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Sunday, September 15, 2013

Food stop: Saarland

Dibbelabbes

As the Saarlanders say, "Hauptsach gudd gess!"  Essentially, it means, 'we're fine as long as we have good food.' A saying I can totally get behind. Here's an example of some of that good food.

In the Saarland, one of the dishes they claim as their own is called Dibbelabbes. It sounds like gibberish, but it's pretty tasty and not so difficult to make. Essentially, it's like a giant hash brown with smoked bacon and green onion.  Why is it called Dibbelabbes? As far as I could find out, a Dibbel, is dialect for 'pot', which is what you cook it in. 



Ingredients:
1/2 lb smoked bacon or ham
2 green onions
1 medium onion
2 lbs potatoes
1 egg
1/2 cup chopped parsley
salt, pepper, marjoram, nutmeg


Preparation:
Preheat the oven to 375°F

Dice the bacon or ham and begin to fry it in a cast-iron pot. Finely chop the onion and green onions. Add them to the skillet with the meat and saute them until they are translucent. Set aside to cool.

Peel the raw potatoes and grate them into a cheesecloth, or dish cloth, and squeeze out the liquid. Add the potatoes, eggs to the skillet and mix together and season to taste. Cover the pot (or put it in a baking dish and cover) and put it in the oven for 1 to 1 1/2 hours. If you want a crunchy top, remove the lid for the last 15min or so.

You can serve it with applesauce on the side. Guten Appetit!






Things my students say: Everything come out OK?

I had this group once of 40-something adults. One of the guys drank nothing but coffee all day. He would bring in this giant thermos of coffee every day and drink and drink and drink. The class lasted from 8am-2:45pm, so naturally, at some point, he'd have to poop. Understood, but no need to mention it.

Well, on test day, they had had plenty of time before the test to use the restroom, but as soon as I was ready to start the listening section, the coffee guy, was like, "I have to go to the bathroom." I was only slightly annoyed because I was thinking of children and the whole, why didn't you go before? So anyways, we waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. After about 10 minutes of waiting on him, we all knew what he was up to, but one student, a retired butcher in his late 40s, just had to take it there.

At one point, everyone, there were 4 of us, made eye contact with each other, then retired butcher gets this huge grin on his face and says what everyone is thinking. He nods knowingly, " Er macht eine Dicke." Which, if you don't know German, is basically equivalent to, "He's dropping a fat one."

Then after another 2 minutes of awkward silence, and me covering my face with my hands, coffee guy walks back in, sits down, sighs in a very refreshed way, and the test began.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Awkward Situations: Talking to yourself.

We all do it; talk to ourselves. Have long conversations in our head. There's nothing abnormal about that. It's just some of us have trouble keeping it there, in our heads. The other night some friends and I were having a drink and discussing embarrassing situations in which we were caught talking to ourselves. I can remember two such situations and one were I was caught dancing to myself.

1) And then you die...of embarrassment


I went to school in Nebraska, and it gets cold and icy there. It was my senior year and that winter had been particularly cold. I remember that during this incident I'm about to explain, the high temperature that week, not day, week, was -3°F (-19°C) with a windchill of freeze your face off. In order to get to the university from where I lived, I had to walk over this pedestrian bridge. You could also reach a parking lot from there, so the bridge was frequented by many people. It was in an arc, so naturally towards the top it was super windy, freezing, and ice patches had formed along the way. There wasn't exactly a tall railing either, so walking to school was like running an obstacle course. Well, I suppose since it was icy, it wasn't so much running as slowly penguin waddling it to school. Anybody who lives in an area with loads of snow knows exactly what I'm taking about.

This one day, as I was walking over the bridge, I was talking to myself thinking, can you imagine if you were walking too fast and then slipped and fell over the railing? It'd like like whoops, and then you die, and chuckled a little to myself.  What I hadn't realized was, as I was walking, someone was coming in the opposite direction and I had said out loud, "and then you die" and then laughed just as they passed me. I can't describe the look of horror that came from their face as they ran away as quickly as their penguin waddle could take them. I wanted to say, "No, no not what I meant!", but instead I just hung my head in shame and waddled in the opposite direction to class. Had that happened in today's world I'm sure I would have been arrested.


2) Uh...New Year's is not the next holiday.

This one isn't so much awkward as it is random. Back in the day, before the digital age that is, you used to have to take your film in to have it developed. Well I was with a friend at Walmart doing just this, in August. The guy behind the counter was filling out the form, how many pictures, glossy or matt, etc. (Brings back memories, doesn't it?) and suddenly he stopped and looked at me. He goes, "Uh, New Year's isn't the next holiday." I was like, "I know, it's only August." He goes, "You just said that New Year's was the next holiday." I go, "No, I didn't" then looked at my friend. She nodded her head and was like, "Yes, you did." I was like, "Really?" They both nodded confused.

I wish I had known what was going on in my brain at that exact moment. I have absolutely no recollection of thinking of any sort of holiday. I do tend to have these brain spasms, which you'll read more of later.



3) Dance...like everyone is watching.


I like to listen to music when I walk around. It makes it as though I'm living in my own own movie, and the music is my soundtrack. Sometimes I have my dance music on and I can't help but wanna jam a little. This one day, while I was waiting to cross the street at a red light, I was jamming. Apparently quite noticably, because suddenly a car honked. I looked around and caught myself mid dance. Surrounded by a couple of other people staring at me. Luckily, the green signal to cross the street came on and I slowly walked away with my head hung in shame.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Awkward Situations: Rudolph's, ehem, 'red light'

When I first moved back to Germany in 2007, it was right after I had received my Master's in German literature. Now, as far as academic German went, I was good to go. However, only having spent one year in Berlin 4 years earlier, it was safe to say that my everyday, colloquial German, was not up to par. It never bothered me until the reality of  the importance of knowing everyday language became abundantly clear.

It was around the holidays and I had decided it would be a great idea to teach Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer. We had been talking about marketing and advertising and Rudolph was first seen in a booklet created for Montgomery Ward because they had wanted to create a coloring book to give away during Christmas in 1939. So, there was a little tie-in to the topic, plus my students loved singing. Keep in mind this was a class of 20-somethings.

On the board I wrote the opening lines and read them: "You know, Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen." As soon as I said 'vixen' there was some loud snickering in class. The actual teacher of the class, who was monitoring me, was sitting in the back and goes, "Kathleen, perhaps you should start again", so I did.

"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen..." Again, loud snickering when I said 'vixen.' I was confused. The actual teacher said, "Kathleen, perhaps explain to the class what a 'vixen' is." I said, well usually we think of a vixen as a sexy woman." Out loud laughter at this point.

I just shrugged. The actual teacher came forward and said, "Kathleen, perhaps you should know that in German wichsen (sounds like: vixen) means 'to masturbate."

Oh. Yes, you know Masturbate. The unknown reindeer.


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Travel Stop: Scotland Day 4






Edinburgh was a cesspool back in the day. That's the first thing I learned from our new driver James. We set off on our last day to explore the borders and Hadrian's Wall. It was a lovely, sunny, Scottish morning around 9 am and as we exited the city, James told us the story of how Edinburgh earned it's nickname, 'Old Reeky.' Now in English we understand the word 'reek' as to mean something that smells. Technically, it means smokey but they use it as to smell as well. Edinburgh is essentially built on the giant, steep hill and before the days of indoor plumbing, when everyone would just throw their waste out the window, it would all run down this hill and into a giant pool at the bottom.



So naturally over time, all that waste would just sit there and it'd get warm and just sit and sit and sit. Apparently you could smell Edinburgh before you got to it. I believe someone had recorded (again this was way back in the day) that they knew when they were within 5mi of Edinburgh. Basically, they said, <sniff sniff>, 'ah, we must be getting close.' Now, James went on about this for a good 15-20min. And while I love a good poo story, I will spare you more details.


Our first stop, was Rosslyn Chapel, made ultra famous by Dan Brown's, The Da Vinci Code. 

Naturally, Kerri found a cat.

Rosslyn Chapel was a private chapel built and still owned by the Sinclair family, originally of Normandy a long long time ago. The Sinclairs were cousins to William the Conqueror and knights during the Battle of Hastings 1066AD. There was this woman, St Margaret, who was said to possess a piece of the cross that Jesus was crucified on. The Sinclairs served as cupbearers to St Margaret, so protectors in a way. St Margaret was to go to Scotland to marry the Scottish King and that's how the Sinclair family became connected to the Scottish royalty and to religious artifacts. They were gifted lands and on the lands built a castle, which is in ruins now, and a chapel.




The think perhaps Sir William built the chapel as a possible ticket into heaven. The chapel itself is really only a part of what eventually could have been a small cathedral. The part that is standing today took 40years to build, and Sir William died 38 years into the building of it. Around 1455.






Eventually the Catholicism was out and the Protestants were in. In 1592 they ordered the destruction of the altars. The Sinclairs took everything from the altars and just closed up the chapel. It was over 200 years before the chapel was opened again. Inside the chapel there are quite a few statues missing. No one is sure if they were taken during the Reformation, or buried below in the vaults. Sir Walter Scott referenced this chapel n one of his poems. 




We weren't allowed to take pictures inside the chapel, which didn't stop some people....I was sitting in the back while this man was trying to give his talk and he had said no photos, and be quiet. Well, in the back people were snapping away and chatting away. It was so distracting. I was like a disgruntled museum curator, giving them the finger. Not "the finger" mind you, but the "shhhh! Be quiet!" finger and the "no photos allowed!" finger.

Some of the things believed to be buried in the vaults underneath now or at one time: dead sea scrolls, Knights Templar treasure, jewels of Scotland, Ark of the Covenant, true cross from the 11th C, head of John the Baptist, remains of Mary Magdalene, and most recently, only because of Dan Brown, the holy grail.


Why not just go into the vault and find out? Good question. Well apparently, they can't find the vault door. And the Sinclair family refuses to have even have a little lighted camera go in a small hole to look around. Fair enough. It's a private chapel. They have family remains down there, and who knows if opening the vault could cause massive structural damage. So it seems, the mystery will continue forever. 


There are many other mysteries, the hollow buttresses that seem to have something inside, the patterns on the blocks in Rosslyn that create a song (cymatics). The reason they believe the true cross of Jesus is there, is because they think during Henry VIII's raids on Scotland, they took it there for safe keeping. One reason they believe this is because Mary Queen of Scots is said to have visited the chapel and wrote a letter the the Sinclairs later, thanking them for letting her see "the secrets of the chapel." 



We also learned a lot about the legend of the Knights Templar and their ties to royalty, such as Robert the Bruce. Robert the Bruce had offered them sanctuary when no one else would. In my last post I mentioned the Battle of Bannockburn and Robert the Bruce's win. Though Robert the Bruce and his men were outnumbered and were severely lacking in equipment, it turns out that suddenly they had things like helmets, good swords, etc. And it was reported that on the second day of battle, when things weren't looking good for Robert the Bruce, a group of Knights wearing white robes suddenly rode into battle and pushed back the British. That's where the believed connection came in. The history of the Knights Templar themselves is quite interesting, but perhaps that'll be for another time.


Remains of the Sinclair's castle

After our tour of Rosslyn chapel, we moved on and stopped in a small, but quaint city, called Melrose. It is here that Robert the Bruce's heart was believed to have been buried. He had originally wanted it buried in the holy land, but when his men tried to take it there, they came across a group of Muslims in Spain, fought, and lost. The Muslims noticed these Knights were protecting this box and fought hard for it. So later when another group of crusaders came by, the Muslims gave them the box with the heart. Naturally, the crusaders coming back from the Holy Land did not want to turn around and go back, so the decided to have it buried at Melrose.

Melrose Abbey







After Melrose and some delicious macaroni and cheese, we hoped back on our wee red bus and continued down to the borders. "See that dark spot? That's England. Stay away from there."





He was playing Rockin Robin on the bagpipes...
'Ello Guvna!'

Looking back at Scotland
Now it is apparently near Melrose, from earlier, that the realm of the Faeries exists, in the Hollow Hills. As the story goes, on Samhain (basically our Halloween) the portals between the worlds opens up. Now Thomas of Eckrode was wandering the hills and came across a tall, beautiful woman dressed in all green. They got to chatting and she offered him her hand. He took it and she led him over the hill and into the realm of the Faeries. It's well known that if you are in Faerie, don't eat or drink anything, or else you will fall under their time. Thomas, however, did not know this, and what he thought was a few nights, turned out to be 7 years. When he returned to the human world, he had the gift of prophecy. But every gift has a catch. He could also never tell a lie.


This earned him the nickname, true Thomas. One day, as an old man, he opened the curtains to see a white stag outside. The white stag was a message from the faeries that his time here in the human world was up. So he went back up over the hills never to be seen again. Sometimes, when people go hiking up there, it'S been reported that they come across a strange old man. Is it Thomas?


This is a road built over an old Roman road. In Roman days this route was a huge thoroughfare.
We made it safely across the border into England. It was here we learned a little history of the tartans. Originally, clans didn't really do the tartan thing. Not as we know it today. Now naturally, most of the clans would get there clothes, or wool, what have you, from the same person, so there was some similarities and you might see a group of men from the same clan wearing the same colors, but it was never, well red and black like this is the MacDonalds. Instead, they had a clan badge. It was really Sir Walter Scott who started the whole this tartan represents this clan, and so on.


In the 1800s, the King came to Scotland for the first time in 150 years. The Scottish wanted to create a huge ceremony to welcome him, kind of like the Olympic opening ceremonies.  Sir Walter Scott was in charge of arranging it. The idea was to show the King that the rebellions were over and Scotland was loyal to him. Walter Scott took the idea of the tartans and made the colors brighter so they would create a visual spectacle. Naturally, if a tartan was as bright as you see them today (yellows, reds, etc) the enemy would see you from miles away.  He also thought it would be great if the King would wear a kilt. The King wore a kilt, but supposedly had unsightly legs or something, so Sir Walter Scott gave him some lovely bright pink tights to wear. That didn't go over too well, but oh well. 

THE ROBIN HOOD TREE


We arrived at Hadrian's Wall and took a short drive by the ROBIN HOOD tree, or Sycamore gap, before getting out and hiking along the wall to get to it. I saw hiking, because those were some steep climbs. We also learned that before battle, many times each member of the clan, who was fighting, would take a rock and build a pile. When the fight was over and they were able to walk off the battle field, they would go back the way they came until the pile. Then they would take a rock and throw it away. This way, they could essentially see how well the battle went. Small pile, it went well. Big pile, not so well. 

Hadrian's Wall

It used to be a much bigger wall, but over time it's eroded and well, if you look at the farms around, they also have stone walls...probably take from this wall.


It is believed that the Roman settlements never really went north of the wall, however, its been discovered that there are in fact Roman ruins at least 40mi north of the wall, so it's possible they did settle farther north, but they are just looking into this theory now.





I can picture Kevin Costner and Morgan Freeman there now...

After our hike along Hadrian's Wall, we drove back to the safety of Scotland and had a "comfort break" in Jedburgh. There is a lovely old abbey there, and I'm sorry to say I don't know much about its history.

Jedburgh Abbey



 The Mary Queen of Scots house was also in Jedburgh, though she never really stayed there. In the 1500s it belonged to a wealthy family of merchants, the Kerr family. Basically,  she stayed at this house to see her man, the man that was considered to be her one true love, Lord Bothwell. Now a fun story about the Kerr family. They would always build their staircases going in the opposite direction of what we normally see.  If you're going up a staircase, normally your right side would be on the narrow, middle part. It turns out though that pretty much everyone in the Kerr family was left-handed. (go lefties!) and therefore their staircases went the opposite direction. What does that matter you ask? 


I never knew this, but the way spiral staircases were built, was actually for a military advantage. That is, if you are right-handed, and going up the staircase fighting, you wouldn't have a lot of room to maneuver your right hand with that side of the staircase being super narrow. If you were defending from the top down, your right hand and sword would be on the wide part, thus giving you more room to maneuver. In some dialects corrie-dukit (I may have spelled that wrong) means left handed. Corrie, sounding like Kerr (the left-handed family.)  We know the expression, 'put up your dukes' or 'to duke it out'. Dukes means hands in Scottish dialect, so perhaps that's where the expressions comes from!



The last thing I learned before we rolled back into Edinburgh was that the last person to be imprisoned for witchcraft in Scotland was in 1944. It was a woman named Helen Duncan, from Callander (in my last post I have a picture from there.) She was said to have the gift of sight. One day in 1941 a ship, the HMS Barham, went down. A local lad had died on that ship and he appeared to Helen that night and explained how he had died and how the ship had gone down. Helen, being neighborly, told his family what he had said. She passed his message along. Now because no one had heard of this ship going down, because the government had wanted it that way, because they were being shady like governments usually are, they assumed that Helen was spying. Instead of charging her for espionage, they tried her for false prophecy, which was an old witchcraft law. But, she died mysteriously in captivity.  

And that concludes my trip to Scotland. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! And no. I was never able to get money.








Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Travel Stop: Scotland Day 3



Kerri and I with our guide Brian.

After leaving out hotel, penniliess, and heading off the Isle of Skye back to the mainland, we made a quick stop to take a look at where the Black Cuillin meet the Red Cuillin. I mentioned these ranges before but here are a few photos to better see.


The Red Cuillin




Again the thing that makes them really interesting is that they are formed from completely different rocks.

The Red Cuillin on the left. The Black Cuillin on the right.

Bonnie Prince Charlie passed these mountains on his way to the island of Raasay to await a ferry to take him to France and then on to Italy. It's here that the MacLeods (clan involved with Dunvegan castle) took him in and sheltered him before he moved on to another family. The British found out about this and burned every house on the entire island and ran off the livestock. Basically, the British made the island uninhabitable.


You can see the island in the background where there are a few houses
MacLeod made attempts to reestablish the island but in 1843 he emigrated to Tasmania. About 100 years after it was destroyed. In the 1940s the British established a radio station on the island during the war, but after the war it was abandoned again. It wasn't until recently that some houses were built there and now it has a population of about 200 people.

Bonnie Prince Charlie made his way to Broadford and hid with the family MacKinnon until he was finally able to catch the ferry to France. Now, apparently, in order to thank the MacKinnon family, Bonnie Prince Charlie gave them his family secret recipe for Drambuie, a Scottish liqueur, which the MacKinnon family still owns today. 


At this point I got really excited because one of my assignments was to try a drink called a rusty nail; Scottish whisky and Drambuie. My dad mentioned how he used to drink them, and so I was going to try and find some in honor of him. I was so excited that there was actually a story behind the liqueur. This picture I have of Drambuie I took on a boat while touring Loch Ness. I asked the bartender if I could take a picture of the bottle for my dad. His response, "Tell your dad he'll get a drunker if he drinks it instead of looks at it."

Me: Do you have a rusty nail?
Bartender: Ohhhh rusty nails. Those taste like ecstasy.
The bartender didn't have ice, so he made me a  shooter instead.


Eventually we made our way off the Isle of Skye and back onto the mainland, heading toward Ft Augustus and Loch Ness.


Isle of Skye bridge

To finish the story of Bonnie Prince Charlie, he eventually made it to Rome and died in 1688. The British say it was due to alcoholism, but as our ever Scottish guide Brian put it, "you can never trust the British." So, who knows for sure. His brother had decided to become a Catholic priest and never had any children, and neither did Charlie. Therefore the family line died off.

Finally, a bagpiper at Ft Augustus

Waiting for the canal to fill up to pass through. 



Ft Augustus sits on Loch Ness. And it's from here we embarked on our monster hunt on the waters of Loch Ness. Loch Ness reaches 800ft deep at some points and it is about 24 miles long. So in other words, it's as deep as 5 Statue of Liberites stacked on top of each other and big enough that you could fit the entire world population inside of it, ten times over. 

Loch Ness: The water gets it's black color from all the peat.


The legend goes that around 565AD St Columba came to the people on Loch Ness in order to teach them religion. He was having an open air meeting at the top of the loch and basically the people said, if your religion is really as good as you say it is, then get rid of the monster. Originally, Nessie resided on land. One day it's said that St Columba saw a man being attacked by the monster and St Columba shouted to the monster, 'Be gone beast! Go into the water and never return!'  And the beast obeyed. This even was recorded and therefore became the first recorded sighting of Nessie. 

Nessie just sayin hey!

We're sayin hey!





There is also a legend that after being banished to the water, the monster tried to climb back out of the loch, but slid back down. The photo to the right shows where this supposedly happened. They would try and catch the monster with salmon, 6 salmon rivers feed into Loch Ness, and a bottle of vodka. When they would check, the salmon was always gone, but not the vodka. "They should have used a fine bottle of Scotch whisky."

After Loch Ness, we made our way back to Edinburgh and stopped at the Commando Memorial, where we also had a view of Ben Nevis. The highest 'mountian' in the UK at 4,400ft. It's only visible 1 day in 6, so...we were not really able to see it. 

Commando Memorial: Within three years of training there the Scottish troops had received 38 battle medals and 4 Victoria Crosses, the highest honor. Brian was very proud to point out that the Scottish are great warriors.

What should be Ben Nevis

After a short stop we set off to Glencoe. By the way, if your last name is Campbell, I'm probably prejudiced against you now because of the following story. The MacDonalds and the Campbells hated each other. The clans were supposed to swear their allegiance to the King and basically, the MacDonalds didn't do it as quickly as the head of the Campbell clan would like, so when Old MacDonald (there really was an old MacDonald!) went to Inveraray to swear the oath, it was recommended that the MacDonalds be punished for taking the oath late. It was an insult to the King! 

So in February of 1692, a group of British soldiers under the command of Robert Campbell came from Ft William and made themselves known to the MacDonalds. Apparently, if an enemy came to your doorstep and didn't look dangerous, you were to give them hospitality, which is what the MacDonalds did and their hospitality was accepted by Campbell and his men. 

On the morning of February 13th, 1692, 120 British soldiers, under Campbell's command attacked and murdered 38 innocent men, women and children. Some were able to escape in the cold night into the hills, but eventually died from the cold. The massacre came in that Campbell and his men had accepted the MacDonalds hospitality but severely abused it. That was a huge no-no, however, there was no 'official' proof that the King had signed the order to kill the MacDonalds and therefore no one was ever brought to justice.

Oh cruel is the snow that sweeps Glencoe and covers the grave O 'Donald. And cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe and murdered the house of MacDonald. 

They came in a blizzard, we offered them heat. A roof o'er their heads, dry shoes for their feet. We wined them and dined them. They ate our meat. And they slept in the house of MacDonald. 

They came from Ft William wi' murder in mind. The Campbells had orders King William had signed. Put all to the sword, these words were underlined. And leave none alive called MacDonald. 

They came in the night when the men were asleep. This band O' Argyles through snow soft and deep. Like murdering foxes among helpless sheep, they slaughtered the house of MacDonald. 

Some died in their beds at the hand of the foe. Some fled in the night and were lost in the snow. Some lived to accuse him that struck the first blow, but gone was the house of MacDonald.

 --Alister MacDonald


 Needless to say, in the following uprisings again the King, the MacDonalds were the first to join.



Callander, Scotland. Tourist town made famous from the 1960s TV series Dr Finlay's Casebook


Doune Castle. Any Monty Python fans might recognize this from Monty Python's Flying Circus and The Holy Grail. 






As we got closer to Edinburgh we began to hear the story about Stirling Castle and William Wallace. Because I'm tired and because most people know the story of William Wallace, I'm not going to go into too much detail. Basically Stirling Castle was built on the tall granite rock and there was only one way to get in, by way of a bridge. Wallace had been pretty successful at taking down the British Castles. Stirling was said to be difficult, but Wallace said, the bridge is the only way in, so lets surround the bridge. In 1297 Wallace's men and the British fought and Wallace won. Edward I was none too pleased. In 1298 they fought again and the British won and Wallace went into hiding. In 1305 he was captured and executed.  


In 1306 it was Robert the Bruce's turn to fight the British. When they defeated the British, they would burn the castles they didn't need. In 1314, Robert the Bruce finds himself at Stirling castle. And Like Wallace he basically surrounds the castle and then came the Battle of Bannockburn and the British were decidedly defeated.




This pretty much ends our 3 day tour to the Isle of Skye. The next day we were heading off to the border of England and Scotland. When we arrived in Edinburgh, Kerri and I decided to go eat at TGI Fridays. We had eaten there with our friend Pam two years before and had had an excellent time. Also, at TGI Friday's they accept credit cards. So, tired after the long journey, but happy to go eat a little American food, we went to off in search of TGI Friday's and found this:


Of course. Why wouldn't it have burned down? Nope. Not today, Kathleen. Not today.