0 when I never had one before, I can’t comprehend. The error created massive logs before I noticed it.

There were other minor glitches, but it was pretty much worth upgrading. For those of you who insist I should file bug reports, you need to understand my history. Apparently I am utterly incompetent in writing them, because over the past decade, they were all deleted, on every buglist I joined. From the GNOME folks especially, I’ve been told to get lost. It’s possible I annoyed someone important, though I have no idea how. Thus, I don’t even get the faint moment of warm glow knowing I’ve helped others. Besides, the developers have no interest, and are sometimes hostile, if you dare to request a fix for the previous release. Everything is rolled into the next release, and I am somehow evil for daring to suggest anything different.

So every OS stinks, and right now, Lucid Lynx stinks least. We’ll see how long that lasts, because I really like the idea of the LTS.

Selected Failures of Western Civilization

Efficiency does not scale. Just because you can detect refinements does not mean they will work. No living human, nor group of them, can effectively account for even a minimum of complex factors when attempting to apply efficiency measures above the scale of their immediate personal ownership.

The poor and lowly, regardless of individual or class morality, are represented by nobody. It won’t matter a whit your level of involvement, of first-hand experience with their sorrows, you can’t be one of them unless you forever dismiss your option to eventually go back to the other world. When you cut yourself off that way, you have no power to help them politically. As long as you can do something, you can’t possibly do the right thing, though it’s all too easy to manipulate them into voting for you.

The Myth of Tomorrow in Western Civilization is so fundamental, it will not die until the civilization itself does. This is the myth by which almost the entire Merchant Culture (the soul of Western Civilization, AKA Babylon) lives, banking on future events. It is the very essence of material progress in a world which denies God’s direct intervention. It assumes control on a level which is unrealistic, but because so very many people at one time and in one place accept the myth, it works for a time. It is possible to have economic growth without credit. Such growth will be slow, but it will be fully supported by reality — that is, it won’t come without God’s support in the first place. Credit systems are inherently sinful, because they seek to bypass the hand of God. Disregard His interests at your own peril.

Complain all you want, but fallen man cannot possibly live in a multi-cultural environment without becoming utterly mercenary. If he is not loyal to his own people, he will be loyal to some lesser thing; if not the gods of his people, some far lesser deity of demons. To raise man above such filth is possible in only one setting, and that is the tribal social structure of a segregated society, even if only on a small scale. Nothing about it requires genuine hatred, only the ineffable love of one’s own kind. This is so deeply burned into us by the Fall, no power on earth can overcome it.

The Myth of Modern Israel is rooted in the single greatest failure of Western Christianity — the utter inability to operate on a spiritual level. That is, the very nature of Western Christian faith is anchored in this fallen realm, and cannot see everything God is doing is anchored in the spirit realm. Thus, we realize organized religion cannot see how the Cross ended the Covenant of Moses. Israel had so utterly rejected God, He gave them their demand, and the only legitimate meaning to the word “Israel” now is other-worldly. There was at one time both a literal Israel and a Spiritual Israel, but no more. There is only a Spiritual Israel. God does not deal with nations redemptively, only His own Kingdom of the Spirit.

This is no Replacement Theology, since that posits a worldly anchor, too. No church on this earth is organized by God. Rather, God calls His spiritual nation His church, His congregation of mixed multitudes who cannot be a nation except in the Spirit. To the degree we organize at all in this fallen realm, it remains a purely human organization, subject to all the foibles of human politics and fallen nature. There is no expectation from God such organization will accomplish anything, no measure of success; it is simply a tool by which revelation is accomplished.

Chrome Browser for Linux: Worth a Shot

All browsers stink. Some are simply able to choke you less.

I am fully aware Google lies about compromising your privacy. Very early on I knew they were allied with the CIA and other clandestine agencies of the US government through investment funding, and they allow the likes of NSA full run of their massive data on Internet user habits. They threw a very public fit about China cracking their mail system, but I’m pretty sure NSA has carte blanche to read anything they please from that same mail system. If you are worried about privacy, stay off the Internet. Or, you can take my path, which is utter transparency. I don’t hide my despite for the US federal government, but I am no real threat, since my allegiance is utterly outside this world.

The real issue is not paranoid privacy, but keeping the advertisers from annoying you while you try to surf the web for information which actually matters. Aside from restricting yourself to plain text browsers, you can use browsers which permit a certain amount of crippling the normal browser functions. So I give kudos to Opera for allowing the placement of settings in the browser interface itself. Explore the various interface toolbars and discover you can put the cookies button there and turn them on or off depending on the sites you visit. Most websites still allow you to see them without any cookies at all. The Mozilla gang at least allows you to set the browser to ask you for each different server, and making them all session cookies is a nice option. The whole idea is avoiding advertisers using those websites as a way to assign you a tracking ID by which they present ever more intrusive advertising aimed at your “profile” of behavior. It’s creepy, unwarranted, and in my opinion justifies any action you can take to frustrate it.

These days I’m much more concerned with actual technical aspects. For example, we all hate Flash because it’s a resource hog. Worse, some of the most useful information is available only be video, which has become a very bad habit, since it often takes longer to extract it from the video viewing process than from simply a few lines of well written text. And you may probably be quite annoyed at the implementations of JavaScript because most sites overdo it. But when your browser also handles those things poorly, it only gets worse. These days, cookie games bother me less than just getting stuff done without pegging my dual-core CPU for mundane activities. On Linux, such things are easier to track (I use GKrellM).

The Mozilla gang changes their stuff so often, you might as well get used to building it yourself. Way too many Linux distros do not track Firefox properly when security fixes are released. Then again, Firefox makes no path for upgrading modular elements, so you have to build the whole darn thing. Fortunately, they at least make it fairly easy for mainstream distros with relatively easy instructions for those who have built anything at all from source. It works a whole lot better built on my machine: faster, sharper fonts, etc. I do it with every new release, primarily because the underlying rendering engine is the best there is for turning complex webpages into simple text. That’s about the only reason I use it.

Opera, as previously noted, is really simple to use, and allows a wealth of guerrilla settings. However, the most annoying thing is the very poor linking with browser plugins and the incomplete support for JavaScript. It’s great I can have buttons to toggle plugins, scripts, cookies, images, etc., but enabling them reveals how little the Opera developers understand Linux. The plugins are an ugly hack, at best. If you visit a site which has embedded YouTube videos, for example, and run even one of them, however brief, you will find the browser continues to pound away on your CPU even after FlashPlayer is finished. You literally have to reload the page to get it to stop. And no browser I have ever tested freezes on scripts half so bad as Opera, including on Windows. When it does, Opera can lock the entire X server.

Enter Google’s Chrome browser. Since I’m running Ubuntu, it’s pretty simple to download the Debian-based build. It’s faster than most other graphical browsers, far more stable with scripts, and plugins work much better. For example, after watching a Flash video the browser does not continue hogging the CPU. It manages to disengage the FlashPlayer until I need it again. Rendering is much quicker on everything, and fonts are pretty sharp. The drawback is the optional controls. Right now, you cannot turn off animated GIF images. I see dozens of requests for it, and I suppose they might actually implement it, since every other graphical browser does. Even if it required editing the configuration file manually, I’d be happy. On pages with too many moving GIFs, I simply use another browser, or have to turn off all images for that server. There are some extension modules you can download, such as FlashBlock and AdBlock, both of which save you from distractions, but the implementation is far from simple to use. AdBlock is pretty much all-or-nothing.

There are some other flaws, such as no option to treat cookies on the fly as session cookies. You either accept them or not. Also, I cannot get the Linux version to honor any sort of user CSS file, which is a basic requirement under the standards. Plenty of other fine-grained controls are missing, and some of the chatter on their developer lists indicates a poor attitude on some issues. Yet, in the balance of things, simply because what it does, it does better, I have made it my default browser. Give it a test drive.

Mate Selection: The Eyes Lie

After 30+ years, I confirm today I could not have made a better choice in whom to marry. It won’t matter how you choose to measure such things; my wife is the one smartest decision I ever made.

You would not call her “a hot babe.” She was cute enough in her youth, but never what most Westerners call “beautiful.” Nor was I madly in love, as most people would phrase it, when I sought her hand in marriage. I had only one thing on my mind: Would she support the calling and mission of God in my life?

It didn’t matter how little I knew of where that calling would take me over the years ahead. The question was primarily one of commitment to faith. Hers had to be the equivalent of mine. Otherwise, no other variable would make a bit of difference. You may not have such a sense of calling, but I’ll wager if you take the time to get to know yourself and what really and truly matters to you, you’ll also realize what you have to have in a spouse. If you don’t know yourself well enough to even think that way, don’t bother pretending you even understand romance enough to go out on a single date. If you aren’t aiming at longevity and stability under the fancy paint job called “romance,” shame on you.

Already, we have probably eliminated the vast majority of females you are likely to have encountered in your world. That is to say, the vast majority of Western women have no clue what they are supposed to be, how they should view themselves in the mirror of the soul. What we see with our eyes will surely call out to the hormones here in the Western world, but it is easily the biggest lie. So utterly false is our culture on this, I can state with utter confidence the correlation between physical attractiveness and marriage failure is far, far higher than mere chance. If she really appeals to your eyes, she’s probably the wrong gal for you.

Since we lack the fundamental understanding of human nature in the West to make assisted mate selection work properly, I am left warning you men of good conscience to close your eyes when you consider anything beyond cold and calculating acquaintance with a female. The very moment you seek warmth with any female not close enough to qualify as incest, close your eyes. Don’t think about the rush of hormonal urges; don’t let the hormones vote. Your personal taste is not a reliable indicator. Stop and consider in full depth whether it would actually work. You have to be utterly cruel to yourself for this to make any useful difference.

Yes, a big chunk of this depends entirely on how you are put together, and how you rate with the women, and many other factors. Just because you are utterly certain she’s the perfect fit does not oblige her to respond favorably. Don’t forget the constant factor of truth: You can’t take yourself too seriously, and can’t trust your own judgment on everything. In the end, you really must get help from those who care about you and know you best. At the same time, if she’s really right, it will eventually work out. You have to make yourself care most about the long term.

Aside from all this business of getting your head on straight first — insofar as that’s possible — there is one eternal principle you must seize upon and never let go. True lasting marital love and peace arises from a wise choice; it comes behind the commitment, not before. Choose wisely and the true romance will come later. We are built that way. Romantic love is not some unstoppable force which drags you into a relationship; it is sheer madness to think that way. True love comes later, and rightly so.

Customer Is Not Always Right

The other half of my complaint — too much of Open Source is so developer centric it can quickly become anti-user — is sometimes the user wants the wrong thing.

But it’s not so easy to untangle this mess, since there are more than two actors in every scene. We might attempt to say the old “customer is king” approach is a major element in what makes Windows vulnerable to every drive-by infection and hijacking. Actually, that becomes the excuse for doing things wrong which encourages the hijackings. Never forget, you who buy a Windows PC are not the customer; advertisers are the customer. Your eyeballs are sold to advertisers. Windows is merely a platform for delivering the user to commercial interests.

Thus, we identify a very real world power which goes by many names, but perhaps a tamer label would be the global merchant culture. It has its own language, customs, and concerns. You might also call it the corporate culture, since that’s how we experience it most of the time. Corporations compete vividly amongst themselves, but will present a united front against government and customer interference. You only think you know what you want because the merchants have manipulated us forever, it seems. Do some research into the background of Edward Bernays. His ilk have sought, and mostly succeeded, in shaping demand to whatever the corporations determine will make them the most money.

Apple does this, too, but simply uses a different flavor of manipulation.

What we are getting at here is nobody really cares what you want. Whether manipulated or not, some of what you might want is plain evil. I can assure you some of what I want is evil, and I struggle to quiet that lustful nagging. There is a God in Heaven to Whom we are accountable. At the same time, He has forbidden me exercising all my options for limiting your evil choices, since I have too much to do limiting my own.

In my computer ministry, I don’t much care what people want to do with their computers. I care in the sense I will pray for porn addicts, but the real issue for me is not their porn habit. The real issue is how insecure computer OSes and software makes the Internet a very much worse place than it has to be. If there were not so much money to be made in keeping computers vulnerable, the Net would be more boring, but more usable to me, at least. The most marketable, most sought after data passed over the Net wires happens to be consumable only with the the most vulnerable junk software available. The vast majority of the people using the Internet want things which get in the way of what the Net is all about in the first place.

But I am in no position to dictate my wishes to the world. We already have enough of that arrogance, so I’m always crushing down my urges in that direction and simply doing what little I can to help. Whenever possible, I try to convince people to use Ubuntu or CentOS. All software stinks, but those two stink least in my nostrils. For now. This at least offers a great deal more protection than any version of Windows with any amount of protective add-ons when facing the predator-infested waters of the Internet. Every so often, researchers who aren’t beholden to the corporate culture will reveal some new way in which MS delivers clients to their partners in corporate perfidy. If I were really worried about morality viewed in the typical logic of Western absolutes, I would be trying to destroy all computers.

Thus, bad as Open Source may be, it’s slightly better than Windows. Apple is some of both, just snottier and more expensive. Then again, if I could afford a really nice Mac, I’d use that simply because it’s a better Unix than Linux, and a whole lot prettier to view.

Computer Helps Ministry Returns

For the past decade or so I have offered as much computer help as I could for free. People did sometimes offer money, but it was never required. I did what I could because I really like people. In my world, computers serve people, or computers have no reason to exist.

A great many readers have passed through here objecting to my posts about Linux, often with such ugliness I had to delete their comments. I’m reluctant to do that, but particularly among the Linux hobby users and enthusiasts, there is a powerful streak of anti-human sentiment. To understand Open Source, you have to grasp the idea the entire field of endeavor is developer centric, as opposed to user centered. Or perhaps we might say it is centered on the science and art of computer coding, and users be damned. It’s less so than when I first tasted Linux 15 years ago, and there has been a recent upswing in reaching for the user’s favor. I liken it to a very awkward geek trying hard to figure out how to speak to a lovely lass — they are trying, but often miss the point.

With Ubuntu, we have a solid couple of layers between developers and users. While this means the developers get less useful feedback from the Ubuntu community, at least the users are treated better. For older hardware, or simply utility computer use, I still recommend CentOS, but for home desktop users, Ubuntu reigns. This past week I installed it on a lady’s machine, and she appears to have adapted quickly. Perhaps that’s because she does so little with a computer in the first place, but that’s what Ubuntu is designed to cover. All of her hardware works with Karmic Koala, and in a month or so we’ll upgrade to Lucid Lynx. She will be much more comfortable with that Long Term Support, since frequent re-releases would annoy her.

While I could steer most folks to the Ubuntu forums, frankly that thing has swollen to such a scale it’s hard to get involved. I have tried to offer my help suggestions there, but it’s just too hard to keep up with the high traffic. I gave up for the most part. I’ll keep my comments here.

For the most part, I’ll still be supporting the various iterations of Windows, but my primary efforts will be aimed at migrating folks to Linux. It seems to me, after all my years of effort, a couple of Linux companies understand the idea that frequent wholesale upgrades were driving ordinary users away. With all the hassles they experience with Windows, it’s a much easier sell these days. Now that I have more time for this, it seems it might finally fly.

Propaganda Ambush: Accusation of Racism

Her costume was assertively African. The colors, the cut of her dress, the accouterments — in every detail it spoke loudly of her heritage. It was actually quite attractive.

He sat in a folding chair on the platform, his impassive blue eyes scanning the audience while the lady spoke. Nothing about her words surprised him; she was nothing if not consistent. In her element now, she played the audience, saying all the things she said before in countless other speeches. Every gesture, shift in the tone of voice, even down to the blinking of her eyes, was carefully scripted. The only variations were the many different ways of expressing the theme of racism.

Finally, she turned to him directly. “And Mr. Brolin, I believe it is racist of you to propose such a thing.” She moved from the podium and sat down to hoots, cheers and scattered applause. The booing was rather muted.

Nothing in his face or movements evinced the least bit of agitation. He stood and walked to the podium. “Thank you, Mrs. Jackson. Food for thought. I know a lot about racism, myself.”

He paused, and was rewarded by audible sounds of surprise and scorn. “My people face racial oppression, too. Your ancestors were brought to this nation in chains, and treated as property. Mine were here already here when the Caucasians of Europe invaded, and we were simply slaughtered.”

The mood of audience was very unsettled now. “Do you assume simply because of my blue eyes I cannot claim a minority heritage? That goes to very heart of racism itself. My appearance is deceiving for the simple reason many of my ancestors were not racist, but felt the differences were of no consequence. Yet today I can easily take my place on the Tribal Roll. I choose not to, simply because I find it has been reduced to mere political propaganda.

“Instead, I simply maintain my ties to my Native American heritage by promoting the values I learned from my elders. My proposal is not a White thing, but a tribal thing.”

Turning to his opponent, he asked, “Should I assume your ancestors understood living under a tribal social structure?” Her face was a frozen mask of anger, as she stared straight ahead without meeting his gaze. In that brief pause waiting to see if she would answer, the chorus of laughter, cheering and applause rose swiftly in the audience.

Fascist Modern Medicine

Let’s understand first what “fascism” means.

Fascism … is a radical and authoritarian nationalist political ideology. Fascists seek to organize a nation on corporatist perspectives, values, and systems such as the political system and the economy. (from Wikipedia)

Looking it up in the dictionary may not help you, because academic definitions don’t do well in helping most people unlearn false meanings. Fascist is not precisely Nazi. Frankly, running up to WW2, the Italians were more precise about it. Reduced to its lowest level, fascism is the state as god, and government is by and for major corporations. Thus, the rich and powerful run the country, which is hardly new, but fascism is a particular flavor of mechanism. Add to this the basic methods of controlling information and maintaining a bogus climate of fear and war-time mobilization, and the package is complete. Is this a great country, or what?

Given the incestuous relationship between every government agency and those entities they regulate, our national government is fascist by definition. Lobbyists influence the process of legislation, the executive regulators are all beholden directly to those they regulate, and much of the courts system is loaded with lawyers of the same corporations. For example, Clarence Thomas, so revered by the right, is a creature of Monsanto. He fiercely defends their “right” to take over the entire food production system, and sees nothing wrong with Monsanto poisoning the farms and entire human population of the world. Background research will reveal each of the other Justices have similar allegiances.

The entire US medical system is similarly perverted and fascist. Medical people can be really fine humans, but the system owns them, and that system is fascist. Doctors are not even allowed to think for themselves on a vast range of issues. Thus, anyone with a single shred of independence is quickly labeled a “quack” to ensure no one listens to them, despite the pretense of scientific method. For the time being, the Internet remains one of the few places where just about anyone can publish just about anything, and the old means of press censorship is breaking the monopoly of government-controlled media.

Consider Dr. Joseph Mercola. I have yet to detect in his work the sort of arrogance which marks someone who cannot be trusted. As one who does not frequent his site, I seem to recall at least once he has issued a mea culpa and asked his readers to forgive the error, and sought to offer advice to counter his mistake. Yes, his site is loaded with advertising, but at least he is selective enough to sell what he actually supports directly in his articles. Most of the time I visit his site using either Lynx or Elinks plain text browsers. Still, the information is presented for your consideration and his stuff is linked from all over the Net.

Today I ran across his discussion of vaccine contamination. You’ll note his article states only what can be supported by the facts: Big Pharma is careless with your health. He allows you to draw the inference getting the FDA to act on real evidence is like pulling teeth. He suggests you research what folks do to you, and offers links to get you started.

But I’m not required to be so circumspect. Having done some of that research, I have concluded Big Pharma is a bigger threat to your health and life than almost any disease from nature. No, not every medical remedy is inherently dangerous, but medical care in the US is loaded with layers of downright lies which doctors tell with a straight face, if for no other reason than they are too deeply deceived to know any better. Big Pharma in practice owns the full medical establishment, which includes the entire process by which doctors are educated and trained. Elementary kids in public and private schools alike are seldom offered anything at variance with the dogma demanded by Big Pharma (along with the various dogmas of other interested parties). So it’s no surprise med-schools are owned, as it were, by Big Pharma. Doctors are almost bound by law to accept whatever Big Pharma says is truth, if nothing else, by the AMA.

But this happens throughout the system. What about the services you need once the medical system is through with you? Right here in Oklahoma, it is illegal to sell a coffin unless you are a registered and licensed undertaker, in good standing with the state bureau. That bureau is run by a handful of elitist morticians who do not want their obscene profits infringed. If you don’t charge at least ten times the actual bare retail value of a cloth-lined box for human remains, you aren’t allowed to do business in Oklahoma. Yes, most Oklahoma funeral business folks are crooks. They depend on the very fundamental fact almost no decision made under stress during a personal crisis is wise. They can be decent to deal with when you actually need their services, but they are gouging you without mercy, operating as a cartel protected by law. This is fascism by definition.

If you trust yourself to the kind intentions of experts, neither your life, liberty nor property are safe.

We Will Not Forget

Is your church BATF-approved?

19 April 1993 — Waco, Texas

The Hermit Impulse

I empathize; I understand completely.

Imagine living in a world where you see the most massive storm blowing in — so huge, it seems to take forever, creeping ever closer. You see it, feel the stiffening cold wind, smell the ozone from a million bolts of lightening. And everyone around you ignores it. Not just don’t bother looking up, they don’t comment on it, but talk and act as if no storm exists. They wipe away imaginary sweat, discuss the bright sunny heat, turn up the A/C and pray for rain. If you dare to mention it, they look at you as if you were nuts.

If you stay in such a society, you will be treated as a nut, even to the point of persecution. If you go away, keep to yourself and avoid the fools while you prepare for this storm, you at least avoid the hassles. In some parts of academia, it’s called the Elijah Experience. You may recall the crazy prophet to the Northern Kingdom of Israel during the Omride Dynasty. Queen Jezebel tried to have him killed because he dared to speak the truth of things.

I’m not called to prophesy like Elijah. That lets me off the hook in may ways. Still, I am not allowed to remain silent. The one current soapbox God allows me is this blogging stuff. I’ve tried quite a few different other ways of letting folks know there’s a storm overhead, ready to start making a mess of things any day now, but most of the time I’m treated like a madman. It no longer gets under my skin. Nowadays, it’s almost amusing, in that I grin and laugh to keep from collapsing in tears.

I realize there is nothing I can do to make people hear or see. That’s not in my hands. At the same time, I can’t simply give in to the hermit impulse, not entirely. Sure, I live out in the boonies, and in flyover country at that. And there was a time when I preached to fairly large crowds, but that was back when my message was familiar to them. I saw the storm on the far horizon then, but hadn’t started talking about it much. The closer it seemed to me, the more I talked about it, and the more they pushed me off the platform to silence me. Making signs and clever t-shirt messages didn’t help much, nor vast libraries of writing. No, those who see the storm as I do are quite few.

There is no way I can guess whether God has plans to change the current efforts He has placed in my hands, but for now, it seems altogether unlikely. I’ll continue dealing with one or two, here and there, and a small portion of family and friends who already believe. I’ll keep writing on this and my other blog, and keeping the better stuff on my static archive site. I’ll keep messing around with computers because they are my most important tool for now. When God decides there is something else I need to do, I’ll get on it.

Meanwhile, there’s an awfully big storm overhead. It’s God’s wrath about to fall on America, and many parts of the rest of the world. But I’m not called to those other parts right now, so it’s all I can do to see how bad it is right here. Gonna be a big’un. Got yourself a storm shelter?