I had quite a busy day at work – four classes and helping ESS prepare for the culture festival. The classes went pretty well – the first year classes went smoothly and without a problem. The second year classes on the other hand, were interesting.

The first class was with Tsutsumi sensei. Unfortunately when it was time to head up to the classroom, she wasn’t around. Usually she is right there ready to go, so I was a little worried. I went upstairs, and saw her in the hallway, heading back down to the staffroom. She had a slight problem she had to deal with, so she asked me to get the class started without her.

No problem. The class was about different types of music, so I stood up in front of the students and tried to explain what “funk” music was without using Japanese. Tough! We got through it, though. Another challenge – explaining “weird” as an adjective to describe music.

I got through the vocabulary, and then did a dialog with myself, and finally got the students working on their own dialogs in pairs – about 20 minutes into the class. About that time, Tsutsumi sensei came in and told me that she would explain later but there was a big problem with a girl student. I never heard what it was, because I was busy the rest of the day. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find out.

The rest of the class went just fine. The second part of the class involves listening to the band “Cake”, and the students overall seemed to enjoy that. We had a few minutes left at the end so the class treated me to a rendition of the song they will sing during the culture festival. It was a piece of spoken word/rap music that was a little scary coming from the mouths of my students, but it was pretty good.

The next class was with Yamamoto sensei, the exact same lesson plan. He runs the class with an iron fist, and so they are always quiet and reluctant to speak. On the other hand, they have the highest English scores in the second year, so I know they can do English. Today was much like other classes with them – any questions I ask are met with silence. They don’t want to get it wrong, and they don’t want to look bad in front of Yamamoto sensei because he will jump down their throats. There are four students in that class who will volunteer to answer questions just because they are friends of mine, and they are confident in English. Without them I would still be in that class right now asking “What kind of music do you like?”

In that class we had some extra time at the end as well, so I played a second Cake song for them (“The Distance”) and it was met with complete silence. No reaction, nothing. I think probably every single person in that class hated the song. It was a weird way to end it, and I left feeling a little like everything was a total failure.

Were I a rookie teacher I would think that it was a bust and I would never do the lesson again, but from previous lessons I can guess that some people actually liked the songs, and some people will come up to me in a few weeks and ask for more information about the band. Nobody gets too excited at first, but deep down, somebody liked the lesson. I hope.

After school I dropped in on Mr. Yamamoto’s class practicing taiko drums for the upcoming school festival. They were getting lessons from a third year student who is good at drumming, and Mr. Yamamoto was shouting his own instructions, too. The students giggled a lot at my presence there – but eventually they settled back down and practiced. It was fun to watch, and I’m looking forward to seeing them on the big stage Friday.

I’m back home now and getting ready to cook dinner – Kuniko will get home around 7 tonight, so she’ll have a little downtime tonight. I can’t wait to find out how her speech went…

Not much exciting to report today – Kuniko is still struggling along even though she is exhausted. I’ve got relatively easy days, so I’m just doing what I can to support her while she’s going through this. She came back home tonight exhausted again, and tomorrow she has to make a 30 minute speech in front of her whole school, so she’s anxious about that.

On my way home today I bumped into a student of mine from last year’s graduating class. She is studying English in college, but she was disappointed that they aren’t spending much time actually speaking it. That sounds about right from what I’ve heard. There are foreign lecturers, but they can’t speak one-on-one with all their students.

She was just about to ask me to teach her English one-on-one, but luckily my train arrived and I said goodbye. At my stop I got off the train with another one of my students – a 2nd year boy. He said hello and I asked him if he was headed home now. The problem was, he thought I was asking him if he would to my home. I tried to correct his misunderstanding in Japanese, but it just made it worse. Finally I just said goodbye, and he was very relieved to say goodbye back to me and head out of there.

Tonight I cooked up garlic pork steaks and a green salad on the side. We ate at a reasonable hour since Kuniko arrived home around 7 p.m. We’re off to bed early to try to get a jump on the big day tomorrow…

It’s about 9:30 in the evening and Kuniko is going to get here in the next 30 minutes or so – I’ve got some time to write an entry before getting dinner ready. Tonight at 10 p.m. there will be a World Cup game that I might watch a little of. Everybody at my school will be sure to be tired tomorrow because it is Japan playing, and people around here are really excited about it.

Today I had just one class – the first period, so once that was done I had the whole day to do as I pleased. I worked on planning for the trip, did lots of studying, and spent a couple hours lesson planning.

The head of the office came by and brought an interpreter along to explain to me that I was going to have to move out of my house soon. Luckily it didn’t come as a surprise to me, and I think he was glad to see that. He’s a skittish guy – he looked like he was afraid I was just going to say “no”.

I’m suffering big time from sunburn today, but I think by tomorrow the worst will be over. The other teachers were amused to hear my rice planting story, and a little jealous that we eat rice for free all year because of it.

I’ve got three different kinds of marinades working on chicken breasts, so I better go in there and get them cooking. Hopefully Kuniko will get home earlier tomorrow so she can rest up a bit.

Today I met up with Kuniko’s parents and a couple of her uncles to help plant rice. Kuniko had to go to school, so she missed out on the adventure. I had my shiny new boots to use that day, and I’m glad I brought them. Kuniko’s dad was wearing a Gundlach Bundschu hat that my folks had given him – by chance so was I, so we made a matching set.

The rice planting is a pretty modern operation – a tractor runs around the rice paddy in a specific pattern, and it is really interesting how it delivers the plants into the mud. They load it with what looks like squares of sod – young rice plants ready to go into the ground. As the tractor traveled there were lots of tiny frogs jumping like hell to get out of the way.

The tractor looked like fun, but unfortunately I didn’t get to try it out. Maybe next year. In fact, there wasn’t a whole lot for me to do – just watch and help load the tractor with more sod when it ran out.

We planted two rice paddies. There were a couple more, but Kuniko’s folks did that work yesterday, so it was a relatively easy day. When we finished up we spent a couple hours cleaning the tractor and the trays that the young rice plants had been growing on.

They had a strange machine for cleaning the trays, and me and one of Kuniko’s uncles tried to figure it out. It had power, but we couldn’t figure out what the power was for. We pushed the trays in one side, and the were rinsed with water on the way through. I figured it was heating the water, but after a while it was still cold. Finally somebody walked by and told us to turn it on, and so we followed the cord back a ways and found a switch. Once it was on, the thing automatically received the trays, cleaned them, and spit them out the other side. At least I wasn’t the only one that was clueless.

After everything was taken care of I helped with a little modification to one of the barns at the family farm. It was really just Kuniko’s dad working, and four guys standing around offering comments.

Kuniko showed up around 3 p.m. and was my ticket out of there, so I headed back to the Kageyama household and we drank coffee and relaxed a bit. We snuck out of there before her mom could cook us dinner, and did a little bit of shopping at Carrefour on the way back home.

I’m tired and I’ve got a sunburned neck, so I’m off to bed. It was a good experience today – I’m looking forward to doing it again next year. I managed to take a few pictures. You can check out the pictures here.

Saturday morning I had the place to myself – Kuniko was off to school to teach a few morning classes. I did a little laundry, a lot of studying, and had a some snacks for lunch. By the time Kuniko got back in the afternoon I was ready for a nap, so I slept just a little bit and then I was ready to head into Kobe to meet Nel and Antoine.

We had a good time in Sannomiya. We started at a pizza restaurant. There aren’t many restaurants in Japan dedicated to pizza, so this was a unique experience. Also, they number every pizza they make, so you can see exactly how many pizzas they have made before yours came out of the oven. As for the quality of the pizza, it was a little bit bland. The toppings were a little thin, but satisfying enough. We had a “Worker’s Pizza”, which had different meats and garlic, and a “Mexican Pizza” which had just a slight bit of spiciness, but otherwise didn’t seem very Mexican at all.

Afterwards we went and shot pool for about an hour, and from there went to a Japanese German beerhouse that I’ve wanted to try. I think it is owned by Sapporo, and they had a few homemade beers there that we could try out. One was quite good, but the other one, a wheat beer, didn’t taste very good at all. The waitresses were dressed like St. Pauli girl, so that was a big plus.

Nel and Antoine have two different directions they are heading after JET. Antoine will be looking for a job in the area, and Nel is looking for something in Tokyo. We talked about our different job strategies, and also about how we first met. It was good times. Hard to believe that we all started this adventure in Los Angeles about three years ago.

I came on back home and found Kuniko already crashed out – she has been working so hard lately. I curled up right beside her and went to sleep. I gotta plant rice tomorrow!

This morning I had to watch a pervert at work on the train, but despite that I had a pretty good day. The pervert is always on this train, and although I wasn’t exactly sure that he was a pervert before, I’m convinced now.

He was sitting a few seats away from me, and suddenly he got up and walked down the length of the train car to sit next to a sleeping woman who was nodding off on her way to work. I watched carefully, ready to go over there and catch him in the act. The guy looked around casually, and then started looking carefully at the sleeping woman. He tried to look down her shirt, and kept watching her from various angles. Right about then my stomach was turning, but there wasn’t much to do. I kept a close eye on the guy, and the guy next to me was watching carefully, too. I had to get off soon afterwards, but hopefully that guy was keeping track of what was going on.

My day at school was pretty uneventful. I spent a lot of time talking with students, and I spent some time looking at logistics for the Europe trip. I was lucky enough to get out of work right on time, despite all the madness involving preparations for the upcoming culture festival.

On the way home the train was free of perverts, and I got home with the idea to head over to Carrefour and look for some rubber boots to use during the rice planting on Sunday. I was in luck – I found a pair of size 27 boots that I squeezed into for only 900 yen. I also picked up a few other valuable things and then headed home for dinner. I made up some vegetarian yakisoba that turned out really nicely.

Soon after Yasu came over with omiyage from his trip to Tokyo. We sat and drank beers and talked about his trip, and also our plans for the future. We switched to sho-chu when we ran out of beer, and the conversation turned philosophical. It was fun to hang out, and he stayed until it was time to meet Kuniko at the train station.

Kuniko had been at a long meeting, so she arrived home really late tonight. I feel bad for her because she had to work both days last weekend, and she’s working both days this weekend as well. As soon as we got back we went right to sleep.

Strange weather today – lots of clouds and the threat of rain all day. Today was the first day I wore short sleeves which must be some kind of weather indicator. Yesterday it was plenty warm, and when I got prepared for it today mother nature threw clouds and rain at me.

I caught a later train than normal and shared the ride with one of my students. He is a second year student and is a big fan of kickboxing, 80s heavy metal, and volunteering to help animals. Interesting guy. We spoke mainly in Japanese until we got to school. He was really nice to talk to.

At school I dreamt up a lesson plan for an “International Understanding” lesson for the history teacher. It is the first in a set of two that I agreed to do. It should be fun – I’m going to say some very un-Japanese things, and I hope the students enjoy hearing them.

Between classes I had some spare time to think about the trip to France and Italy this summer. I flipped through the guidebooks and realized that there is no way that we’ll be able to do everything that I’d like, so we might as well take a leisurely pace and enjoy the trip. I’ll continue working on little details and we’ll see how it goes.

Kuniko arrived home late tonight, and we had a very simple dinner of leftovers. We had lots of cheese and crackers to kill off, and even some curry and rice that was still floating around. She was really tired from her day, so I anticipate that we’ll be getting to bed early tonight.

Tomorrow is Friday and I’m tentatively planning on a visit to the yakitori tomorrow for dinner since Kuniko has a long meeting after work – she won’t be back until nearly ten o’clock. Saturday I’ll be free during the day and then heading into Kobe for pizza with Nel and Antoine. Sunday is the day of the rice planting. Since nobody seems to have size 30 rubber boots laying around for me I might end up playing a very peripheral role. We’ll see – if it rains all bets are off.

Once again we were sleeping in this morning and missed making lunches. Maybe we are staying up too late at night? It was nice to sleep in a little bit, though. I got to work right on time, with a big list of things to do.

Surprisingly, I knocked out what I thought was a big list in less than 40 minutes, leaving me with two classes in the day and lots of free time to study. The longer I work here the more of a handle I get on how things operate, and I’m able to use my time efficiently. I’m not sure what to do with all my spare time, though. I use most of it for studying, averaging about four hours a day. I’m sure my next job won’t allow me so much free time, so I’m trying to enjoy it now.

The history teacher came by today and wanted to ask me about the TV show “American Idol”. It was broadcast on cable here for the few people that have cable, and the history teacher was following the show religiously. He was puzzled with the end, though. I didn’t watch the show, so I don’t know all the details, but apparently a pretty normal looking guy won out in the end against a pretty good looking girl. The history teacher was perplexed – she was clearly more attractive, why didn’t she win?

In Japan, at least in mainstream music, the appearance of the artist is as important or more important than how well they sing. They need to look good, they need to be able to dance, and then, finally – they should be able to sing. This isn’t all Japanese music, just the most popular stuff that is on the TV and radio all the time. There is an underground music culture in Japan that is less concerned with appearance and more with music, but most people don’t know about this obscure music or don’t care about it.

This morning was another sleep in for Kuniko and I. Between the two of us we managed to sleep in too late to make lunches to take to work. Oops. We did get out of the house on time, but a jam in the ticket machine at the train station caused me to be ten minutes late to work. The good news is that I always come in more than an hour early, so no big deal.

Today was a bookends type schedule – a class in first period and a class during the last period. Everything in between was free. The first period class was student interviews, and I held them completely in English. The students did much better than last time, so I was encouraged with their progress.

I had to pick something up at the local shopping center, so I walked out there and while I was there got a bowl of noodles for lunch. When I got back, a teacher gave me a donut filled with anko (red bean paste) and so that was a fairly substantial dessert. Then the history teacher dropped off a hot dog that he had bought for me – I was pretty full by the end of the day.

My last class was a first year class, and my co-teacher was a substitute – Nozaki sensei for Mori sensei. The class had a great reaction when she arrived, and they stayed loud and active during the lesson. Nozaki sensei was surprised – she said that the particular class is always quiet when she teaches it.

Speaking of Nozaki sensei, she and I spent some time talking between classes. She is trying to get out of the study group with Hayashi sensei and Miyake sensei. Her English is really good, and she says she is tired of doing the study group and having Hayashi sensei correct her accent. I told her that if she doesn’t like going, don’t go. Besides, if you are going to have someone correct your accent, make it a native speaker. Hayashi sensei’s accent is stronger than hers – she should be teaching him.

After school we had a teacher’s meeting, and once again there was a minor insurrection among the teachers. They seem to be flexing their muscle against the principal. This time it was about having teacher’s pictures in the PTA handbook. Interesting – this may be building up to something, but it is likely that I won’t be around when it blows up. Something fun for my successor.

Tonight for dinner Kuniko cooked up curry and rice. We have curry a lot as kind of a self-defense for all the fresh vegetables that come our way from Kuniko’s folks. It uses up a bunch with each batch, and lasts for a long time. We’ve still a bunch a veggies to eat, though, so we’ll have to figure out another veggie-heavy dish. Maybe yakisoba…

We dragged our tired bodies out of bed this morning and reluctantly headed off to work. I went in for just my morning class, and then soon afterwards took the rest of the day off to solve my visa issue once and for all.

I’ve been taking lots of time off lately – an hour here and there, sometimes half a day to take care of things relating to my visa. I feel pretty guilty about it, which shows you how well I’ve adjusted to the Japanese workplace. My school has been really flexible, though, and as long as it doesn’t conflict with a class it is no problem.

Before I left for Kobe, Nozaki sensei asked me for some help. One of her ex-students had sent her some phrases that she has run into in America, and she asked her to interpret them. Nozaki sensei didn’t know exactly, so she asked me. The phrase was a big surprise for me.

“Falsie manufacturers live off the flat of the land.”

Lots of things to delicately explain, and it took me about five minutes to get through it carefully. I like the phrase, though, and I’ll have to remember for some other occasion.

I caught the train to Akashi, and from there to Kobe, and then walked to the immigration office in the south of town. I paid 10,000 yen for two permits – one to live in Japan legally and one to come and go as I like. I put all the papers in a folder and fifteen minutes later they called me up and gave me my passport with a brand new visa that lets me live in Japan for the next three years. This is good news – now I can safely take our trip to Europe in the summer and be able to come back.

On my way back I went to the Akashi city office and updated my foreigner registration with the new information. They were very helpful there, and I got through the paperwork fairly quickly.

On my way out I considered how far I had come in three years. When I first arrived somebody had to talk through the whole operation – now I’m doing it on my own. It’s a nice sense of satisfaction and independence.

I finally got home around 3, and then I called my mom in the US to wish her an early happy birthday. It sounded like they had a pretty good birthday party for her tonight, so it turned out to be good timing.

Tonight I’m going to try to cook the gnocci I bought the other night – it’s pasta night. Tomorrow I’m back to school for the whole day, and I’m looking forward to a pretty light week.

It was a nice relaxing weekend for me and a tough working weekend for Kuniko. She was out of bed and off to work early on Saturday morning. I spent the day at home doing laundry, cleaning, studying, and generally getting the house organized.

When Kuniko got home around four o’clock, we had just about an hour for her to relax before heading to her parents house for dinner. Dinner was delicious, as usual – hand-wrapped sushi rolls, and gyoza on the side. Kuniko’s dad came in later – he’s busy out on the farm. He gave us lots of farm products to bring back home – strawberries, lots of onions, a head a cabbage – it was a big haul.

Sunday we got to sleep in just a bit, and then Kuniko was off to a Rotary Club meeting for some of the international students that they are sponsoring. Since one of Kuniko’s students was invited, Kuniko had to go, too.

While she was gone I spent the day studying and squeezed in a game or two of MarioKart on the DS. In the evening I went into Kobe to meet up with Kuniko after her meeting to have dinner.

On the way there, on the JR platform in Akashi, there was a guy in a really nice suit slumped over on the bench asleep. As I got closer I noticed a giant puddle of puke on the ground around him – I guess he drank too much. He was a mess, and it was interesting to watch the people around him and their reactions. Sometimes I see the odd puddle of vomit while walking around in the mornings, but this was the first time I saw the birth of one in public.

I met up with Kuniko near the Hankyu train station in Sannomiya, and from there we headed to the restaurant to check it out. It was a Thai restaurant that I had heard good things about, and I had made reservations earlier because I had also heard that it was a popular but small place. We got there a little early, and they turned us away, saying that we would have to come back right at the reservation time. We walked around a little bit and came back, our stomachs audibly growling.

The place was packed, and we actually shared our table with another couple across from us, with a wooden screen giving us privacy. In Japan I’ve shared tables with strangers before – that’s no big deal. The screen was there to afford us a little privacy, but you had to worry about maybe your foot or leg hitting the people across the way. Interesting.

We ordered a few things and were really pleased overall. We had fried garlic and pepper shrimp, and a fried pork dish covered with onions and spices. The shrimp had a really amazing sauce that we couldn’t get enough of, and the pork dish was nice and spicy – it had us sweating. We also ordered pineapple fried rice, and it was served in half of a pineapple. It was a little too greasy for us, but it was still delicious. For drinks we had juice, and I had a coconut juice that was just awesome.

We did just a little bit of shopping after dinner, and then headed home. We blended up lots of fruits and yogurts to take care of the strawberries we got from Kuniko’s folks. We also got into a bad situation with Tetris – we promised not to go to bed until one of us defeated the computer. It took almost 40 minutes to get that accomplished, but finally Kuniko did it. We went to bed exhausted – which is a bad way to go to sleep on a Sunday night.

Not a really tough day for me – in fact it flew by. I had kind of a grueling stretch of three classes in a row in the morning, but after that was done I was free for the afternoon. I spent most of the time marking the journals from the three classes, and then I had about an hour free later to enjoy my book and do a little bit of studying.

After school I headed into Kobe to meet Kuniko for a Mexican dinner. She is working through the weekend, so it is our only real chance to celebrate the end of the week.

We ate some great tacos, burritos and even some fajitas. Everything was really good, and we walked back to the train station with stuffed stomachs. On the way back we stopped in at a new import food shop, and I got a chance to buy some fun stuff that I can’t find normally. I got some fresh gnocchi, a can of iced Kona milk coffee from Hawaii, and some Jell-o, which was reasonably priced for a change. They had lots of other stuff I want, but I’ll wait and enjoy it gradually.

I think this year I have had a chance to talk to more students than the last two years combined. The first year I was here I was a little shy about talking to the students – and they were really shy about talking to me. Now I’m settled in and everybody just expects to see me, and they are comfortable chatting any time. Bad timing to leave the school – somebody else will have to build this all up from scratch. But that person will bring new ideas and new life to the position – maybe that is a good thing.

I taught two classes today, and I spent an hour with Miyake sensei working on her listening comprehension. Between classes I went shopping in town for some teaching supplies, and ate the bento lunch that Kuniko had prepared. It was a big one – so delicious!

I got my studying quota done today, but just barely. By the time I left at 4:30 things were calming down at the school, and I am all set for Friday’s lessons.

I went over to Tsuji-san’s place and spent time chatting with her. She is getting really nervous/frustrated about the upcoming wedding. Mainly it is all the Japanese traditions that she is stuck obeying. Her fiancee’s family are really traditional, and her father is fairly traditional as well, so she is kind of stuck doing things she has no interest in. The one thing that she is enjoying is planning her honeymoon in Spain. She has spent lots of time there in the past, so it will be a good chance to see old friends and introduce her husband to a part of her life.

I tried to give Tsuji-san some encouragement – once the wedding is over things will settle down, and it will all be just a happy memory. It’s easy for me to say that now, but from her perspective, it is a long way off.

We compared the information on our flights and destinations – and the more I look at our trip the more I think we are trying to do too much in too short a time. I’ll spend some time this weekend looking at our options. I don’t want to be rushing around all the time, I want to be eating and drinking and taking pictures all the time.

Kuniko expected to get home late tonight, so I’m just hanging out. I’ve got a healthy dinner on deck, tofu with ponzu sauce and sauteed bean sprouts. More later!

Today was one of my busy Wednesdays. I had four classes, and then the ESS meeting in the afternoon. The classes went pretty smoothly. The first class was a first year class, and I’ve got that lesson plan so wired into my head that I don’t even refer to my outline and notes anymore. By the end of the lesson, we’ve taught the students how to apologize politely.

My middle two classes were with the advanced English students. One class is taught by Tsutsumi sensei, and it is 35 boys and 6 girls. The class is pretty active, and the students talk back and forth with the teachers during the lesson, which is a good sign that they aren’t shy about speaking up.

In contrast, the next class is taught by Yamamoto sensei, and it has 35 girls and 7 boys. The teacher is not the relaxed Yamamoto sensei that is my point of contact at the school – this is another Yamamoto sensei – a kind of hyper-active under-confident English teacher that I have taught with the last few years. He is not confident with his own English, and especially in a situation with a native speaker in front of the top English students he is uncomfortable. He usually hides in the back of the class and clarifies things in Japanese – he tends to stay away from English. The class is quiet because he keeps strict control over utterances.

My goal today was to create a lesson plan that would draw out Yamamoto sensei and also to create a more lighthearted atmosphere among the quiet students in his class. I managed to get the students to relax a little bit, and I managed to get Yamamoto sensei up to the front of the class to act out a dialog with me, but other than that, it was more of the same. I know the students in that class and they are a lot of fun on their own – they just don’t want Yamamoto sensei to get mad at them so they clam up.

I have a couple of allies in that class, however: a boy and a girl that are really good at English. They volunteer when I ask questions and they really put in the effort when it matters. I like them a lot, and they have saved my bacon many times by providing answers in an otherwise silent class.

In a big surprise Kuniko got home at a reasonable hour. We had leftovers from the other night and just sat around relaxing. She played lots of Tetris on the gameboy, and I read a couple more chapters of Cold Mountain. We were both asleep by eleven o’clock in the evening.

This morning it was exceedingly hard to wake up. Kuniko and I get up pretty early, and usually somebody goes out there and makes lunch for the both of us. Sometimes it’s one of us, and other times it is both of us. This time, it definitely wasn’t me. I wasn’t even aware that Kuniko had gotten up, made lunch and taken a bath when she woke me up.

I don’t know why I was tired, but I headed off to work and found a pretty relaxing sanctuary there. The student teachers were buzzing around, and the I had just a little bit of studying to do to fill my quota of vocabulary. I spent almost two hours poring over travel guides for France and Italy, because everyone knows half the fun of a trip is planning it out.

I did take the time to call the guy I interviewed with on Saturday and officially told him that I am going to keep looking. He was very nice about it, and told me to keep in touch – maybe someday down the line. So, now, full steam ahead to “Another Job Land”.

My classes today went really smoothly, and before I knew it I was out the door and heading home. I picked up some ingredients for an attempt at gumbo, and sliced it all up and put it in the rice cooker. We’ll see how it turns out in about an hour.

My mom called with some bad news – my grandmother passed away today. They had just moved her up to a care facility in Sonoma, and my mother was there with her when she died, so I was at least glad to hear that. I’ll write more about that a little later.